Save the beautiful and tragic hero

The bright light suddenly dimmed, and before Mi Lu realized what had happened, he smelled a strong and disgusting smell of blood.

Mi Lu subconsciously held her breath, resisting the churning in her stomach, and turned her head to check the surrounding environment.

He seems to have come to another peach blossom forest.

The peach blossoms here are competing to bloom. At first glance, it seems that the heaven and the earth are dyed deep and shallow pink by gorgeous clusters of peach blossoms.

The peach blossom branches move automatically without wind, swaying slightly in mid-air.

However, there is no beauty in this scene, because it is soaked in the bloody smell that almost drowns people, and there is thick and sticky blood flowing under the peach blossom tree.

In the bloody water, some stumps and broken arms could be vaguely seen.

Although Mi Lu had imagined the scene in the formation countless times, after seeing this scene suddenly, he still couldn't help retching on the spot.

The five Taishengzong disciples who came in with him also turned pale with fright at the scene before them, and one of them couldn't help screaming: "Where is this?!"

"Damn it, we entered the formation by mistake!"

"Look!" Someone pointed to the broken limb in the bloody water, staring and trembling, "Is that the real Wuqi's arm?"

When the others took a closer look, their legs suddenly became weak, and the blood on their faces faded.

"Yes……"

"Ren Wuqi, he... is he dead?"

No one answered the man's question, because the answer was obvious - the real Wu Qi was not only dead, but dead beyond death.

The body was forcibly divided into several pieces, which were thrown on the ground like rags torn off by someone casually. A large piece of the head that fell under the peach blossom tree was missing, and the blood gushed out, soaking the pair of eyes that were unwilling to stare. Eye.

Wu Qi's expression was frozen at the peak of fear, as if he had seen an extremely frightening scene before he died.

tick-tock-

The blood dripped from the peach blossom branch, just falling on the heads of the five people.

The person who asked the question just now stiffly raised his hand to stroke his hair, and touched the bright red liquid in his hand.

The man was stunned for a moment, then turned around and was about to run back.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, he suddenly saw something, his pupils were instantly filled with fear from the explosion, and he showed the exact same expression as Wu Qi before he died.

"Dhu..."

Before he could utter a single word, a dark light flashed in his sight, and a sharp pop sounded in his ear.

His head fell from his neck, landed on the blood-soaked ground, rolled around twice, and rolled to another person's feet.

The man's face was splashed by the spurted blood, and his brain hadn't reacted yet, and he didn't make any movements with a dull expression.

It wasn't until he met the eyes of the eyes that were dying on the skull at his feet that he realized what had happened belatedly.

"Ah—" the man yelled in horror and anger, "Kong Xing!"

The rest of the people immediately turned around and backed away.

I saw that Hu Luyan came behind them at some point, still dressed in black, but with his high bunch of hair hanging down, covering his pale face.

Hu Luyan's body was not stained with any blood, but the evil spirit lingering around him was extremely heavy, and it was vaguely condensed into a layer of black mist in midair.

He almost merged with this purgatory scene.

No.

He and this place are one.

Even if several disciples of Taishengzong didn't know the theory of Yaozongtang's Peach Blossom Formation, they could guess that everything here was constructed by Hu Luyan himself.

Only Hu Luyan, who is covered in evil, can create such a dark and bloody scene.

Several people watched Hu Luyan pacing forward with their familiar sword, and the fear condensed on their faces turned into a mask.

"How to do?!"

"I can't get out from left to right, so I have to fight hard." One of them gritted his teeth, "So what if he took Sect Master Lin's Dragon Chanting Sword? Are the four of us afraid that we can't deal with him?"

Mi Lu hid behind a peach blossom tree, his face pale.

He originally thought that he helped Hu Luyan to bring Lin Ji and others into the formation just to speed up the speed of Hu Luyan's retrieving the organs, so as to achieve the purpose of changing the plot.

But right now, it seems that the development of the situation is not the same as he expected.

Why did Huluyan create such a scene?

Why did Huluyan become like this?

Don't you want to get your organs back?Why is there a cruel, bloody and seemingly unilateral massacre in the formation?

He seems to have returned to the time when Hu Luyan washed the Immortal Valley with blood every time before reincarnation.

The chaotic thoughts were rampant in his mind, accompanied by the churning in his stomach, which made him want to squat down and vomit a few times, but he didn't eat much recently, and he couldn't vomit anything.

Before his brain came into operation, he heard Hu Luyan calling his name: "Mi Lu."

"When I was in Ten Thousand Snake Pit, I once attacked that woman. You said you were not angry because she blocked our way. It was her fault." Hu Luyan easily avoided the attack of a disciple of the Taisheng Sect, and suddenly Raising his hand, the Dragon Singing Sword snatched from Lin Ji sliced ​​off the disciple's arm like cutting vegetables.

With a puff.

Blood splattered.

The man wailed in pain, he couldn't even hold his sword steady, and fell to the ground clutching his broken arm that was spurting blood.

Hu Luyan closed his eyes calmly.

In his home court, even if he has no eyes, he can feel the emotional ups and downs and every move of those people very clearly.

An invisible net was woven in the air, and dense silk threads spread all over the place.

He was like a spider hunting, and those men were like prey.

But he doesn't like this metaphor. He prefers to slowly put the torture he has endured for more than ten years on those people little by little like a cat teasing a mouse.

Amid the disciple's repeated begging for mercy, he walked over, raised his hand again, and cut off one of the disciple's legs.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

"They were the ones who came to me first this time, and they were wrong." Hu Luyan raised his sword and dropped another arm, "So what I did was right, right?"

After finishing speaking, he cut off the man's head with a sword.

Seeing that the situation was not right, the remaining three tried to take out the magic weapon to protect their lives, but found that they could not take out any magic weapon from the storage ring again except the life magic weapon.

All the preparations for coming were in vain.

They lost two people in one fell swoop, knowing that they were no match for Hu Luyan, so they had to disperse and run away.

Who would have thought that Hu Luyan, like a ghost, flashed in front of a person in the blink of an eye.

An arm drops.

"You're not going to be mad, are you?"

A leg falls.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

A head fell.

The gentle tone is like a vicious spell chanted in a low voice, bringing a breath of death that can destroy the world.

The wailing, screaming, and begging for mercy were endless, which hurt Mi Lu's eardrums.

The blood on the ground added another layer.

I don't know if it was the effect of the illusion, but after the five people died, the blood flowed upwards visible to the naked eye, like sea water at high tide.

Hu Luyan stood in the middle of the sea, with a smile on his pale face, he walked through the lush peach trees and came to Mi Lu.

"Mi Lu." Hu Luyan said, "I did it right?"

Mi Lu stared blankly at Hu Luyan who had grown taller.

If Hu Luyan took back his eyes at this moment, he would find that Mi Lu's eyes were full of resistance.

This is different from what he expected.

Going around in a circle, it seems to have returned to the original place.

It shouldn't be like this.

wrong.

what's wrong...

Mi Lu opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

What can he say?

Let Hu Luyan release the rest?Let Hu Luyan give up the chance of revenge at his fingertips and give the enemy a way out?Or let Hu Luyan choose to forgive?

But if Hu Luyan is allowed to go on like this, the ending can be imagined - Hu Luyan will only sink deeper and deeper in the quagmire of hatred, until in the end even the strands of hair are swallowed.

Touching Mi Lu's cheek with a cold hand, Hu Luyan asked in a low voice, "Why don't you speak?"

Mi Lu grabbed Hu Luyan's hand with his backhand: "Where's Lin Ji?"

Hu Luyan sneered: "Hiding, at the critical moment, he ran rather fast."

"Let's find Lin Ji quickly and get your eyes back."

"Okay." Hu Luyan let Mi Lu hold his hand, he seemed to like Mi Lu's initiative, and said in a brisk tone, "I'll listen to you."

Mi Lu had heard such words several times, but it was the first time he felt so anxious.

Taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he suddenly reached out and snatched the Dragon Yin Sword from Hu Luyan's hand, and before Hu Luyan could open his mouth, he stuffed his own Biyou sword into it.

"You use my sword." Mi Lu said quickly, "Don't use his."

Holding the Biyou sword, Hu Luyan was stunned for a moment.

"The Dragon Yin Sword is bloodthirsty. I heard that Lin Ji used blood to nourish the sword a lot of the time. It is not suitable for you." Mi Lu said softly.

Hu Luyan pondered for a moment, and said in a low voice, "This is your natal sword."

The natal magic weapon is different from the ordinary magic weapon. The natal magic weapon is connected to the cultivator's spiritual root. If the cultivator's cultivation base has improved, the natal magic weapon is directly bound to the cultivator's spiritual consciousness.

In other words, the natal magic weapon is equivalent to a part of the cultivator's body, which can be used by the cultivator to attack other people, and can also be used by others to attack the cultivator.

No one would be so stupid as to hand over their natal magic weapon, that would be tantamount to sticking the chest with their heart hidden in the opponent's palm.

Even Hu Luyan, who has never stepped into the world of comprehension, knows this.

But Mi Lu unexpectedly...

Mi Lu didn't hear Hu Luyan's implication, and thought that Hu Luyan was suspicious, and quickly explained: "Although my Biyou sword can't match Lin Ji's Longyin sword, at least it won't hurt you. "

The Biyou sword in Hu Luyan's hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties. He smiled slightly, and suddenly turned to face Mi Lu.

Mi Lu was taken aback by his sudden movement, but resisted not hiding, watching Hu Luyan approaching: "What, what's wrong?"

This is Hu Luyan's subconscious mind, he can naturally feel Mi Lu's small movements.

Knowing that Mi Lu was not only standing still, but also quietly waiting for him to approach, the sea that had finally calmed down in Hu Luyan's heart instantly rolled like boiling water.

The coming is ferocious.

Overwhelming.

He was overwhelmed without a struggle.

An unprecedented strange feeling climbed into his heart, bringing a swelling and hot touch, disturbed by the gust of wind that emerged out of thin air, and the swirling air current knocked down his precarious high wall of reason.

At this inopportune moment, he remembered the dream again.

Mi Lu in the dream is also so well-behaved, never avoiding him, even catering to him intentionally or unintentionally.

He couldn't accept that dream for a long time, and tried to return himself to reality by avoiding Mi Lu, but when facing Mi Lu in reality, he realized that a seed of desire had already been planted in his heart.

The seed took root and sprouted, and the long, thin branches clung tightly to his heart.

Every time he returned to reality from his dream, his heart ached from being strangled by those branches.

He doesn't want to return to reality more and more.

And at this moment, he was in a dream, he was divorced from reality, and even Mi Lu was the same as in the dream...

Desire overwhelmed reason, driving him to lean forward.

He bit Mi Lu's lip accurately, but he couldn't control his strength, biting Mi Lu hissed, and stretched out his hand to push him in panic.

He grabbed Mi Lu's hand.

Sure enough, it was the same as in the dream.

So soft.

So hot.

Let him think that this life will stop here.

"Hhudhu, Huluyan!" Mi Lu stuttered in fright, and shouted inarticulately. He thought that Huluyan was going to suck his spiritual power again, but Hulvyan just bit his mouth motionless.

What is this doing?

Is mouth to mouth already required to absorb spiritual power now?

Mi Lu's mind was blank, and before he had time to think in that direction, he heard the sound of sticky footsteps, followed by Lin Ji's angry roar: "Dhu Lvyan!! How dare you kill me! Disciple!! I must pay in blood!!"

Mi Lu regained consciousness quickly, and was about to struggle when Hu Luyan in front of him stepped back first.

Mi Lu raised his eyes and saw that Lin Ji was covered in blood, his hair was disheveled, and he was in a panic.

Lin Ji also had an arm broken, and scarlet blood overflowed from the gap between his fingers covering the broken arm. His neck was covered with blood, but his face was bloodless, as white as a dead man, only a pair of dark eyes filled with blood. With monstrous hatred and anger, he stared at Hu Luyan.

Cui Yishuang barely stood behind Lin Ji. Her condition was not much better than Lin Ji's. It could be seen that she was at the end of her battle. Although she didn't break her arm like Lin Ji, her cultivation had shrunk a lot compared to when she came.

Right now only...

Middle stage of foundation building?

Mi Lu compared secretly, and found that he was not the person with the lowest cultivation level in the peach blossom formation.

As for the remaining Qiubei.

Mi Lu/looked around, but did not see Qiu Bei's figure.

Obviously Lin Ji and Cui Yishuang didn't care about Qiubei either, they stared intently at Hu Luyan, their eyes seemed to be poisoned, and they wanted to tear Hu Luyan's muscles and bones.

However, Hu Luyan was ignorant, so he chuckled and greeted Lin Ji calmly: "My eyes, you finally appeared."

Lin Ji didn't respond to Hu Luyan's words, and quickly turned his attention to Mi Lu behind Hu Luyan.

"Young Master Mi, I never imagined that one day you and I would meet in this ghostly place."

After Lin Ji finished speaking, he suddenly noticed the Dragon Yin Sword in Mi Luyan's hand, and then looked at the Biyou Sword in Hu Luyan's hand. His eyes became weird, "You two have a good relationship."

Cui Yishuang also stared at Mi Lu with resentment: "You..."

Hu Luyan didn't give them another chance to speak, and rushed forward holding the Biyou sword. His hoarse voice carried the anger of being deprived of something important, and the madness of being about to get it back.

"Lin Ji!" Riding on the wind, his voice echoed in this bloody peach blossom forest, "Take my eyes—"

The Biyou sword glowed with a dark green light, like a surging water. If you look carefully, you can see that there is a black mist mixed with it.

"give me back!"

The Biyou sword was sharper than the Longyin sword, cutting off half of Lin Ji's shoulder on the spot.

Lin Ji screamed in pain, together with Cui Yishuang, he received two or three moves from Hu Luyan, and was pierced by Hu Luyan with an arrow.

A steady stream of blood gushed out from Lin Ji's body, forming a strange pattern at Lin Ji's feet.

Hu Luyan wiped the blade of Biyou Sword against Lin Ji, and the black mist overflowing from his body engulfed Lin Ji as if alive.

Lin Ji rolled on the ground in pain.

The black mist rose and fell with Lin Ji's violent movements.

Mi Lu stood not far away watching all this, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

What about Cui Yishuang?

Wasn't Cui Yishuang still working with Lin Ji to deal with Hu Luyan just now?Why did it disappear all of a sudden?

Even if he wanted to run, he ran too fast, as if he had prepared in advance.

wrong!

Lin Ji and Cui Yishuang knew that they were fighting Hu Luyan with an egg, so why bother to show up and fight Hu Luyan after a few tricks before running away?

They're not the type to do such stupid things.

There must be a conspiracy!

Mi Lu was anxious, and opened her mouth to call Hu Luyan, but suddenly the blessing came to her heart.

His face froze, and he hurriedly lowered his head to look at the Longyin Sword in his hand.

The surface of the Longyin Sword turned red like a flame at some point, like a scorched iron, red to the point of being slightly shiny.

And the red color of the sword body was swimming towards the hilt at an extremely fast speed.

Sure enough!

Mi Lu threw away the Dragon Yin Sword and ran towards Huluyan, shouting loudly: "Huluyan! Run!"

It's a blood curse!

Taishengzong's unique technique.

As long as the blood curse is used through a medium in adversity, a raging fire can be ignited. The flame of the blood curse is not an ordinary flame. It can neither be extinguished by water nor by other things. Its burning depends entirely on the owner of the blood curse. will.

If it is touched by the flame of the blood curse, the lightest is that the spiritual root will rupture and die on the spot.

However, before Mi Lu finished speaking, his widened pupils reflected a blazing flame.

The flame directly covered Hu Luyan's figure.

"Dhu Lvyan!!!" Mi Lu hoarse, he didn't expect Lin Ji to have another trick, and he didn't expect Lin Ji to be willing to break a dragon sword and use the blood curse on Hu Lvyan at the expense of eight thousand .

The flames rushed to the surroundings extremely quickly.

Even though there was still a distance between Mi Lu and the flame, he could really feel the scalding heat transmitted through the air when the flame burned.

The temperature is too hot, and the burning air is slightly distorted and deformed.

When Mi Lu took a step closer, he felt that the skin under his clothes hurt like being pricked by needles, and the pain was still escalating.

But he only hesitated for a moment, and then ran towards the flames with big strides.

"Dhu, Huluyan!" He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Dhuluyan!"

pain!

My whole body hurts!

It hurts everywhere!

The flame of the blood curse seemed to be burning on his soul, causing every inch of him to emit a scorched smell, as if countless mouths with sharp teeth were gnawing at his flesh and blood.

He has never been in such pain before, compared with the pain at this moment, the pain from being sucked by Hu Luyan's spiritual power before is nothing.

It's nothing short of trivial.

Mi Lu was in so much pain that he couldn't move an inch in the flames, he didn't even know how he moved.

Lin Ji's screams became louder and louder, as if he was undergoing unspeakable torture.

Unexpectedly, the owner of the blood curse could not be immune to the blood curse.

Even so, Lin Ji was still laughing: "Du Luyan, just because you still want to get your eyes back? Wishful thinking! No one wants to go out today! You can die here with your eyes!"

Lin Ji spoke intermittently, laughing and crying.

Cui Yishuang's scream came from not far away: "What did you say? Didn't you say that you can go out after killing Hu Luyan with a blood curse?"

"Lin Ji!"

"You speak to me!"

Lin Ji couldn't answer Cui Yishuang's question.

Lin Ji seemed to have lost his mind, screaming in pain, laughing and cursing wildly.

Mi Lu couldn't walk any longer, so she knelt down on the ground with a plop, and her limp body fell forward feebly.

He fell into someone's arms.

That person's body was astonishingly hot, and with his face buried in that person's chest, he could smell the obvious smell of burnt flesh.

Although he didn't have the strength to look up, he knew who was holding him.

"Dhu Lv...Yan..."

Are they dying here?

I couldn't use poisonous gas to kill myself before, but I got a chance in this peach blossom formation.

It just hurts.

Can you not die in such pain.

Hu Luyan slowly hugged Mi Lu's back, trying to hug Mi Lu, but unfortunately the strength in his body was rapidly losing, and several attempts were in vain.

In the bright red firelight, Mi Lu saw that the back of Hu Luyan's hand was burnt black, the white flesh was soaked in blood, and festering and scarlet wounds were everywhere.

Those wounds were visibly getting worse.

It turns out that this is the power of the blood curse.

No wonder Lin Ji screamed so fiercely.

No wonder Cui Yishuang went crazy with anger.

And besides the pain in his body, he didn't have any injuries on his flesh along the way...

Because he was wearing a Fanbei smock!

It was the Fanbei smock that shielded him from physical injuries!

Mi Lu wanted to take off the Fanbei smock, but before he could do so, Hu Luyan saw through his intention - of course he didn't have the strength to do so.

Hu Luyan reluctantly dragged him to the edge of the flames.

Mi Lu's eyes were painfully pierced by the light of the flames, and tears came out one after another. He tried to open his eyes, trying to see Hu Luyan's face.

"Don't look at me." Hu Luyan said in a breathy voice, "Don't look at..."

The last two words were almost pleading.

Mi Lu's throat rolled, but he couldn't say a good word. He closed his eyes, but still couldn't stop the tears from overflowing the corners of his eyes like broken beads.

Hu Luyan walked very hard, and tried his best every time he took a step back.

His panting sound was mixed with the weird sound of the flames of the blood curse tearing through the air one after another.

Mi Lu wanted to say forget it.

It hurts too much.

too tired.

But these three words were stuck in the throat, and the corners stuck in his throat.

He was thinking, what's so good in this world?Is this world worth Hu Luyan's desperate efforts?

People are so fragile, they bleed when their skin is cut a little, and their lives are in danger when they get a little injury, just find a high place and jump down, and the person is gone.

He has been sick for so long, and he is more fragile. He once feared the god of death with fear, but after brushing shoulders with the god of death several times, he suddenly figured it out.

Instead of pressing yourself step by step, it is better to pretend that you have never existed.

What joy is there in life, and what fear is there in death?

But he never thought that life can be so tenacious, the desire to survive overcomes pain, exhaustion and depraved instinct, like a grass desperately trying to emerge from the ground.

He watched helplessly as the little grass pried open the boulders on the ground, revealing its tender green branches and leaves.

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While coding, I thought: wake up in the morning, greet the sun, full of positive energy!