Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(97)

"But……"

But what if it is a fusion?Xuanxu and the main world have been separated for so many years, and they are not on the same path, and they will be destroyed if they merge back together.

"Ah," Fang Yanchu looked at the blood that kept pouring out of Shang Fuliang's heart, and drew out his sword to wipe him, "This is not something you should worry about. There will be no Penglai in the future. If you are reincarnated, don't look for Penglai." gone."

Shang Fuliang stared blankly at Fang Yanchu's sword, the blood-sucked Longyou sword still had a cold light, like a piece of ice dug out from an extremely deep and extremely cold place.The ice took all the heat from his body and made him shiver.

He suddenly realized that he had been relying on Penglai for tens of thousands of years to survive. What would he do if he was reincarnated without Penglai merchant Fuliang?

"no, you can not……"

"I can." Fang Yanchu lowered his eyes, restrained his infinite coldness, and looked at him with a smile, "Penglai will be used to neutralize Xuanxu's resentment, and there will be no more Penglai from now on."

"Those people on Penglai..."

Holding the sword beside him, Fang Yanchu's face remained unchanged: "The head of Penglai will die by my hand, and then all the people of Penglai will come out to seek revenge on me."

"You..." Shang Fuliang looked at his body in surprise, and realized that the Heavenly Dao, which was in danger of shattering, poured all its power into the Tianlei, directly pouring down from Fang Yanchu's top heart.

If this moment can be recorded, it will be a very spectacular scene.

The earth that has lost the blood of the saint is churning with the blood energy left by the underworld fire disaster thousands of years ago. There is only a thin layer of clouds above the blood energy, and the clouds are covered with snow.The man holding the Longyou sword stood upright, the golden-red thunder pierced through him from bottom to top, and the remaining light illuminated his face.

And that face was as usual, full of peace and gentleness under the ferocious sky thunder.

Shang Fuliang half-kneeled in front of him, the power of the sky thunder even reached him through Fang Yanchu, and he spit out a mouthful of bright red blood with a "wow".

"You...do you still have the strength to bring back a world?"

"Of course." Fang Yanchu's limbs had already been melted by the thunder, and were quickly replenished by the saint's blood on Longyou's sword. He tilted his head and his smile deepened, "I've been thinking about this day for more than 1000 years. I've been thinking about it since before I killed you."

"Kill me?" Shang Fuliang pressed his chest, feeling that his life was constantly being lost, and his pupils contracted painfully.Of course he knew that what Fang Yanchu was talking about was not the current sword, but a thousand years ago, just after the fire disaster ended, Fang Yanchu killed Penglai alone with the sword, and killed half of the immortals in Penglai.The underworld was overcrowded all of a sudden, and people who resented and cursed Fang Yanchu could be seen everywhere, and in fact he was also a part of it.

People in Penglai can reincarnate and rebuild after death, and many people even regard reincarnation and rebuilding as a means of self-improvement.But if so many people are reincarnated in a short period of time, Penglai's strength will undoubtedly be greatly weakened, and even the foundation of Penglai's luck will be shaken, and it will not recover for thousands of years.

luck...

He suddenly looked up at Fang Yanchu: "You've known since then..."

"Yes." Looking at Shang Fuliang's unbelievable eyes, Fang Yanchu suddenly felt a little tired, squinted his eyes and looked up into the air, "weakening Penglai and Buddhism, delegating power to the underworld, and staying in the world for a long time are all for the sake of balance The strength of this world is to prepare for Xuanxu to enter here. If we can use Penglai and Buddhism to neutralize Xuanxu's resentment, Xuanxu will be able to enter this world smoothly. The four holy things will support the world for me, and after that There is a new world, and there will be no heaven from now on, but everyone can get the same chance of survival."

Fang Yanchu said a lot, and Shang Fuliang actually had an illusion that he seemed to be explaining the funeral to himself, a dying person, and couldn't help but suppress the pain in his chest and asked, "What about you?"

"I die as the guardian of the old world, a martyr for heaven and earth."

That's what it should be. Fang Yanchu was chosen by the Dao of Heaven to be a sage of the Dao of Heaven, shouldering the responsibility of bearing the Dao of Heaven, and should live and die with the Dao of Heaven.The new world has come, and the way of heaven disappears, so he, the spokesperson of the way of heaven, should also disappear.

But what he said was too natural, and Shang Fuliang felt a kind of creep.Even people from Penglai like Shang Fuliang are afraid of death, and they are very afraid of death even though they know that they can do it all over again.Even Tiandao would be afraid of death, and thunders filled with power kept raining down on their heads, like the final counterattack of a desperate person in panic.

Fang Yanchu didn't see death in his eyes. He wasn't afraid of death, and he didn't care about it. It had always been like this, and nothing seemed to catch his eyes.He endured the sufferings that Heaven gave him, and he also accepted the benefits that were given to him, and he continued to move in the direction he believed without squinting.

From the moment the thunder strikes, or from the moment the four sacred objects gather, Fang Yanchu has already begun to pull Xuanxu into this world, and now Shang Fuliang can vaguely see the shadow of Xuanxu.Starvation was everywhere on the Xuan Ruins, and all living things were full of resentment, but now they were suppressed by Fang Yanchu and could not come out.

But Shang Fuliang knew that after the people from Penglai withdrew one by one, Xuanxu would be thrown into Penglai, and Xuanxu's resentment would be neutralized until it became an ordinary place where anyone could set foot.

"Mr. Longyou," Shang Fuliang's life will end with Penglai. Before dying, he moved his fingers, "You, do you regret...?"

Regret?

Fang Yanchu's eyes fell on Shang Fuliang whose aura had gradually disappeared. What is the regret?When Xuan Tianjun was exiled into Xuanxu, he didn't regret it, when he waded through the sea of ​​blood alone, he didn't regret it, and he didn't regret when he gave up the blood of a saint.

If there is really anything worth regretting, then the only thing he regrets in these 1 years is probably not being able to think of Ji Qianshan earlier.

He spoiled his little apprentice who grew up, how sad was it when he was in the sea of ​​blood?

When Xuanxu fell down, almost everyone was shocked.The overwhelming shadow seemed to cover the sun. Everyone looked at the huge shadow in the sky in panic, but no one dared to move.The shadow also seemed to have stopped, hanging high in the air.

Gradually, after half a day passed, the dense shadow dissipated, and finally became almost translucent, and the sun above the head could be vaguely seen through the translucent shadow.

People got together and chatted about the shadow above their heads, but they couldn't come to a conclusion. In the end, they continued to work and live as usual, just looking at the shadow above their heads from time to time, as if they were seeing an alien visiting suddenly. Yes, both curiosity and unquenchable fear.

Only Ji Qianshan, the moment he saw the shadow, he remembered the description in the "Yinzi Xuanxu Chapter", a place where starvation was everywhere and no grass grew, and it was more desolate than a sea of ​​blood.

In the blink of an eye, he finally understood why he woke up on the sea of ​​blood, and the fear in his eyes was almost overflowing.He hurriedly stood up and rushed towards the Lingyun Palace with almost all hands and feet.

It's getting late!

No, it's too late!

"Master! Master! Fang Yanchu!" He yelled heart-piercingly, but before he could regain all his strength, the trick he had used thousands of times was finally useless.He lived countless times like this for 1000 years, each time, each time he followed Fang Yanchu's footsteps, but he could only catch the corner of his robe.

But this time he finally couldn't catch up again. Fang Yanchu's footsteps were so fast that he could only hug his lifeless body weakly.

"Ah—please!" he cried desperately, "please! Give him back!"

No matter who Ji Qianshan is begging for, he can't answer him this time.

Tiandao has come to a desperate situation, his master has been martyred with the old world, and this time even he himself cannot respond to himself.

Fang Yanchu was one step too early, making such a choice before he completely regained his own power, and there was no chance for him to start again.

Each of the four sacred objects is transformed into four beams of light, covering the four corners of the north, south, east, and west.Xuanxu's resentment is about to disappear, and it will merge into this world. As an old friend from long ago, it will silently transform this world into a world that no one has ever seen before except Fang Yanchu. The place.

Ji Qianshan held Fang Yanchu's hand, and murmured to Master in the silence, his voice was desperate and hoarse.But no one could hear it, not even himself.

This is what Zhou Jidao saw when he arrived at the main hall. Ji Qianshan laid Fang Yanchu, who was dressed in white, on the ground with his forehead against his forehead.

"Qianshan..."

"Master Zhou?" Ji Qianshan was not surprised when he saw the busy blood vine behind him. He already knew that Zhou Jidao and Zhou Jidao were alone, "Thank you for your hard work."

It wasn't until he opened his mouth to speak that Zhou Jidao realized that Ji Qianshan seemed to be a different person, his eyes were full of calmness and innocence, and the coquettish child in front of Fang Yanchu seemed to be his illusion.

Ji Qianshan took a look at Zhou Jidao, but didn't speak, and then he dug open his chest, and took out a bright red heart that was alive and kicking.

The heart of the sea of ​​blood, the core of the sea of ​​blood that lives and dies with the world, is full of the meaning of extinction in the world, enough to wash away the memory of all living beings.

Once the world merges, the mediator of heaven and earth will die.This is the iron law written in the rules.

If anything could save him, it was to give him death and new life.

"Master, master," Ji Qianshan held his heart devoutly, and passed the power of the sea of ​​blood to Fang Yanchu, "Master, please, please remember me. I will return to you soon .”

Meet you again with my true self, and you will fall in love with me again, right?