The bright moon sits on the ground

The bloody afterimage surged and disappeared in the afterglow of the bright moon.

The scene of silence like a desolate tomb is gradually receding, replaced by getting closer, chaotic and noisy sounds, mixed with familiar voices of conversation, the muffled sound of sharp knives cutting through flesh and blood, and creaking sounds harsh noise.

Nie Qiu struggled in the dream for a long while, and the feeling of being dragged down by his limbs gradually faded away. As if he finally found his own consciousness, he gathered the dissipated thoughts together, and felt slightly numb His fingertips also regained consciousness, and the voices from all directions were like tides, one after another, rushing towards him. He was in a trance, and was almost washed away by the raging tide.

Eyelashes were wet with sweat, forming a dark shadow. This dream was too long, so long that he couldn't catch his breath for a while.

He felt his calloused fingers inserting into his slightly damp hair, groped for a moment, and soon found the hidden buckle of the mask, with a soft and delicate crisp sound, the mask opened in response, and the slightly steamy Stuffy air poured into his nasal cavity, Nie Qiu panted, the suffocation gradually receded, his chest heaved and heaved, he barely raised his hand to wipe off the water drops on his eyelashes, and raised his eyes to look up.

Fang Qisheng was looking down at him, brushing away the wet hair on his forehead, and asked, "How do you feel?"

"Fortunately, it feels like I've experienced a big dream." His vision gradually became clear, Nie Qiu looked around, he was resting on Fang Qisheng's lap, and they probably returned to the corridor full of murals. He was surprised that he was not woken up by the messy sound, and he didn't know what happened after he fell asleep, "Shengsheng, how long has it been?"

"About half an hour." Fang Qisheng put the antler mask aside. The horns of the mask were still cold, but the inner side was covered with a thin layer of water mist, warm and hot, when it fell on the ground A small splash of water, light and soft.

"Are they all in there?"

Seeing Fang Qisheng nodded, Nie Qiu thought for a while, but didn't get up in a hurry. He turned his head and put his cheek on Fang Qisheng's leg, half relieved, half sighed tiredly, closed his eyes again, and thought Take this moment of peace to soothe your emotions.

Nie Qiu was probably really tired.Fang Qisheng looked down at him, leaned over to kiss the corner of his eyes, and tasted a little wetness.

"During the period when you fell asleep, we also learned something from Xu Lang." The leader of the demon cult moved Nie Qiu's head inward, and the sleeve robe brushed Nie Qiu's cheek. Itchy, "Of course, it's master's hard work."

It can be guessed that Chang Jinyu absolutely cannot let go of this hard-won opportunity, and he must use it to get something.

Nie Qiu knew that Chang Jinyu's act of handing him the mask was tantamount to pushing him into the fire pit. It seemed that the right to choose was in his hands, but in fact it was forcing him to make a choice—he didn't like it. He felt angry, but also didn't feel chilled, because he really wanted to know the root of all this, the ins and outs of everything, at least he and Chang Jinyu had reached an agreement on this point.

He grabbed Fang Qisheng's hand, gathered it in his palm, and gently kneaded his knuckles. Still without opening his eyes, he asked, "What Xu Lang said about 'Xuanputang wake up' and 'evil energy surges up' 'What do you mean? And where do those high-pitched screams come from?"

The world, Kunlun, Langfeng Immortal who died in Kunlun, jagged rocks, a bridge made of corpses, a nine-tailed white fox that obscures the sun, bloody sight, distorted lines, dead ends, natural moats, all kinds of thoughts are in his mind To interweave, to disperse again.

Nie Qiu thought, he could clearly feel that he was only one step away from the truth, but he just couldn't find the direction.

Fang Qisheng pondered for a moment, thinking about his words, Ren Nie Qiu fiddled with his hands, and said after a long while: "It's hard to explain in a few words, after all, those three immortals are guarding outside, and I fell asleep after you fell asleep." It's time to talk about it."

three.Nie Qiu guessed that Fang Qisheng probably didn't know that Xu Lang was a mortal who was ranked as an immortal. Apart from Xu Lang, there was also the Kunlun Immortal Lord Liang Kunwu who was transformed by the evil spirit of thousands of weapons, and the remaining one might be The "Three Greens" in Xu Lang's mouth.

Speaking of which, Xu Lang also said at the time that "Po Jun couldn't get away", and he didn't know what was holding him back, and he hasn't arrived yet.

Fang Qisheng didn't hesitate for too long. After seeing Nie Qiu's response, he found a more comfortable posture and told everything.

The moment Nie Qiu put on the mask, the earth shook, the smell of blood, the screams, and the thick murderous aura gradually spread. Fang Qisheng got close, and soon found that Nie Qiu's figure was shaking, as if being trapped He could fall down as soon as the wind blows, and he felt bad, so he put his hand on Nie Qiu's shoulder, and the man fell into his arms in a daze, no matter how he called, he didn't respond.

If it weren't for Fang Qisheng's ability to feel Nie Qiu's gentle breath, his beating heart might have broken through his chest cavity.

He had the idea of ​​taking off the mask for a moment, but then he remembered that Nie Qiu asked him "Do you believe me?", and the answer he gave was a rhetorical question, which was also "Do you believe me?" ", the words are the same, but the meaning is different.

So, Fang Qisheng suppressed his thoughts, tightly held Nie Qiu's hand, and breathed deeply and shallowly, trying to calm down the boiling mood.It's really too chaotic here, whether it's Nie Qiu's sudden fainting, or the accident in Xuanputang, Huang Sheng complained over there why they couldn't let them go out first, Xu Lang didn't want to be outdone, and immediately scolded him for wanting to let the world Funeral.

Heart-piercing howls could be heard from below, and the muffled sound of flesh being peeled off.

However, on the stone platform, holding an unconscious person in his arms, Fang Qisheng had no idea what happened. The only thing he could see was the Kunlun Immortal Lord hanging in the air, with sharp eyes and sharp eyes, There are hundreds of weapons circling, including knives, swords, halberds, spears, spears, hairpins, axes, short knives, and daggers. I don’t know where they came from and what they were forged from. , the whole body glowed with a piercing cold light, as if he could feel the killing intent, humming in the tremor.

Standing on the edge of the stone platform, Chang Jinyu lowered his gaze and lowered his eyes, his face was blurred by the dim candlelight.

What he was looking at, what he was thinking, Fang Qisheng didn't know at all, he just felt that the uneasiness in his heart was getting stronger and stronger.

Looking at Nie Qiu in his arms again, he was panting heavily, the copper bell on his wrist was shaking almost crazily, but there was no sound at all, the scene was a bit weird, Fang Qisheng wrapped his arms around Nie Qiu's waist, freed a He rolled his cuffs to the crook of his arms, only to find that the crescent moon imprint, which was covered by the red string like a burn mark, was oozing bright red blood and sliding down his wrist.

Fang Qisheng frowned even tighter. This scene was really similar to the scene when Nie Qiu faced the stone pillar before entering the Xuanpu Hall.

The overlapping and reciprocating noises in his ears made him feel irritable, and his thoughts in a thin thread were broken and broken. He didn't know what to do when he encountered such a strange thing, but he had to do it, and he was about to reach out While taking the wound medicine in his arms, he heard the sound of birdsong.

Crisp and loud, it echoed in this empty grotto, covering all disturbing noises.

Undoubtedly, the door of Xuanpu Hall has been closed. Logically speaking, no birds should have strayed into it. Fang Qisheng suddenly realized something, and raised his eyes to look at Xu Lang. Sure enough, there was a joyful expression on his face. Somewhat relieved.

The light blue light instantly pushes back the darkness, bright but not dazzling, like willow branches by the lake in early spring, or like a pool of water with bluestones hidden, swimming fish smashing the floating light, this is probably the scene——face The slightly immature fairy fell into Fang Qisheng's sight, wearing a feather-shaped forehead ornament inlaid with lapis lazuli, curving and fluffy black hair hanging down to the spine, and his clothes were woven from slender and soft green feathers. As he flicked his sleeves, the golden bell in his sleeves swayed, making a tinkling sound.

When he squinted and looked over leisurely, Fang Qisheng didn't feel any danger, unlike that Kunlun fairy.

Maybe it's because of his calm expression, maybe it's because of his gentle brows and eyes, maybe it's because he has restrained his demeanor.

Xu Lang yelled "Three Greens", and the immortal monarch known as "Three Greens" nodded his head as a gesture, but instead of walking towards Xu Lang, he walked towards Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu, stretched out two fingers, and swayed at Nie Qiu. With a light touch on Xue's wrist, the blood stains dissipated, and the unbearable pain seemed to go away. Fang Qisheng clearly felt that Nie Qiu's breathing was gradually calming down, and he fell into a dreamland peacefully.

"A sword has no eyes." His voice was clear and bright, like water splashing on a rock, "You'd better take him away."

This fairy also recognized Nie Qiu, Fang Qisheng thought, and, for some reason, he felt that this Sanqing fairy was more humane than the Kunlun fairy, his clothes were stained with the world of mortals, and it was not completely devoid of emotions, however, Compared with the immortal Lord Langfeng who has no airs of a fairy, he is a little more cold and reserved, and he is a kind of fairy between Liang Kunwu and Xu Lang.

Fang Qisheng didn't say much, nodded, and followed his words, leading Nie Qiu back.

Seeing them backing away, Immortal Sanqing looked away, skillfully took out a talisman from his sleeve, held it between his fingers, flipped his wrist, and the open flame that appeared out of thin air ignited the talisman, and he let go of his hand, making the talisman flutter Xiang Kong said as he walked, "Xu Lang, don't meddle in it, step aside, Pojun won't be able to reach it for a while, so leave it to me and Liang Kunwu for the time being."

The talisman exploded in the air, and the azure light poured down like a waterfall, suppressing the evil spirit flowing underneath.

All kinds of weapons were still slashing under Liang Kunwu's driving. Fang Qisheng didn't know what they were fighting against. A vision of purgatory.

Liang Kunwu looked sideways at Sanqing and asked, "You just woke up not long ago, so suppressed, can the spirit hold on?"

Sanqing's expression remained unchanged, she nodded, then shook her head again, her lips did not move, but her voice came into Liang Kunwu's mind, "However, the flow of fate has changed, and it will never stop running towards the end. Those whose souls return to the fairy world are gradually attracted... but Kunwu, are you determined to become the guilty person who kills the leader and cuts off Kunlun?"

"I made an appointment with him a long time ago." Amidst the shrill roar, Liang Kunwu's voice was extraordinarily cold, "If I can't keep my heart and fall into madness, he will finish me off. If he gets frustrated, If he goes astray, I will finish him off."

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