Cultivate the ruthless way for him

Zhang Yuan's soul was also trembling.

It turned out that Wu Qiuyu's real body was actually here.

After 400 years, he finally found this wandering clone.

As Chi Xiao's blade approached little by little, the huge blood pool suddenly rolled and bumped, and countless howling ghosts and wolves came from the depths of the blood pool, shrill and ear-piercing.

The Pond of No Regrets, created by the demon king Wentian, is the place where the most resentful and evil spirits in the world condense, the hotbed for nourishing demonic cultivation, and the true heart of the Ten Thousand Devils' Cave.

With the sound of "嗤", a huge dragon rose from the tumbling blood.It's just that the dragon seemed to be imprisoned by something, and only raised a section of its head, struggling crazily.

Against the background of the pool full of blood, the blood-colored dragon's eyes became more monstrous and terrifying.

"Wu Qiuyu."

The dragon roared angrily. "You will not let me go until you die, and until you die... you will drag me to suffer the pain of ten thousand swords piercing your heart with you. I will never let you go!"

What responded to him was only boundless silence, and just like him, the wailing voices of the spirits that were sealed here.Blood water rose up into the sky, but it didn't reach half of the man in the pool of blood.Against the bloody and filthy background, that pale jade face looked even more noble and inviolable.

Devil dragon.

Wu Qiuyu.

Zhaozhao had a splitting headache, and the shoulder blades on his back suddenly felt pain without warning.

Chang Yuan waved his sleeves, and countless red sword lights wove into a giant net, covering the blood pool tightly. He stepped on the red lotus fire, looked down at the black figure in the center of the blood pool, step by step, stepped into the bloody storm in the pool of blood.

The blood soon submerged the uppers of his brocade boots.

Wentian vaguely realized something, and could no longer maintain his composure, he yelled crazily, "You, what are you going to do, you madman."

The hem of Chang Yuan's black clothes embroidered with dark patterns of stars has already been soaked in blood, like a pure black lotus blooming in a lake of blood.Chi Xiao let out a wail.

The red lotus fire circled the pool, burning blazingly.

When the dragon's scale armor touched the red fireworks, it was immediately burned into a cloud of turbid air and scattered away.

"Stop, stop!"

Wentian was still roaring.

Zhao Zhao could not bear the burn already, and wanted to slip out of Chang Yuan's sleeves, but the sword intent covering Chang Yuan's body was so strong that his dragon horns were hit and hurt, and he couldn't break through the invisible knot. boundary.

Zhang Yuan finally reached the center of the blood pool.

With Chi Xiao's body protection, blood and water will automatically detour wherever he passes.

Therefore, even though most of his body was immersed in the pool of blood, his robes were still clean and not stained with any dirt.

He stared at the black-clothed cultivator who had the same face as his, and once again heard the vibration from the depths of his soul.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

He said in a low voice, and continued to move forward, allowing his body to pass through the sharp sword and become one with another body.

In an instant, countless pictures were turned over in my mind, like the pages of a book, clearly recording every picture, every scene, every stroke and every stroke.

Although long before that, Zhang Yuan had recovered his lost memory.

But after all, that ray of primordial spirit has been sealed for too long, he was forced to accept many forgotten past events, compared with other emotions, he was more at a loss, even panic.

But at this moment, when he finally found this clone that had been separated for hundreds of years, and merged with it to form a complete self, the great grief, regret, reluctance, reluctance, and nostalgia deep in his soul were like a flood breaking a bank. , instantly submerged him.

"Zhao Zhao..."

He called out in low pain.

It seems to see the picture of the young man carrying a small bag, clutching the scales on his chest, leaving Guanyin Village alone, and walking alone on the mountain road.

How much he wanted to go back 400 years ago, to go back to that thatched hut, hug that little boy, and never separate.

What responsibility, what obligation.

All are gone.

It turned out that it wasn't that he hadn't touched the mortal heart, it wasn't that he hadn't tasted the thoughts of the world, it turned out that he was so yearning for the world of fireworks, so and so, hoping to protect a person and not let him suffer a little harm.

Zhaozhao.

Zhao Zhao heard the name.

People around him call him "A Yuan", but no one has ever called him Zhao Zhao.

His name is Zhaoyuan.

But Zhaozhao intuited that this was his own name.

With all his strength, Xiaolong rushed forward, and finally broke away from the sword intent in Chang Yuan's body, and landed on the edge of the blood pool.

"Xianjun!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhao Zhao's expression changed drastically, and he immediately picked up Chang Yuan's sleeve, trying to drag him out.

Zhang Yuan was taken aback, unexpectedly Zhao Zhao followed him, for a moment, his heart ached sharply, a burst of deep-seated longing and sadness flowed through his heart, and countless longings, as well as joy and excitement overflowed from his eyes.

Zhang Yuan could sense that it was deep in the soul, another ray of soul was responding to the young man.

"Zhao Zhao."

Driven by instinct, Zhang Yuan called out a sentence.Another voice in my heart said: "You have grown so big, Master can rest assured."

Then, there was a peaceful smile of relief.

Zhaozhao was taken aback, always felt that the cold and heartless fairy in front of him looked at him, how should I put it, a little gentle and abnormal.

"Xianjun, I will take you out."

Chang Yuan shook his head. "Zhao Zhao, be obedient, go back to Donghai immediately, and leave this place alone."

"Do not."

Seeing that he couldn't hold it in his mouth, Xiaolong simply turned into a human form, lying on the edge of the blood pool, struggling to pull the long abyss out.

The young man has the protection of the blood of the real dragon, so he is not afraid of the evil spirits in the blood pool, nor the flaming red lotus flowers around the blood pool.

Zhang Yuan suddenly raised his hand, with fingers as cold as jade, stroked the young man's Yubai cheek little by little, and said, "Master should have found you earlier."

To this day, he still doesn't understand why, the second time he entered the Ten Thousand Devils Cave that year, he saw in the Pond of No Regrets, the soft and sticky young man called Master who was pulling at the corner of his clothes was not Mo Yu's at all. Fantasy, but this little guy in front of him.

That is a deep-seated longing that cannot be severed even if a ray of primordial spirit is severed.

As a result, the heart of the sword in his chest, which had been immobile for thousands of years, suddenly shook and fell, and he was hit by the curse.

It's a pity that he lost all his memory at that time, and he completely forgot about the little guy who once depended on him in the remote mountain village in Shuzhong and regarded him as his life.

He had no intention of accepting apprentices at first, but after returning that time, he felt restless for a long time, Tianjun happened to bring Mo Yu to visit, he saw the little mole at the end of Mo Yu's eyes, he was tempted for a moment, so he let go and accepted the first apprentice.

As everyone knows, it was a big mistake, a big mistake.

"sorry."

"Master, I'm sorry."

"Master." Zhaozhao recited this unfamiliar word, feeling a little uncomfortable in his soul.

"Master is destined to be sorry for you in this life. If there is an afterlife, I only hope that Master can become an ordinary monk, who can guard and pamper you without any scruples or ties."

Zhao Zhao couldn't quite understand these words, but instinctively felt uncomfortable in his heart, and his eyes couldn't help turning red, with tears streaming down his face.

"I don't want the afterlife, I just want this life."

"Xianjun, come with me."

"Wow."

Zhao Zhao has never felt so helpless and confused, subconsciously took out the sound transmission stone, and wanted to communicate with his brother, but there was not even half a ray of fairy energy here, and the sound transmission stone could not be activated at all.

Zhao Zhao also vaguely thought that this was his own business, and there was no need to ask his brother for instructions.

So he put the sound transmission stone back and dragged Changyuan even harder.

The water in the pool of blood has already soaked the corner of Chang Yuan's robe, which means that the sword intent around him is getting weaker and weaker.Wentian roared angrily, trying to break free.

Zhang Yuan's eyes turned cold, and he summoned Chi Xiao.

Command: "Slay the devil."

Chi Xiao froze in mid-air, pointing his sword at his master, screaming and refusing to move.

Zhang Yuan shouted: "Slay the devil."

"Master, goodbye."

Inside the sword body, there was a sound of sword spirit.

Immediately afterwards, the scarlet long sword, which shook the three worlds and hit fourteen states with frost and cold, pierced through the master's heart with the momentum of looking down upon the unparalleled.

The surrounding area was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

The tumbling pool of blood, as if a switch had been pressed, slowly fell back and returned to calm.

Zhao Zhao knelt by the pool, both hands were still holding Chang Yuan's wrist tightly, on that wrist covered with magic patterns, the magic patterns quickly dissipated and returned to its original pale color.

And in that pale palm, there was a group of spiritual light like a firefly.

The huge body of the dragon suddenly collapsed.

Wentian Shenhun was pierced by Chixiao at the same moment.

He struggled and roared: "Do you think that you can trap me?"

Zhang Yuan raised the corner of his lips coldly: "You can try and break free."

Wentian was incompetent and furious.

Because he has no real form, he can only act with the help of Zhang Yuan's body.

For Zhang Yuan, a lunatic, to trap him in such a way of self-sacrifice means that he will be nailed to this pool of blood forever, until the blood in his body is exhausted, and he will die accordingly.

A pool full of resentful spirits, the power of his heart is in front of him, but he can only look at it, unable to absorb it at all, Wentian is annoyed in his heart, it is conceivable.

Zhao Zhao has let go of his hand in a daze.

Zhang Yuan looked sideways, raised his hand, and placed the firefly in front of the young man, his eyes were very gentle and he said: "I stole this thing in Zhongzhou 400 years ago... It is a way of swordsmanship. With my cultivation level, it can be regarded as a sword." The ruthless way covers your body. Your ruthless way was all caused by this gentleman, now that the past is over, you should also have a normal life and normal emotions."

"Go back to your family, stay with them and stop running around. They will love you, protect you, and never let anyone hurt you."

Zhang Yuan knew in his heart that after Zhao Zhao lost his memory, the reason why he was willing to leave him, cling to him, and cling to him was all due to the influence of the ruthless way and lack of normal emotional cognition.

Including the treatment of Peacock King Ming and Yunzhu and others.

His life shouldn't be like this.He deserves to go back to a truly normal life.

With a flick of his finger, the firefly plunged into the young man's forehead.

Two lines of tears flowed out of those eyes as deep as an abyss.

"This time, Master will no longer make an appointment with you."

He whispered in his heart.

Wentian was furious again.

"You actually passed on such a good thing to this little thing, what did you leave for me?!"

The huge magic circle slowly opened again.

Wentian's voice was quickly covered by Honglianhuo.

The swords of the primordial spirit that had gathered above the blood pool all returned to the blood pool.

In the depths of the blood pool, a fairy and a demon, like a lone tree, are entangled with each other and nailed to the pool wall forever.

Zhao Zhao was rushed out of the grotto by a huge sword wave, and when he got up, the door of the devil's cave had been slowly closed.

The ruthless way in the young man's body still holds the upper hand. Compared with emotions such as sadness and pain, Zhao Zhao is more at a loss and puzzled.

The white crane came over waving its wings. "I'll take you back to the East China Sea."

In the blood pool, Wentian seemed to have finally resigned to his fate.

He said maliciously: "Do you know what kind of calamity is the calamity curse that I left you back then?"

"Are you wondering why the curse in your body still can't be lifted after so many years of hard work?"

What responded to him was eternal silence.

Wentian didn't feel embarrassed, but said with great interest: "You and I are the only ones left to talk now, so it's okay to tell you. It's a lovesickness curse, haha, don't you claim to be born with a sword heart? The seat doesn't believe it. If you really had no distracting thoughts in your heart, you would not have been able to answer the mantra back then."

"Chang Yuan, Chang Yuan, you are a hypocrite with a good face."

"Tell this seat, who are you thinking and thinking in your heart?"