Doe

"My lord! A monster with a full body of fire appeared near the Eighteenth Prison!"

"Master, the monsters are killing and killing, and the disciples suffered heavy casualties!"

"The woods are on fire! Get back!"

Yuan Boqing stood on the turret, focused his eyes, and looked far into the distance.A golden-red fire blade cut out from the dark forest center of Tiandu Mountain, and a monster sucking blood rushed in front of the fire blade.All the disciples within his hunting range were scorched and torn to pieces, and the sound of painful wailing spread throughout the mountains.The fire spread around the center of the fire blade, and it was foreseeable that Tiandu Mountain would soon become a sea of ​​flames.

"What the hell is that?" Yuan's Elder Nahan said, "When did the Eighteenth Prison imprison such a ghost?"

"Look carefully at his chest." Yuan Boqing's eyebrows were gloomy.

Elder Yuan noticed the monster's red heart.

"That's a lotus heart with six petals." Yuan Boqing tightly held the long knife at his waist, and said, "Baili Jueming is back."

The elder Yuan's parents were startled and stayed where they were.

"He's coming back for revenge. Look at his appearance. We won't stop unless we kill them all." Yuan Boqing raised his hand, "Send a signal to let the children of the affiliated families lead this evil spirit to the front of Tianshu Palace. There is a Open space, just right for formation. Send the old celestial master to avoid danger, and all the elders and disciples of the Yuan family will take their positions in front of the square corner tower and Tianshu Palace." He paused, and then replied, "The ghosts and Bailijue who invaded the sect today Ming can't get rid of the responsibility, leave half of the high-ranking disciples to guard the sect, protect the formation, and prevent them from destroying the formation."

The disciple retreated with the order, and Yuan Boqing brought Yuan's golden feather bow, and set the bow with an arrow.This bow weighed five hundred stones, and it was the Yuan family's heirloom bow. It was blessed by the runes and blood curses of the previous patriarchs, and even he could only use this bow once a month.He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Ever since he knew that Baili Jueming had escaped from the Eighteenth Prison, he knew that this evil spirit would come back sooner or later.He wears the golden seal of the Yuan family's ancestral protection all the time, waiting for this day to come.These ghosts trapped by obsession are always so sad and inferior.He raised his arrow, aimed at the high-speed moving Baili Cassia, and took a deep breath.

"Xunwei, run away—" He heard Baili Jueming roar.

He paused when he was about to shoot an arrow, a sneer appeared on his lips.A monster who has lost his sanity, is he still thinking about his precious apprentice?Yuan Boqing stabilized his mind, re-aimed, breathed slowly and deeply, and accumulated strength in his chest.At this moment, the wind and cloud were still, the sky and the earth seemed to be dimmed, only him and the running prey were left in the world.

Exhale—

Inhale—

He opened his eyes suddenly, and the ferocity of a tiger flashed by.At the same time, the Golden Arrow falcon roared off the string, and plunged into the sky and the strong wind.That is the ghost-killing arrow made by Yuan Shibai's alchemy. It is not afraid of real fire or ghost flame.Even Baili Cassia's Samadhi real fire, there is no way to melt it.It flew out, tore through the air, and reached Baili Jueming in the blink of an eye.The air curtain twisted and deformed, and a breach was torn.The golden arrow broke through the field of Baili Cassia, but the earth fire that melted gold and iron failed to melt it, and it shot straight at the six-petal lotus heart of Baili Cassia.

The moment it was about to penetrate the lotus heart, it stagnated.

Yuan Boqing frowned.

The monster's sharp claws blocked the golden arrow, the flames burned on the golden arrow, and the arrow pierced Baili Cassia's palm.He stopped running and pulled out the arrow.Sticky black blood spurted out of the wound, but he didn't frown, although no one could tell even if he did.The monster stood there, as if he was looking at the arrow. The extremely heavy golden arrow was fiddling in his hand like a small toy.He looked curious about the arrow breaking through his domain, even biting the arrow with his teeth.

Yuan Boqing narrowed his eyes and sneered, he really didn't expect that Baili Jueming could catch this heavy arrow.He thought that the golden arrow would at least seriously injure Baili Jueming, but what he didn't expect was that Baili Jueming threw the arrow.The next moment, Yuan Boqing felt a strong wind cut his ears like a knife, and the golden arrow sank into the pillar behind him, and the arrow body and arrow feathers were still trembling.

He reacted belatedly to what had happened, and a chill slowly hit the back of his neck.

Baili Jueming threw back the golden arrow and almost killed him!

Baili Jue Ming let out a long hiss, the voice was sharp and high-pitched, and the flames surged like a tide, dancing with the sound.The soaring flames licked the sky shrouded in black smoke, swaying gracefully, more enchanting than the red lotus.

This guy is laughing at him, Yuan Boqing's eyes are tearing open, this bastard must be laughing at him!

The monster suddenly appeared, and the fire blade changed direction and came towards the turret.Everyone suddenly realized that in this hunt, the prey was never Bailicassia, but them.The elder and his disciples pulled Yuan Boqing and said in a trembling voice: "Master, hurry up, let's go to Tianshu Palace!"

Yuan Boqing ordered coldly: "Go to the warehouse, take out all the golden arrows, and replace them with all the Yuan family disciples!"

Xie Xunwei returned to the ground, and several evil spirits flashed beside him.All the evil spirits have changed their bodies, and some have burned half of their heads.In fact, they have changed their physical bodies for more than one round. The flames of Baili Cassia are too fierce, and no ghosts can resist them. Fortunately, there are many dead people in Tiandu Mountain today, and there is a physical body if you pick it up anywhere.

On the first day of the lunar new year, he reported: "Lang Jun, I can't stop him. His speed is too fast, we can't catch up."

"Which direction is Master going now?" Xie Xun asked slightly.

"Yuan Boqing provoked him just now, so he went to the east turret."

Master lost his mind and went on a rampage.It would be fine if he could lure the master away from Tiandu Mountain, he would slowly think of a way to nail the crossing needle into the master's orifice.But now the master is only rushing into Yuan's snare, and things have become very difficult.If they entered the sect's big trap, and the opponent had a large number of people, once the seal was activated, even Xie Xunwei would have no way to recover.

Xie Xun frowned slightly, and rubbed the fingers on his hand, "Yuan Boqing must set up a formation to seal the master. The forest is on fire, and it is impossible to set up a formation in the mountains. The formation must be in the sect, and there is only enough space in front of Tianshu Palace." He locked his eyebrows, "Order all the evil spirits to go to Tianshu Palace to destroy the formation."

"Yes!"

"Hey, Xie Xunwei," Yu Tingqiu scratched his temples with the hilt of his sword, "What are we doing?"

Xie Xun looked back at them slightly, Mu Zhishen broke his hand, Yu Tingqiu hurt his meridians, both of them were in a panic like beggars.He said expressionlessly: "You guys run away, try your best to leave the range of Tiandu Mountain, especially don't get close to the Zongmen."

"Why?" Yu Tingqiu frowned.

"There are many people in the sect, if the master is trapped, what do you think he will do?" Xie Xunwei asked lightly.

The scorched earth and ruins of eight years ago are still vivid in his mind, and Mu Zhishen replied in a low voice: "He will release the gold fire to cleanse karma."

Cleansing gold fire... Yu Tingqiu remembered that since childhood, everyone has been talking about the battle eight years ago.It was the first time that Baijia of Xianmen saw the power of Baochen Mountain's karma-washing gold fire, the incomparably domineering and brutal spells, which deprived everyone of their lives, including the caster himself.They say it is the fire of karma summoned from hell to cleanse everything in the world.

Yu Tingqiu saw that Xie Xunwei was not planning to run away with them, so she frowned and asked, "Then where are you going?"

Xie Xunwei's gaze was calm, "Where is Master, I will be there."

After finishing speaking, he turned around resolutely and headed towards Tianshu Palace.

How many eight years can life have?He has no more time to wait and endure.If the reunion in the past few months is just a little caramel bestowed on him by the gods, then he is willing to melt with these candies.This time, no matter what, he won't run away again.

Master, here I come.

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"Report, ghosts enter the gate!"

"Report, ghosts have entered Chaotian Street!"

"Report, ghosts enter the South School!"

As soon as the scouts finished speaking, many scouts with other surnames broke through the Tianshu Gate and shouted loudly: "The ghost is coming!!"

Behind them, burning ghosts roared and crashed into houses and screen walls.This is simply a rampaging beast, those lantern-like scarlet eyes seem to be soaked in blood, no one dares to face his sharpness.The monster opened his mouth wide, and several disciples rolled into his nail-like fangs, blood flowing like rivers.More people were swept by the flames, and the front of Tianshu Palace was full of people running on fire.

"Keep the formation! Pay attention to the distance!" Yuan Boqing shouted standing on the steps, "Shooting arrows!"

The arrows rained all at once, and all the arrows of Yuan's disciples were replaced with golden arrows. The golden arrows broke through Baili Jueming's earth fire domain and hit his flesh and blood.In an instant, black blood dripped from his shoulders and back, and the black blood evaporated in the flames surrounding him, forming a blood mist.He raised his head and hissed, and became even more furious. Countless disciples died under his sharp claws, and their flesh and blood became his sacrifices.However, the Yuan family's disciples pressed forward again like ants, the golden arrow pierced through the flames, and the blood mist exploded on his dark and rugged back like fireworks.

"Hook the rope!" Yuan Boqing ordered again.

The disciples on the eaves changed the semaphore, and the order was conveyed down one level after another.The disciple with the hook took the place of the disciple with the arrow. The hundred alchemy hook was thrown into the sky and hooked on the back of Baili Cassia. The golden hook was like the teeth of a vicious dog. It looks like bloody scales.The disciples on the left and right flanks pulled the chains and exerted force at the same time, Baili Cassia was restrained and could no longer move.

The cooperation of all the children is extremely tacit and tight. This is the result of many years of training regardless of wind, frost, rain and snow. Yuan Boqing smiled lowly. After this battle is over, he, the Yuan family, should be the leader of the hundred families of the immortal sect!What Mrs. Yu, what Jiang Tianshi, have to rely on his nose to live!

Yuan Boqing issued an order, the semaphore changed again, and the elders of the square turret activated the formation hub at the same time, and a large blue seal formation with complicated patterns took shape over Tianshu Palace.The four hubs, the four seals, the first seal of the limbs, the second seal of spells, the third seal of the physical body, and the fourth seal of the soul.The first seal was activated, and then the second seal. The formation rotated, and there was an invisible pressure on Baili Jueming's back.The earth evil fire disappeared, and the flames around his body were extinguished. He growled and struggled unceasingly.

The mountain-like pressure in the seal suppressed him. It was a force that almost crushed everything, but he still raised his head unyieldingly.He didn't even kneel down, but supported the ground with steel claws, several deep ravines were dug under the claws, and the bones all over his body made fine and terrifying cracking sounds due to being squeezed.It is obviously a ghost, but it maintains a majestic majesty like an emperor.

Yuan Boqing stepped forward and looked up at this ugly and terrifying ghost.The two of them looked at each other, and Baili Jueming's gray beard and hair reflected in his scarlet eyes.

"Many years ago, I also bowed down to you. Unexpectedly, you have become the softshell in my urn." Yuan Boqing sneered, "Baili Jueming, I will give you a chance. You have lifted the curse of your apprentice. You can consider letting her enter the door of my Yuan family and serve me as a servant."

Baili Jueming held his bloody fangs in his canthus, and sprayed hot breath on Yuan Boqing's face.

"He has lost his sanity and cannot understand your words." A disciple whispered.

"Hmph," Yuan Boqing was a little disappointed, "it really is a beast."

He raised his hand, ready to give an order.Baili Jueming suddenly charged forward, several golden hooks on his back abruptly broke away, each hooking a piece of his flesh and blood.Yuan Boqing was too close to him, no one had time to come back for help.The scorching breath was within reach in an instant, Yuan Boqing subconsciously blocked it with his right hand, Baili Jueming bit his right arm, and the sharp teeth closed like two rows of steel knives.The blood was like a spring, spraying on Baili Jueming's terrifying face. Yuan Boqing fell back, watching his right hand being swallowed whole by Baili Jueming.

More hooks bit Baili Cassia's back again, he hissed and roared, and was controlled again.Yuan Boqing's face was distorted, and he yelled, "Kill him! Kill this bastard!"

The further you go, the longer it takes for the seal to activate.The third seal was activated, and the formation transformed into more complex and colorful runes, and the dazzling golden light covered Baili Cassia's huge body.Baili Jueming roared and forcibly launched the spell, screaming like a murderous beast in his blood.However, the gradually formed seal finally suppressed his spells, only dots of flame burst out, scattered in the golden light, like golden red butterflies fluttering around.The third seal suppressed his physical body, and seemed to suppress his evil spirit.He roared furiously in the formation.But the figure keeps changing, the real face of the evil spirit and Qin Qiuming's appearance switch back and forth, appearing faintly.

Yuan Boqing drew out the knife with his left hand, and slashed at the monster in the seal twice.The icy sword slashed to the left and right of the monster, and the two arms behind the shoulders were broken at the same time, and black blood gushed out like a tide from the neat cut.The monster trembled and hissed convulsively.He couldn't escape, he was a beast in a cage, powerless, violent and furious.

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Yuan Boqing was cunning, he set aside half of his top-rank disciples to protect the magic circle, and the evil spirit was very difficult to attack.There was fire everywhere, and there were mutilated bodies everywhere.The scorched black line burned by the master meanders forward, and the corpse mud piles up and burns in the tunnel.The Yuan family's children built a fortress under the turret, the golden arrows rained non-stop, and the battle line was firmly pressed outside the turret, as if it was cast in mud and could not advance.The four hubs must be destroyed for more than half of the formations to stop, and the ten evil spirits are scattered in the three seals, and the combat power falls to the disadvantage of the large number of Yuan's top-rank children.

Not fast enough, not fast enough!The last formation was about to be completed, and Xie Xun, who was in charge of the battle, had gloomy brows, pressed the handle of the saber with his right hand, and was about to draw the saber before going into battle.One pressed his hand and pushed his knife back into its sheath.

Ying Buzhi sighed, and said: "I've heard everything from your father, nephew, I'll take care of it for you here, you can go to Tianshu Palace." The water ghost rushed to the front from the rear, "Don't have too much hope, we are fighting each other in the 'Eternal Night' ahead, and the number of ghosts under my hand is less than one hundred. I will try my best to help you capture the turret, and if you can One is the other, you should go to Tianshu Palace quickly..." He gritted his teeth, but still made up his mind and said, "Maybe I can see your master for the last time."

the last side...

These words were like a knife, cutting Xie Xunwei's heart to blood.Xie Xunwei closed his eyes tightly, turned around and ran forward without saying anything.The Lishui ghost made a gap for him, and he took advantage of the chaos to pass the level.

Is it possible that all reunions cannot escape the ending of parting?Do all stories with a happy beginning have a tragic ending?The flames were burning unscrupulously, but the snow was flying in his heart.Time went round and round, as if returning to the desperate night when the fire burned eight years ago.

Passing through the Yuanmen where Evil and the Yuan family struggled, passing through the bloody Nantian Street, passing through the burning disciples' school... In order to change identities conveniently, he wore makeup on his face when he wore a mask. The Yuan family's children recognized him as Xie Xunwei, Evil is his ghost attendant, both sides regard him as their own, no one blocks his way, he walks unimpeded.

He has never been so disorganized. My mother said that Xie's Zhilan, Yushu in the courtyard, walking, sitting and lying down all have the style of a family.He corrected his words and deeds, disguised his behavior, endured the unreconciled madness of patience and the pain brought by the years, and became the dignified beauty expected in the eyes of his mother and the world.

But today, he threw away his hair crown, and his jet-black hair spread out, flying in the wind.He tore off his outer robe, revealing Xie Xunwei's plain white clothes underneath.Abandoning the knife, throwing away the sheath, he threw away all the camouflage, and returned to the Xie Xunwei he saw many years ago when he climbed up Baochen Mountain behind Grandpa Wudu, and the master knocked on the chess pieces lazily.

Like many years ago, he called softly: "Master."

In the golden formation, the bloody monster is like a broken volcano.

Mars flew everywhere, and little golden and red butterflies filled the sky.

Xie Xunwei lifted his sleeves and ran towards the desperate ghost in the center of the formation.The flames reflected on his eyebrows, brighter and more beautiful than that of an immortal master. Little butterflies fluttered around his skirt, he was a flower blooming in the flames.Everyone looked at his running figure in amazement, that white figure was like a fragile moth, rushing towards the flame without hesitation.So magnificent and brave, so desperate.

Master.

Master.

Master.

With tears in his eyes, he thought, did you hear me, I miss you for a long, long time.

How can I only see you for the last time?

Sealing is to let the soul sleep forever, wandering in the deep valley of memory forever.If you and I are sealed together, can we dream of returning to Baochen Mountain together?Together we planted honeysuckle trees, picked cassia grass, and we harvested dates and dried forsythia together.You wake me up every day, carry me down the mountain, draw a small circle at my feet, and let me squat at the door of other people's shops to watch you blow fire dragons.Even if this dream only repeats for one day, a dusk when you take me home at sunset, a night when we soak our feet and watch the stars together, I am willing to exchange my life.Because we will stay together in a dream that will never end, forever and ever.

"Activate the last seal!" Yuan Boqing shouted angrily.

"But...but Mrs. Xunwei..." Some disciples hesitated.

"I told you to activate the seal!" Yuan Boqing gritted his teeth, suddenly thought of something, and sneered, "With a bow and arrow, aim at Xie Xunwei, I want Baili Jueming to watch Xie Xunwei die in front of his eyes!"

The disciples were stunned and looked at each other hesitantly.

Yuan Boqing ordered one of his disciples to draw the bow for him. He used his remaining left hand to put on the arrow and aimed at Xie Xunwei who was rushing towards Baili Cassia.All the disciples tremblingly raised their bows and aimed together with him.

There was a sound like a zither string breaking, and Yuan Boqing's golden arrow flew into Changfeng first.Everyone's arrows were fired at the same time, and the rain of arrows was dense and overwhelming.The moment the golden arrow left the string, Xie Xunwei finally returned to Baili Jueming's embrace.All the celestial sects regarded his master as an evil Shura ghost who grinds his teeth and sucks blood. Even his father said that the master is hopeless, and no one will feel fear when seeing such a furious and ferocious ghost.But Xie Xunwei is not afraid, not at all.He hugged the evil spirit, black blood stained his plain clothes and white clothes.

Eight years, a long journey with no end in sight, the flying flowers in Gusu City, the wind and snow in Hanshan Dojo, he finally came to the end.Master's embrace was so warm, and the six-petal lotus heart was beating steadily, as if he was embracing a small sun, so the wind stopped, the snow stopped, and his pale and desolate world had a glimmer of spring.

The ghost stopped roaring, Xie Xun's weeping cheeks reflected in his scarlet eyes.

"Master, let's go home together, shall we?" He stroked the bumpy cheek of the ghost and smiled slightly.At that moment, it was like a white tan blooming silently.

The ghost also stared at him, miraculously no longer anxious.The archery disciples looked at this scene, the ugly monster and the beautiful girl hugged each other silently, the fire and noise became phantoms, they were the unchanging rocks in the eternal time.

As the arrow sank into the flesh and blood, Xie Xunwei heard the blunt sound, like the strings of a piano being plucked at the end.It has been eight years, his time has not flowed for a long time, it has become a circle revolving around pain, and he is a butterfly nailed to the center of the circle, suffering and unable to escape.Now death and dreams come at the same time, the butterfly finally breaks free from the silver nail, and time continues to move forward with its wings.He closed his eyes, and poured into a pool of blood with his master, his clothes, which were as pale as wings, were stained with blood, and the sticky blood soaked the palms of his hands.

Everything in the world recedes back, the colors peel off layer by layer, and return to the simple black and white.In his world, everything is silent.