Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Xiang Guchun's heart and lungs were in severe pain, and a thick sweet smell lingered in his nose. As the formation worked in his body, he could gradually smell the smoke of burning dead leaves.

Swallowing the blood in his throat, Xiang Guchun tried his best to focus on the road ahead.

The spiritual light intertwined into a dense network, and the bloody light splashed red with the mountain road, dripping down the steps, like a road of no return to hell.

More and more monks infected by evil jumped into the bottom of the valley from the outside, and the scene of the undead raining down from the sky was enough to make one's heart shattered.

But the monks present were not afraid at all, and they cooperated tacitly, keeping Weisheng and Xianggu Chun in the center, fighting and fighting.

The monks who fell into the valley didn't even do basic self-defense, and they became inhuman evils.

With the Baizhang cliff in front of them, they can also take big strides. If they are lucky, they can land smoothly. If they are unlucky, they will be smashed and smashed.

The evil cultivation base and spells are still there, and an attack without the slightest rationality can even kill people.

There is also the possibility of being infected by being poisoned and scratched by evil things, but looking at the guards, they are more or less dead.

Their spiritual power needs to be used more to support the barrier against evil spirits, and the maintenance of the spiritual screen that gathers the power of the world's magic tools is no less than burning life.

Moreover, not far away, the sound of the river sloping like a waterfall was clearly heard by everyone.

Xiang Guchun adjusted the transformation formation in his body to clear away the evil breath, but the aura of the earth veins has not gathered yet, even if he has a high level of cultivation, it is difficult to defeat the power of the evil breath.

His black hair was like ink washing away in clear water, and gradually turned into the grayish white that only centenarians have, and his cheeks were even paler like snow, leaning against Weisheng's shoulder.

"These people..." As soon as he opened his mouth, blood rushed up to his throat and choked in his trachea.

Xianggu Chunju coughed a few times, then suppressed his blood energy, and when he spoke again, his voice was very hoarse, and he said: "Is there any abnormal behavior, or gathering people—cough!"

Supporting Xiang Guchun with both arms, Weisheng pierced out tens of thousands of sticky blood flowers with his Bing Linghua Sword.

He dodged a throat-cutting blade, but the sharp blade was like scissors, and still cut several wounds on the side of his neck, and the front of his collar was instantly red.

He frowned tightly, and he could still think in the fierce battle.And after Xiang Guchun's question, all kinds of doubts in his heart seemed to be cleared up in an instant.

Xiang Guchun has dealt with evil currents almost all his life, so he can figure out some rules.

It only takes half a cup of tea to infect the evil breath at the fastest, but the premise is that the evil current will surge on a large scale, and even the high tide can achieve this speed.

Before the opening of the formation, there were not so many evil currents here. There must be a reason for these people to become evil without warning, and even two of the guards were infected. Those two did not stay with the people on the top of the mountain beforehand. In one place, he was not scratched or bitten beforehand.

Their evil transformation is like a carefully arranged puppet formation, just to prevent the monks from continuing to activate the formation when they take the initiative to expose the flaws in the earth veins.

Everything is for the convenience of evil currents to destroy the Four Square Realms.

This is too much like a game.

A game waiting for them to win.

Weisheng said: "The emperor's son descended to sacrifice."

The ten guards did not know each other's names and surnames, but they also got along for a while to cooperate with the guards. At that time, when the emperor descended to pray for blessings and sacrifices, the other eight did not pass because of other formulas, and the other two Go together.

The sect's rapid rise in the Sifang Realm is based on their spiritual root ability to perceive the way of heaven, and their suzerain is a secluded and comeback fairy court great power.

Legend has it that this person has the ability to predict the past and the future, and wrote a book about the spiritual roots of the Heavenly Dao, dedicated to recruiting the Heavenly Dao monks scattered in the four directions.

In fact, the disciples in their sect are all rare spiritual roots, and the monks of the Heavenly Dao are the fairy court.

The way of heaven is not absolutely superior, at least under its downcast eyes, in times of crisis, it will be vigilant with the eyes of monks.

They are variables other than the so-called secrets that cannot be revealed, and evil currents have destroyed the balance of this realm.

So the way of heaven looked sideways, its inhumanity, but at this time it is compassion for the world.

Xiang Guchun's senses were infinitely magnified, and he seemed to be floating above the valley, watching the evil current pouring into it from all directions, and the road ahead was covered by black mist.

Weisheng made a decisive decision, "Go into the forest!" The eight people abandoned the mountain path and rushed into the forest.

The sound of evil flowing water was close at hand, and the array repairers used the wood spirits to expand a huge circle, pushing the evil thing that was following them a hundred meters away.

The formation cultivator also staggered and fell to the ground. The evil cultivator's cultivation level was uneven, but when he went crazy, he would be sent away desperately.

And the closer you get to the auxiliary formation, the more suppressed your spiritual power will be. The formation repairer threw the magic weapon to his fellow practitioners and shouted: "After I'm done, you guys go!"

The sword cultivator who caught his magic weapon shouted angrily and swung his sword, cutting a way forward with sword energy.

Their spirit screens are actually very weak. If there is no such accident, the ancient formation should have been completed by now.

Xianggu Chun lay on Weisheng's back, he could clearly hear the sound of blood dripping to the ground, and the guards were left behind one by one, exploding themselves before being swallowed by the evil.

When the light from the edge of the forest came into their eyes through the branches and trees, counting Weisheng, there were only two people left.

Fu Xiu stopped.

She looked back at the evil creatures struggling to kill in the dense forest, all in red and blue clothes, the evil tide was brought up with the evil things coming, and the dark water submerged her ankles.

"Just now you used the Hanshan sword technique, you and I are from the same sect, what's your name?" Fu Xiu pulled out a piece of talisman paper with flowing golden light, and stood between his two fingers.

"Weisheng." Weisheng replied hoarsely.

Fu Xiu was startled, and then let out a breath without knowing whether to cry or laugh.

She took off her mask, revealing a gentle and elegant face, who was actually the peak master of Hanshan Yuji Peak.

On weekdays, she is in charge of teaching runes to her disciples, and punishes people with a smile in the class. No one in the sect is afraid of her majesty. Although Weisheng has never committed any crime against her, she has heard her harsh The name.

Peak Master Yuji looked at the two of them, threw the storage pouch to Weisheng, her eyes lit up, and said, "Okay, Weisheng, listen up, we, Hanshan Youyun, never give up easily, even if we are close to death , dare to put all your eggs in one basket. This talisman in the bag can act as a five-element spiritual screen, and it can last for a stick of incense at most. The road down the mountain is difficult, but please finish it."

A cluster of flames ignited on the talisman, and the figure of Peak Master Yuji faded under the influence of spiritual power, and her cultivation base scattered into the talisman that she had been with her all her life, turning the spiritual fire into a beautiful color .

She solemnly said: "Take care of your master, sect master, Weisheng, take care all the way!"

Weisheng closed his eyes heavily, and said, "Take care all the way." He turned his head and rushed out of the forest with Xiang Guchun on his back.

A loud bang came from behind him, the evil current roared and slapped on the spirit screen, and the sound of cracks resounded through the mountains.

Weisheng moved forward at a high speed, and a bloody path appeared on the yellow sand and soil.

The miserable sky hangs high above the head, the sky is strange, the red sun is gushing, and a drop of ink falls into the cold and shining sun.

The sun disc was covered by the evil energy, struggling to refuse to disappear, but finally lost to the imbalance of the energy channels, and was completely submerged.

The sky and the earth are dark, and the world is dark.

Weisheng raised his head to the sky and shouted, his figure was expanding infinitely, turning into a huge monster, rushing down the mountain.

"Master, hold on to me!"

Every time Xiang Guchun breathed, he was full of blood, and his eyes couldn't stand such a violent upheaval.

But now there is no place that can give him a stable transformation, he heard Weisheng's violent panting, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, like the end of the world.

In the end, this mountain couldn't bear the fighting of so many monks, and began to collapse.

Rocks pelted their heads and faces like rain, and the tiny ice screen was continuously shattered.

Xiang Guchun couldn't let Weisheng let him go, if he couldn't get to the auxiliary formation stage, all previous efforts might be in vain, and even if he did get there, it would be of no avail if the three formations only opened for one time.

This is simply a hopeless situation.

He could only watch helplessly as his apprentice bled, but he was still running forward.

When the auxiliary formation platform finally appeared in the field of vision of the two, Weisheng suddenly turned into a human body and knelt down on the ground.

He propped himself on the ground with one hand, the sword had been broken, and a thin stream of blood snaked out under his palm, the gravel between his fingers was embedded in the deep bone wound, and the evil breath was surging in his body.

But at this moment, five black shadows rushed out from the side of the auxiliary formation.

when--!

Weisheng continued his sword with ice to block the attack of the comer.

The demonized auxiliary guards have been exhausted by their comrades, but they are still violent and bloodthirsty.

Weisheng blocked the sight of the evil thing, but bit his arm. Seeing that he was about to be bitten on his neck again, an ice blade reversed and pierced the head of the comer!

Xiang Guchun's eyes were blurred, and he could only act on instinct. A handful of frantic silver branches bloomed from the ice spirit, and the evil thing hissed and wailed, rolling all over the place.

But Weisheng didn't feel any luck. Taikoo Fengxie had been forced to the extreme in his master's body, and the transformation circle couldn't support the long-term imbalance, and he was about to break out.

The ice blade was stuck on the ground, Weisheng abandoned his sword, all the spiritual power was pressed on the spirit screen, leaving only the ice blade hanging from his body, and he marched towards the formation platform with Xiang Guchun on his back.

He wants to fight this bloody road behind Xiang Guchun's back.

Behind them was the dripping blood and the falling silver flowers, this scene was actually somewhat strangely beautiful.

The spiritual flower of purity and holiness is watered with blood, paving a way to the underworld.

Xiang Guchun's face was full of blood and tears, but the pain in his body was less than one ten thousandth of the pain in his heart.

He hoped that Weisheng could survive.

Maybe Weisheng will be sad because of his death, but one day this grief will become a sigh of remembrance.

Xiang Guchun is so dull, he hasn't learned any profound knowledge of the world in his life, he just wants to have a smooth and safe life.

He knows that 100 years is such a long journey, what kind of cultivation is a journey of continuous loss and continuous gain, it is all bullshit.

Time is never a good medicine, there are only countless opportunities in time.

He wanted him to live only because his apprentice was so good and deserved to have a very good life.

Weisheng was blown away by an evil breath, and fell right in the center of the formation. He used his body as a cushion to hold Xiang Guchun in his arms, feeling that the evil energy in his body was being continuously absorbed by Xiang Guchun.

The evil current was attracted by all of them, and the black water flowed over their legs.

The internal friction of the formation was too serious, but Xiang Guchun couldn't absorb all the condensed spiritual energy, otherwise the power of the formation would burst, and the unclosed spirit screen of the northern boundary would be destroyed in one fell swoop.

The evil thing waded in, Weisheng took Xiangguchun to roll and escape, all his ice melted, and Feng Linggen turned around them for the first time, circling and entangled, endlessly.

Weisheng propped his arms above Xiangguchun, the falling blood wetted Xiangguchun's clothes, his moon-white robe had already been dyed dark red, and now even his neck and cheeks were drenched with blood.

With a hula, a pair of bony wings covering the sky and the sun broke open in the spine.

The wind screen was torn open, and his whole body was Xiang Guchun's last barrier.

At this moment, a silver light from the east went straight into the sky, like a huge silver-white firework exploding, the complicated mantras were outlined with the sky as the curtain, and the magnificent aura swept all directions.

——The Great Formation of the Eastern Boundary has been completed.

The three large formations echoed, Xiang Guchun raised his hands, and the auxiliary formation was activated!

His long gray hair had turned completely white at this moment, the spirit screen of the northern realm began to close, the spiritual energy of the earth's veins surged, and the evil energy rushed wildly.

Weisheng was lifted by the sudden burst of spiritual energy and fell to the edge of the stone platform. He coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but saw Xianggu Chun with flying white hair, flying around in red, blowing flowers all over the sky.

Suddenly Xianggu Chun's body trembled, and his opened eyes were red!

Weisheng's pupils shrank suddenly, this situation was already expected in the training of the guards.If the aura and evil qi are out of balance, and the evil qi occupies the upper peak, the formation eye may also become evil.

But now Xiang Guchun is not only taking over the evil energy of the northern realm, but also sharing the evil current of the western realm, and forcibly catalyzing the reverberation of the ancient seal in the west. The consumption is so great that he can no longer suppress his own evil transformation up.

He completely sacrificed himself to the ancient formation, Xiang Guchun suddenly changed and screamed out!He staggered to stand up, with murderous intent lingering around him, and he struggled endlessly between his consciousness and madness, he took a few steps forward, and then spurted out a big mouthful of black blood!

Under the intense pain, he seemed to have regained some of his sanity.

In the excruciating pain, Xiang Guchun yelled at Weisheng: "Weisheng, Weisheng—seal me, kill me—!"

Its voice was so shrill that ordinary people couldn't bear to listen to it, let alone his personal disciple and his sweetheart.

Weisheng only felt that his chest was pierced back and forth by thousands of sharp knives, the pain was unbearable.

He spilled a lot of solo, but it was just a drop in the bucket, and it didn't help.

The Alone Awakening Powder was blown onto the stone platform, and merged with the teleportation array, and the fire ignited, illuminating this seemingly endless sorrow.

The eyes of the formation can be transformed into evil, as long as their bodies are still there, as long as the formation is still operating in their bodies, Immemorial Fengxie will continue to operate.

But if the cultivator couldn't bear the pain after becoming evil and exploded madly, then everything would fall by the wayside.

At this moment, the guardians of the formation must decisively seal the formation eye, and in the previous spiritual power evolution, after being completely trapped by the formation, it is difficult for the formation eye to be sealed by ordinary binding spells, so they must borrow magic tools.

They used the only keel bone here to forge twelve long nails, and made three rings with dragon marrow. Once the monks became evil, they would immediately seal them in the formation with this magic weapon.

But such a powerful seal is nailed to the soul of the monk, and the fragile soul in the eyes of the formation must not be able to withstand such a strong magical seal, and the soul will be split, and the branches and vines of the ancient silver flower will grow in the soul.

This is an unsolvable dead question. It is death at the moment, but being sealed will be more embarrassing and painful than death.

"—Microbiotics!!"

Xiang Guchun didn't know what he was yelling at all, there was a vague cry between his shouts, tears washed his cheeks, and at the end of the crying, he was weeping blood, and his white hair was covered with mottled drops of blood.

This is the time to drive people crazy.

Weisheng never knew that Xianggu Chun would never return, but he didn't know that he would send him away with his own hands.

He has experienced many hardships in the past, but until this moment, he was shocked by the cruelty of heaven.

The spike and seal ring emerged from the storage pouch, hanging around Weisheng, and the cold light pointed directly at Xiang Guchun in the center of the formation.

Seemingly sensing the appearance of the sealing magic weapon, Xiang Guchun finally couldn't resist the dark evil in the sea of ​​consciousness, raised his head to the sky and screamed, and rushed towards Weisheng.

Unmoved, Weisheng stretched out his hand to grab the nearest spike, and stabbed it deep into his heart. When he pulled it out again, the spike drenched with bright red blood had already carried half of his soul.

Perhaps this soul can protect Xianggu Chun's soul, but this approach is too absurd, before being crushed by absolute power, it will be like a feather, an unrealistic fantasy.

This is just Weisheng's vague hope, but he still does it like this, he doesn't want to give up any tiny possibility.

Life is like duckweed, life is like mayfly, life is like a day and night, no regrets are enough.

Weisheng raised his hand, and the dragon roared loudly in the spike, and the aura was captivating.

He forced himself not to close his eyes.

There were only so many opportunities left for him to look at Xiang Guchun, Wei Sheng parted his bloody lips and teeth, and said: "—Go!"

The keel soul nail pierced forward in response, and sharp whistles rang out all at once. Xiang Guchun was nailed back a few steps, the marrow ring locked his neck, and the incantation was engraved on it.

At this moment, the earth's veins in the western realm vibrated, and the blood-colored spirit flower accompanied the overwhelming red clouds covering the four directions.

——The Great Formation of the Western Territory activates the echo.

The sky was as bright red as a pool of poured blood, and the power of the ancient lock covered the three large formations.

This Immemorial Sealing Evil Formation is not complete, but it is already the closest to complete state.

Weisheng no longer had the strength to resist the impact of the big formation, his body flew out in the air, but his consciousness struggled and refused to disappear.

He saw the long nails dragged out of the dragon's tendons and chains and smashed into the rocks on the mountain wall, trapping Xiang Guchun firmly in the center of the formation.

But Weisheng felt his detached soul at this moment, being gently wrapped by the cool spiritual power.

Xiang Guchun's white hair was disheveled, with colorful silver flowers, he actually woke up at the last moment, parted his lips, and whispered two words to Weisheng.

"Goodbye."

The valley collapsed into a deeper abyss, the formation gate closed, and the blood lock was formed. So far, there is no entry but no exit, and there will be no sun.

Because of the existence of that ray of spirit, Xiang Guchun's mind, which was about to slacken, has not been completely wiped out.

In the endless darkness, he gradually relaxed his body, and the chains pulled and rattled.

He closed his eyes and fell into an eternal sleep.

After the formation was completed, the pitch-black sky gradually became brighter, and the chaotic colors made the sky wall look very muddy.

In the ruins outside the gate, Weisheng was lying in a pile of white ash with no good place for his body. After the tide ebbed, he had no breath, and he was basking in the cold and miserable daylight unconsciously, but he seemed to be Dreaming a long dream.

Suddenly, a strong demonic energy condensed in front of him, transforming into a tall and burly human figure.

The demon lord Jielou was dressed in a pitch-black robe, with his hands behind his back and his eyes down, looking at the dead monk.

After a while, he smiled mockingly, as if he was saying to the true immortal who had gone far away: "... Oh, Shi Lingdeng, you are satisfied, as you wish, he has really become a saint."

After saying this, the demon lord's eyes were stained with blood, his breath was shaking, and he said fiercely: "But I won't let you get what you want!"

The long sleeves were rolled up, and the demonic wind blew up, and the demon master and the corpse of the dead monk disappeared in front of the vast white desert.

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Memories are over!The most abusive part of a thousand years ago is over.

All follow-ups are unlocked in progress √

An easter egg in advance: Weisheng is born by the devil, the kind of "birth" that literally creates the body.

Because Shi Lingdeng thinks that being a man or a woman is nothing more than appearance, so in Weisheng's memory, she has always looked like a woman, but she doesn't know that the devil master has rich functions... So this is actually a pair of GB in the sub-cp of this article, but It doesn't matter, Shi Lingdeng and Jie Lou were very casual back then, if it wasn't for special reasons, they might draw lots to see who would have the baby...