After the defeat of the devil, there is an extra child

"Wen Heshen!" Wen Zaiye felt that countless strange young spirits were constantly turning into nutrients to repair his own spirit, his face turned pale, "Stop!"

Filling up dead souls with living souls is a taboo of sorcery and against the law of heaven!

Wen He sneered deeply: "I can't stop, I've raised these trash for so many years just for today!"

Wen Zaiye said angrily, "They are all real people! They are your apprentices!"

"So what?" Wen He looked at Ning Buwei deeply, "He has done countless evils, but he is still living well!? The law of heaven is not fair, I would rather be a villain!"

Wen He laughed loudly, but there was no smile in his eyes, "My brother is dead, why did you survive! Why do you live so happily!? You are not worth it at all! Ning Chengfeng, you are not worthy !"

Ning Buwei held Ning Xiu with one hand, and the child lay softly in his arms, not moving or fussing, his breathing was undetectable, and a faint green light radiated from the swaddling baby, barely protecting his soul, letting him The three souls and seven souls, which were not very stable at all, did not dissipate immediately.

It was the little leaf that Yan Lanpei left for Ning Xiu. Ning Xiu liked it very much, and it even occupied a place in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Ning Buwei quickly drew a requiem talisman for Ning Xiu, but he couldn't get a picture of him, but the green light became weaker.

"It's useless! As I said, using your spiritual power will only make him be refined faster!" Wen He's eyes sharpened, and Xianfeng Sword stabbed at Ning Buwei, "You care so much about this child , why don't you die with him!"

Suzaku blocked with a narrow knife, but was forced to retreat steadily due to lack of spiritual power, and broke into four blades again. Ning Buwei rolled on the spot with Ning Xiu in his arms, and the sword light brushed past his hair. There was a bloodstain on his face.

"How many people died in the entire Xun Mansion because of your Ning family! How many innocent people have you dragged down by living!?" Wen He gritted his teeth deeply and said, "It's just a stray dog!"

"Your teachers and friends are all dead, and your relatives are extinct. You are a lone star of the gods, and you dare to expect to have close relatives by your side!?" Wen He pressed forward step by step, and looked at Ning Xiu who was in Ning Buwei's arms with a sneer .

Ning Buwei's complexion sank, and he clenched the handle of the only Suzaku knife left in his hand.

Wen Heshen seemed to have expected that he would not dare to resist, and the attack became more and more fierce. The long sword pointed directly at his heart, and it was bound to cut the father and son under the sword.

"Chong!"

The four Suzaku fragments re-condensed into a narrow knife, which just stood in front of Ning Xiu.

Ning Buwei held the handle of the knife behind his back with one hand, his eyes were scarlet, and he looked at Wen Heshen gloomyly, "It's not your turn to comment on how I do things!"

A thick black mist suddenly burst out from Suzaku's narrow knife, strangling Wen Heshen's Xianfeng sword.

That's not spiritual power at all!

"Impossible! How could you not use your spiritual power—" Wen Heshen's face changed suddenly, "You actually used your own spiritual knowledge!"

Spiritual consciousness is similar to a living soul, it is the foundation of cultivation, and it is usually kept in the sea of ​​consciousness by monks. Not to mention tearing it off alive and using it to drive away the knife, even a little careless loss can make the practitioner feel miserable. No cultivator dares to touch his own spiritual consciousness rashly. If it is touched, it will damage the foundation, and it will be as difficult as heaven to repair it.

"You lunatic!" Wen He said angrily.

Ning Buwei flipped the wrist holding the knife, and the narrow knife cut a sharp arc in the air, and the cry of the ghost was suddenly amplified, enveloping Wen Heshen tightly like a shadow.

"Otherwise, how can I, a bereaved dog, survive so far?" Ning Buwei showed a sinister smile on his face, Suzaku's narrow knife continued to go straight to his death spot, and countless black mist clung to Wen He like a viscous substance After a piercing ghostly howl, the deep Xianfeng sword was twisted into pieces.

The broken sword refracted the morning light, which was reflected in Wen He's astonished eyes.

"I didn't want your general knowledge—" Ning Buwei manipulated countless ghosts to tear Wen Heshen's hands and feet, and said coldly, "But you shouldn't touch my son."

Ning Buwei thinks that he doesn't necessarily have deep feelings for Ning Xiu, and it's only been more than a month since this little thing fell into his hands, and it's not as long as he just meditates casually.

But he managed to feed such a small thing, he could eat, stretch, sleep and move, and even had a little temper with him. As a result, if he didn't pay attention, he was almost refined by Wen Heshen.

He didn't even think about refining the little thing, but he didn't want to be targeted by others.

Thinking of this, Ning Buwei had murderous intent in his eyes.

Regardless of whether Ning Xiu is his son or Linglong Gu, if it falls into his hands, it belongs to him, and no one is allowed to touch it.

Wen He sneered deeply: "Ha, your son? He is just a monster made of exquisite bones, not even a human being!"

Ning Buwei's expression turned cold, he didn't want to talk nonsense with him anymore, and was about to tear his soul out, but heard Wen Zaye suddenly calling him: "Chengfeng!"

Ning Buwei paused, but didn't look back at him.

"Little Crane——" before Wen Zaiye could finish his sentence, there was a sudden sharp pain all over his body, dark green blood oozed from his skin, and his whole body collapsed to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Ning Buwei turned around abruptly.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Wen He, who was originally restrained by him, slapped Ning Buwei on the shoulder with a palm, and grabbed his arms with the other hand, Ning Buwei used his spiritual sense without authorization, After all, the action was two points too late, and he actually caught Ning Xiu straight away.

He sharpened his gaze, but saw He Shen grabbed Ning Xiu with one hand and threatened, "If you dare to take a step forward, I will crush him to death!"

at the same time.

In Ning Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness.

Chu Jun frowned as he looked at the group of little spiritual consciousness that was about to disperse.

The little guy's breathing was weak, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was curled up in his swaddling clothes. His three souls and seven souls were barely protected by a small green leaf, but the spiritual power of that leaf was rapidly decreasing. Seeing this small group of spiritual consciousness It's about to break up.

During this period of time, his son's spiritual consciousness has been very quiet, but his other father went to cause trouble in his own sea of ​​consciousness. Chu Jun originally wanted to build a bridge across his son's sea of ​​consciousness to catch the restless guy, no matter what method he used They have to find out the logo left by the other party, but who knows that they will see this tragic scene as soon as they come in.

The little guy was in danger, Chu Jun covered it with his own spiritual power, and added a few layers of protective spells. Unexpectedly, the situation turned bad, and the spiritual consciousness dissipated faster.

Although there is not much research on the formation method, after some investigation, Chu Jun also found that the child was in a certain evil formation, and then remembered that the child's father was in a hurry to squeeze his own spiritual power, and even tore a piece of spiritual consciousness. The situation of the two should be very critical.

Chu Jun hugged the child's spiritual consciousness in his arms, twisted half of the black sleeve fabric with the other hand, looked down at Ning Xiu, "It's just right, you go with me."

The child's spiritual consciousness is too weak, and it is always safer to go to his sea of ​​consciousness than to come nearby.

He stayed distracted for Ning Xiu's sea of ​​consciousness, and the cloth in his hand emitted a soft light, and the next moment, the father and son fell into a completely unfamiliar space of the sea of ​​consciousness.

Sure enough, as Chu Jun expected, he held Ning Xiu's spiritual consciousness, and the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness did not realize that there was a stranger invading at all, and Ning Xiu's spiritual consciousness no longer dissipated, and even began to spontaneously absorb the surrounding spiritual power Come to solidify the spiritual consciousness and soul, and then wearily opened his eyes.

"Ah~" Ning Xiu opened his eyes and saw Baibai Niangqin, and yelled at him weakly, as if a kitten was sick and weak.

Mommy~ my belly hurts~

Seeing his pale face, Chu Jun stretched out his hand to touch his chubby cheeks, and said in a low and gentle voice, "Don't be afraid."

Ning Xiu blinked his eyes, shrunk his small mouth, and hummed aggrievedly.

He was very uncomfortable before, and he tried to call his father but he didn't answer him. He could only sleep and be a strong child, but now being held in Bai Bai's arms, he felt wronged again, and he still didn't forget to talk to Bai Bai behave in a spoiled manner.

Chu Jun squeezed out a small steamed bun with his spiritual power and stuffed it into his arms. Ning Xiu held the small steamed bun and began to chew it without a teacher.

sweet~

After comforting his son, Chu Jun raised his head to look at the environment in the sea of ​​knowledge.

After living for so many years, he has seen quite a few seas of consciousness, but it is the first time he has seen someone who can create such a sea of ​​consciousness... tragically.

Above the Sea of ​​Consciousness is the depressing gray, and as far as the eyes can see are ruined walls and countless dead trees. The color is like dark blood, and the ground is scorched brown and cracked. The cold wind raged.

Obscure gray and dull red are intertwined, it is clearly an extremely vast space, but just standing in it makes people feel breathless.

Cultivator god and spirit two senses are cultivated in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the sea of ​​consciousness will always be arranged more comfortably. He doesn't like complicated things, but is simple and white. The things I like are transferred to the sea of ​​consciousness, just for the pleasure of looking at them.

The last time Ning Xiu came to his father's sea of ​​consciousness, it cast an indelible shadow on his young heart. Looking at it now, he immediately twisted his buttocks and slipped into Chu Jun's arms.

His father was always vicious, even the house was vicious.

He still doesn't know what the Sea of ​​Consciousness is, he only knows that the place where his mother lives is for nothing, and the place where he lives is full of things he likes, but the place where his father lives is very scary. Although he is afraid, he is more worried about his father , I really want to drag him from the dusty house to my own cute and interesting little house.

If it doesn't work, it's okay to go to Baibai's house.

Ning Xiu hummed in his arms, Chu Jun patted him on the back, and the small half of the black sleeve in his hand was suspended in mid-air, guiding him in the direction.

It is not easy to find the real spiritual consciousness in the huge sea of ​​consciousness, but this sleeve is transformed by the other party's spiritual consciousness, and it will spontaneously find the main body, but it will only take more time.

What Chu Jun lacked most was patience.

-

Ning Buwei hated others threatening him the most in his life.

The Suzaku narrow knife in his hand flashed coldly, and the dense black mist extended to Wen Heshen's feet in an instant. When Wen Heshen saw this, he wanted to use force, but it was far slower than the black mist. , the child in his hand was about to fall to the ground, and the Suzaku narrow knife flew out of Ning Buwei's hand, pierced through the cloth of the swaddling baby, and firmly inserted into a piece of broken maple wood.

Ning Xiu's swaddling clothes, which were hung by the back of the knife, swayed in the cold wind.

"My child——" Feng Zizhang, who was catching up with Broken Intestine Cliff, happened to see this horrifying scene, and immediately yelled out in horror, and ran over to catch Ning Xiu, fearing that the swaddling cloth would break If it falls to the child, it will be good or bad.

Jiang Yizheng also turned pale with fright, and hurriedly pulled out the narrow knife inserted into the maple wood, but fortunately she was extremely strong, she gritted her teeth and pulled out the narrow knife of Suzaku.

Feng Zizhang hugged Ning Xiu tightly and stood up. As soon as he looked up, he saw his master and Ning Buwei fighting in a scuffle. Both sides were in a desperate posture. He didn't know who to persuade for a while, "Master! Senior!"

Jiang Yizheng saw Wen Zaiye fell on the ground with sharp eyes, and hurried to help him, but when he touched him, his hands were covered with green blood, and he sat down on the ground in fright.

"Don't touch him!" Wen He roared angrily.

Jiang Yi was trembling with fright.

Wen Jaeye, who was helped up by her, covered his mouth, but dark green blood still overflowed from between his fingers.

Wen Heshen staggered back a step, looked at Wen Zaiye in disbelief, "Impossible, I have already arranged everything, how could it fail!? One hundred and eight disciples whose birthdays coincide with yours will complement each other, The Linglong bone that reshaped the root bone is also in the formation, why did it fail!?"

"Master, senior brother and the others—" Feng Zizhang, who ran over with Ning Xiu in his arms, happened to hear his words, and immediately froze in place, "Master, what are you talking about... what are you talking about... one hundred and eight... disciples... "

Wen He turned his head to look at him suddenly, his eyes were stunned, "Why are you still alive!?"

"Ah?" Feng Zizhang looked at the master he had always admired with a dazed expression, and said slowly, "I...haven't died all this time."

"I know! It must be because you are missing one of the [-] disciples!" Wen Heshen suddenly felt murderous, and pinched Feng Zizhang's neck with five fingers, but his whole body was torn by the black mist, unable to move.

"Let me go!" Wen He looked at Ning Buwei madly, "I have succeeded! I can succeed! My brother almost survived!"

He stared at Feng Zizhang with murderous intent on his face, and asked viciously: "I have planted a bewitching seed in your body long ago, why didn't you die!?"

Feng Zizhang hugged Ning Xiu and took two steps back, suddenly feeling chills all over his body, "Master, Master, what are you talking about... What kind of deceitful mind? Brothers and brothers are dead—"

"You deserve to die! You are all homeless orphans. If I hadn't brought you back to the Thirteen Peaks, how could you have survived to this day!" Wen Heshen's eyes were red, "You are living to bring my brother back to life ! Why did you not die!?"

It seemed that he couldn't accept that his perfect plan was ruined by a stupid and unremarkable apprentice, and he looked at Feng Zizhang as if he wanted to eat him.

Ning Buwei grabbed him by the skirt of his clothes and picked him up, with fierce eyes, he punched Wen Heshen firmly in the face with his fist.

"Even if he dies, you won't be successful." Ning Buwei stared at him coldly, "The deceitful seed doesn't work on him at all, and the rejuvenation technique of crossing the deer has only been learned superficially, even if Ning Xingyuan performed it himself Rejuvenation Formation—"

"It can't resurrect anyone at all."

As soon as these words came out, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Wen Heshen suddenly raised his head to look at him, "What do you mean? What do you mean Ning Xingyuan can't resurrect anyone!?"

"It means that the fate of the dead is fixed." Wen Zaiye was helped up by Jiang Yizheng, thanked her with a slight smile, and then looked at Wen Heshen, his gentle eyes were full of sadness, "Xiaohe, I Already dead, no matter how unwilling you are... I can't survive, but you have killed so many people in vain."

"Impossible!" Wen He was shocked and furious: "Ning Xingyuan used the rejuvenation array to save so many people back then! In Linjiang City, the demon vine also revived a whole city of people!"

Wen Zaiye was just talking based on his own feelings, but he didn't know the truth, so he looked at Ning Buwei.

"Otherwise, why do you think that the Xun Mansion died so that there was not even a single blade of grass left?" Ning Buwei twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered.

The expression on Wen Heshen's face changed unpredictably, and finally turned into resentment, "No! You must be lying to me! You are all lying to me! I obviously... I almost succeeded!"

"So what if you succeed?" Wen Zaiye slowly walked in front of him, the vitality in his body was draining rapidly, his face was like golden paper, "Xiaohe, don't be obsessed anymore, the fate of brothers between you and me is destined to be that way For ten years, for the rest of the time, you should learn to... go forward alone."

"Why is it only ten years! Why!?" Wen Heshen's eyes were red, as if he met the ten-year-old boy 500 years ago, stubbornly wanting an answer from his elder brother, "Why can others You have lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but you only lived for 16 years? Obviously...you are so much better than them...Why? Why! Wen Zaiye, tell me!"

"I don't know either." Wen Zaiye said slowly.

Wen He looked at him dejectedly, with a dazed expression. "you do not know?"

Wen Zaiye smiled bitterly, "Xiaohe, I don't...know everything."

It's like a ten-year-old child carrying his elder brother's body around the maple forest all night, only to find that Qingfeng Pavilion is close at hand. He has been begging for an answer for 500 years, and there is only one thing he doesn't know.

He tried his best, went through hardships, and made so much effort, only to find that the answer was already by his side, and all the previous unwillingness and resentment were nothing but lost.

Wen He looked at Wen Zaiye unwillingly, "I won't let you die again, absolutely not!"

The black mist tightened in an instant, causing the over-excited person to pass out.

The so-called obsession.

Wen Zaiye shook his head, couldn't bear to look at him again, a broken knife appeared on his bloody palm, "Chengfeng."

Ning Buwei stretched out his hand, and a bloody Suzaku Broken Knife was put into his hand.

Wen Zaiye smiled, "Don't you look at me anymore?"

Ning Buwei raised her head to look at him expressionlessly, she still looked like the boy she remembered.

"Although I was confused at the time, I vaguely remember that someone brought this broken knife to Xiaohe. It seems that this broken knife has something to do with the rejuvenation technique, but I can't remember it." Wen Zaiye said: "Then There seems to be more than one piece in the hand, if you look for it again, you have to be more careful."

Ning Buwei nodded.

"Chengfeng, you already have children." Wen Zaye's eyes fell on Ning Xiu, who was being held by Feng Zizhang, with an apologetic expression, "I apologize to you on behalf of Xiaohe, he shouldn't have set his mind on the children."

"It has nothing to do with you." Ning Buwei squeezed the Suzaku Broken Knife in his hand, paused and said, "If you want to—"

"Do you still remember the first class Hao Zheng taught us?" Wen Zaiye interrupted him.

Ning Buwei was silent for a moment, and said, "Remember."

"In the journey of cultivating immortality, life and death are fateful, don't force it." Wen Zaiye seemed to be lucky, but also seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Chengfeng, fortunately, you practice the way of ruthlessness."

He won't be like Xiaohe, who can't get what he wants and can't let go, obsessed with obsession.

The big formation set up by Wen Heshen finally disappeared slowly without the support of the formation master. Elders from other peaks of Yunzhongmen sensed the vision of the thirteen peaks and rushed to this side one after another.

"You still have one day." Ning Buwei said to him calmly.

"One day is enough." Wen Zaiye smiled gently at him, "Xiaohe made a mistake and should be punished. I will explain it clearly to the people in Yunzhongmen, and say goodbye to Xiaohe."

Ning Buwei had no objection, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth and said, "Thank you for what happened back then."

Youthful friendship, life and death intersect, but now when it is mentioned, the expression is indifferent, as if those heart-piercing guilt and pain can no longer find traces despite the passage of time.

But the young friend seemed to see through it at a glance, and laughed sincerely, "Even if it happens again, I still have to save."

"If it were me, you would fight desperately."

"Chengfeng, I have never regretted saving you."

In front of Broken Intestine Cliff, the rising sun breaks through the clouds, and the sky is full of clouds.

-

The next day.

Ning Buwei hugged Ning Xiu and stood under the mountain gate of Yunzhongmen.

Jiang Yi was carrying his own burden, standing not far from him, whispering: "Senior, do we want to wait to hear about Senior in the field?"

"No need." Ning Buwei glanced at her lightly, "Are you sure you want to follow me?"

Jiang Yizheng's eyes lit up, and he nodded solemnly, "I want to learn skills from you! You will be my dear father from now on!"

I would rather turn around and leave.

Jiang Yizheng hurriedly followed, "Senior, I was wrong! I can take you as my teacher! You don't have to be a father!"

I would rather not speed up my pace.

But a familiar voice sounded behind the two of them: "Senior—"

The two turned their heads to look.

Feng Zizhang came running out of breath holding the sword, "Wait for me! Wait for me!"

Ning Buwei caught a glimpse of the burden he was carrying, and suddenly felt a pain in his head, "What's the matter?"

"Thirteen Peaks... I am the only inner disciple left, and the elders of the other peaks thought I was mediocre, so they refused to accept me—" Feng Zizhang's eyes were still swollen, and it was obvious that he had cried all night, "Can I ...Can I follow you?"

Ning Buwei: "..."

"I'm thinking about following you around, and I can learn some skills and come back. I have no way out by staying in the Thirteen Peaks..."

Feng Zizhang was chattering about his reasons, when he looked up, the man had already walked away.

"Senior! Senior wait for me!"

Ning Buwei put the fifth Suzaku Broken Knife into Najie, hugged Ning Xiu who had not woken up in his arms, turned his head and looked back, but saw mountains and mountains hidden in the clouds.

On Broken Heart Cliff, a young man in a green shirt looked down. Countless maple forests were in full bloom, and the forests were overflowing with color.

The old friend who was separated by life and death finally completed the farewell that was postponed for a hundred years.

Outside the mountain gate, there was a long road, and the three people separated by a long distance gradually turned into indistinct little black spots, disappearing in the bleak cold wind of late autumn.

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