I'm doing business in the Shura field [Rebirth]

Fang Qinghong froze on the spot, falling into a long-lost daze.

Is this love?

Why is it different from what he has contacted and understood?

In his slightly longer life than ordinary people, his understanding of many things tended to be simpler.

Happy with enmity, drunk today with wine, until the sect is destroyed and bears the blood debt, he disdains all the conventions of the world, and is more at ease than now.

Hatred promotes him to grow up, prompting him to learn the scheming of the city in dealing with people.

But until not long ago, he still felt that this was just a way to survive in troubled times. The Sword Sect gave him the grace of nurturing him. As a member of it, he had the responsibility to maintain his sect.

Fang Qinghong didn't doubt his love for everyone before, and he had a sincere heart when he asked himself, but the form of Fuyao's love was like a ray of light splitting the clouds and mist, with a shocking power.

Depressed and hot as magma, also like a starless lonely moon, lonely and cold.

Does love also have so many changes?

Shouldn't it be a simple thing where everyone is happy?

Why do you still feel pain?

His brain felt swollen and painful, and his heart seemed to have overturned a five-flavored bottle. With the emotions leaked from the man's eyes, he became complicated and depressed.

At the same time, there is still a soreness that is almost painful in the bottom of my heart, rising up like a tide, as if being tightly held by a hand.

Fang Qinghong opened his mouth, but couldn't speak, and finally could only stare blankly at the other party.

Fuyao seemed to realize something, and withdrew his hand from his cheek.

Turning his head away from Fang Qinghong's gaze, the man walked towards Fengchao, his real body.

Even if the Feng clan can be reborn from Nirvana, they are still consuming the original essence. The shorter the time between Nirvana, the greater the consumption and the poor effect.

Gradually, when the phoenix can no longer nirvana, he will be cursed to take his life.

And the defiled soul will disappear in smoke, and will not enter reincarnation, and will not be reincarnated.

No matter how strong the barrier is, there will be weaknesses. This is the fairness shown by the way of heaven.Even if Fuyao created a near-perfect world with the power of his Da Luo Jinxian, there must be a relatively weak node in this world.

The secret realm of Taoyuan he was in became the center of the small world, and Jiexin was its heart and the most vulnerable node.Therefore, Fuyao built the Nirvana Nest here, and another purpose is to guard the heart of the world.

After all, the conspiracy calculations from the outside world are most likely to be broken from here.

"The door is just below the Nirvana nest, just wait a moment."

After all, the phantom of the man turned into light spots, dissipated like fireflies in summer, and merged into the dying body of the phoenix.

And in the next second, Phoenix opened his eyes.

The outer circle of red pupils is dotted with golden light, making them extraordinarily beautiful and energetic.He raised his head and groaned, a round hole in space immediately opened above his head, and then three people fell from it.

Fang Qinghong's pupils shrank, it was Liu Menghan, Gu Peiyuan and He Lianjue.

Since Jiexin is the heart of this world, it naturally connects all the main roads.

With his hands behind his back, Gu Peiyuan walked to the Nirvana Nest, and looked up at the majestic and handsome phoenix.A sarcastic expression gradually appeared on his face.

When experiencing the inner demon tribulation, he saw how he was "born" in the past.

The Hehuan Sect is not just singing and dancing on the surface, he can feel like a fish in water in this big dyeing tank, so he naturally has an awe-inspiring arrogance towards himself in his bones.

It was only when he met Fang Qinghong that things started to get out of control.

His spiritual consciousness seemed to be torn into two, they each had their own positions, they attacked each other, and fought fiercely around Fang Qinghong all the time.

So under the great abyss, when his sword pierced Fang Qinghong, he subconsciously shifted the angle.Although it pierced through the chest and lungs, it didn't hurt the heart, leaving Fang Qinghong with a glimmer of life.

He didn't tell anyone about this, not even He Lianjue, who was traveling with him, had any clues about it.

In the end, destiny told him that all of this was not decided by him?

And he is just an incarnation of someone else?

Since the birth of consciousness, the innate abilities and personality traits he had taken for granted were just the subject of Fuyao—a replica transplanted from Gu Peiyuan in the real world.

The more self-intensive a person is, the more devastating the blow to him will be.

At this time, He Lian Jue, which symbolizes the side of 'He Lian Jue' character, has been annihilated.

He passed Gu Peiyuan in a daze, walked towards Fuyao, and then turned into a real feather on his own initiative, and returned to the opponent's body.

Seeing his fate, Gu Peiyuan showed his nature of resistance even more, but he couldn't hold back the subject's control over them.

His sea of ​​consciousness is going through a big battle.Seeing that his personal will was being defeated steadily under the command from the depths of his soul, Gu Peiyuan simply used his hand as a blade, and pierced his heart before being completely deprived of himself.

Blood poured down like a waterfall, he looked at Fang Qinghong, and let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

Is my love for you real or fake?

However, he resisted fiercely, which did not escape his fate.After the breath was cut off, Gu Peiyuan still turned back into a feather.

At this moment in the Nirvana Nest, only Liu Menghan was left standing alone.

When passing Fang Qinghong, he suddenly stopped and raised his hand to attack!And just when the former, who was on full alert, was about to fight back, the opponent's offensive suddenly stopped.

"This is what he left behind." Liu Menghan looked at him and smiled, "No wonder he has no fear."

Fang Qinghong saw that his hands were shaking constantly.As if being pulled by a force somewhere in the dark, it could only stop stiffly in mid-air.

Liu Menghan slowly withdrew her hand.

He used his actions to show Fang Qinghong the upper limit of being the incarnation of Fuyao - even if they followed the human design and had the intention of murdering young people, they couldn't really attack him when it was a matter of life and death.

"Be careful of me in that world." After Liu Menghan finished speaking, he automatically disintegrated and returned to his original origin, and disappeared in front of Fang Qinghong.

This is also... for me?

Fang Qinghong was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head: "You called them all back, do you have no strength to open the door?! Stop, I want you to stop!"

However, the Phoenix didn't look at him, it raised its slender and graceful neck, and flapped its wings.The hurricane swept across the entire Nirvana nest in an instant.

Fuyao took off, and finally had enough energy to transform back into a human form, forming seals with both hands, and the nest made of sycamore wood turned into a whirlpool.In the eye of the typhoon in the center of the vortex, there are faintly green green hills.

That's another world.

And just after the door of space opened, he fell from the dome.With the toes touching the ground, barely maintaining his figure, he sat cross-legged against the stone wall, panting continuously.

His forehead was covered with fine and dense sweat, and the moment the sweat overflowed, it turned into wisps of black mist.

Fang Qinghong didn't even look at the Huahua World on the other side, and ran straight towards Fuyao.He knelt down in front of the other party, frantically looking through his pockets.

The man's eyes fell on the top of his head, but his memory gradually drifted away.

——"Shangxian Shangxian, did you raise this?"

——"Is it you who taught them so dearly?"

He still remembered the young man teasing the bird when they first met.At that time, I was nervous, cramped, and my mind was blank.His hands that were tucked into his wide sleeves were quietly closed, and his entire back was stiff.

How should I go back?

It was hard for them to meet each other, and it was hard for them to talk...

——"Shangxian, what is your name? How should I call you?"

——"Fuyao."

He was very happy when he heard Fang Qinghong praise his name, and he was also very happy when he heard Fang Qinghong praise his good-looking.

He lacks experience in dealing with people, and he always doesn't know how to respond to the other party's jumping topics.And when he finally organized his speech, the other party had already changed to the next topic.

Fuyao passively followed his steps, enjoying it as much as she wanted, only indulging in the joy of purely guarding him.

"It's a pity, it's only a few dozen years, and in the future you..."

"Treasure more."

After speaking, Fuyao closed his eyes and fell into a coma.

He was already at the end of his strength, and he was able to survive until now because of his obsession.

Fang Qinghong paused with his hand in the Qiankun bag.It was not until a long time in the past that some consciousness was recovered.

Wait……

Wait!

He didn't have time to say anything, he had time to ask!

The bird flew over and landed on his shoulder, rubbed its head against Fang Qinghong for the last time, and said sadly: "Zhenjun, I also come to say goodbye to you."

The young man turned his head in a daze, only to realize that he had already burst into tears.

It said gently: "Don't be sad, the Lord doesn't want to see you like this."

Fang Qinghong: "What should I do? What should I do..." to save him?

"The glorious era of the prehistoric tribes has passed." The eyes of the scorpion showed nostalgia, and through its shining pupils, the young man seemed to have seen the great era of prosperity and blooming flowers of all ethnic groups in the past.

"This is the end of the matter, as long as the true king lives well and does what he wants to do." Its body also began to turn into light spots.

Just as Bailin honors the dragon, so do all the birds in the world honor the phoenix.

And these tribes who were originally under the command of the Feng Clan were killed and injured as early as the time of the Great Tribulation.Brilliance is fleeting, nothing in this world can last forever.

The legendary phoenix, swan, and swan are all gone, and only Fuyao is left alone in the legacy of the Feng clan.

But what Fang Qinghong sees now is just the phantom of the past that he transformed with magic after he became a fairy.Without his strength support, nature will fall apart.

Taoyuan Secret Realm, Taoyuan Secret Realm, is indeed a pure land that only exists in dreams.

……Do not!

I don't want to end!

——"The blood of the Taoist fetus contains the power of the original source and the energy of longevity. For any living being, it is the supreme tonic."

Yes, yes...my blood, my blood can save people!

The young man slashed his wrist without hesitation, pouring blood on Fuyao's body.Only the sound of "sizzling" came from the place where the blood dripped, and then white smoke rose, but Fuyao's complexion did not improve in any way.

With only half of her body left, Jiang Zi said anxiously: "It's useless, Zhenjun, stop!"

Fang Qinghong wiped away tears, looked at the man with closed eyes who insisted on going his own way: "I said, when you make a decision without authorization, I have the right to listen or not."

Putting Crimson Purple's call behind him, Fang Qinghong didn't stop doing anything, and simply opened another gash on his arm, and the blood flowed like a waterfall in an instant.

Soon, his face also turned pale, but Fuyao's condition showed no sign of improvement.

Fang Qinghong didn't believe in evil, and refused to give up, disregarding the stop of the flying bird, he moved his arm a little closer to the man.

True blood is very important to everyone, it is the place where spiritual energy is nourished and nurtured, its loss is equivalent to the loss of essence, it is a waste of oneself.

And when the last drop of true blood dries up, the person will also die.

Fang Qinghong shook his body, supported the stone wall with his left hand, his breathing gradually became heavy.And just when his vital signs weakened, in order to save himself, the yin and yang disk in Dantian automatically rotated to replenish his depleted energy.

Fuyao fell into a coma, and he and Dianji were full of anxiety, so no one noticed that the entangled black and white qi lingered on the man's body drop by drop along with the blood.

Wherever the boundary line touched the cursed part, the blood of the Dao fetus fused with true essence miraculously stopped the tendency of the black mist to spread!

Fang Qinghong's sluggish brain finally realized this gradually amidst the exclamation of the scorpion.

His immediate reaction was ecstasy, and then he consciously moved his hand closer to the area occupied by the curse, where the blood passed, the black mist retreated visible to the naked eye.

The curse that wanted to attack the city was suppressed in half of Fuyao's body, and it was in a stalemate with Fang Qinghong's true blood, neither of them could take an inch further.

The young man's face was full of clouds and rain, although the curse could not be eradicated, but...!

There will be a way.

There must be a way.

On the other side, due to successfully stopping the deterioration of Fuyao's body, Jiangzi's body was reshaped, but her intelligence also degenerated, and she became a chirping baby bird, no longer able to speak human words.

It instinctively got close to Fang Qinghong, pillowed on his chest, and curled up in his warm embrace.

"It's a pity, we couldn't say a few words." The young man hugged it, combing its hair gently with downcast eyes: "But it's okay, everything will be fine."

It was like speaking to it, more like making an oath.