After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

A faint fragrance fell into the scattered blood, and Mo Xuanfang walked slowly from the mist.

He is dressed in spotless white clothes, and the dust whisk in his hand is shining with noble splendor, just like the cold and dust-free fairy on the purple clouds when he first saw him, without a trace of human color.

"You... you're still alive."

Wei Siying wanted to laugh, but he had already turned into a dragon's body when he got down from the dragon's rope, and the dragon's mouth was open and closed, showing no sadness or joy.

Mo Xuanfang stood quietly in front of him, with Gu Jing's unwavering eyes and a murderous aura all over his body, he stabbed at Wei Siying's heart more than Zhen Longsuo.

That year, it was also the same magic circle, and the person in front of her, charming and lingering, but remained in the dream forever.

"Since the deity is alive, I will not allow you to make trouble. You were a disciple of Ziyun Sect, so you should know that you will have today." Mo Xuanfang said calmly.

After four years of life and death, he became the god of war who made the three realms bow down, and the suzerain who favored all living beings.

Wei Siying grinned, and a stream of blood slipped from his lips as he struggled. The Zhenlong rope on his back was too heavy. It should be a new breed developed for him. The suppression force was several times normal, even if he was the Dragon Emperor, he would not be able to bear it. .

What's more, there is also the coercion of Luo Tianshangxian, in this magic circle, it is like heaven descending.

"I have never killed anyone from the Purple Cloud Sect." Wei Siying said, his voice as weak as an ant.

"Are you begging for mercy?"

"Will you let me go?" Wei Siying looked at Mo Xuanfang through the hazy fog, and raised his head unyieldingly.

There was a trace of unpredictable emotion in Mo Xuanfang's eyes. He also looked back at the golden dragon body in front of Hongying, and his words were cold: "Ziyunzong takes protecting the common people in the world as its mission. If you have entered the magic way, you must die."

The dragon's body trembled, and the dragon's claws grabbed the floor of the magic circle like crumbs, and the Zhenlongsuo shone with a ferocious dark red light amidst the violent shaking.

"Then what about me... Am I no longer your common man..."

"I'm not your common man..."

Wei Siying suddenly looked up to the sky and let out a huge whine, the dragon chanted mournfully, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and the golden dragon pattern pierced the Dingtian magic circle.

Mo Xuanfang's face changed color slightly, and the whisk in his hand had already struck out suddenly. The highest immortal rank in the world, Luo Tianshangxian, could instantly kill anything with his divine sense.

At this time, the three thousand whisks of Bliss Fantasy Sky all pointed at the vital points of Wei Siying's body, and they were able to kill with one blow.

However, with the speed of Mo Xuanfang's movements, there was nothing at the end of the flick.

The golden dragon body disappeared in an instant, and Wei Siying had recovered his human body, standing in midair.

His face was pale and bloody, his right hand was held high, his slender fingers were clasping the crazily twisting Zhenlong rope, the scarlet ghost eyes on the head of the rope were about to bleed, and the sharp claws kept opening and closing, rushing towards the back of Wei Siying's neck. .

Wei Siying, on the other hand, smiled in amazement, and the magic power burst out from his fingertips, crushing Zhenlongsuo into powder.

Back and forth is just a snap of the fingers.

Mo Xuanfang followed closely behind and flew into the air. Behind him, the phoenix spread its huge wings and emitted a profound light.

At this moment, Mo Xuanfang suddenly saw Wei Siying's face.Different from the insolent attitude, that pale and bloody face is full of sadness and deep forbearance.

He had clearly seen that face.

But it's not the teacher and apprentice in name in the memory he was told.

With a blockage in his chest, Mo Xuanfang blurted out, "Who are you?"

"How do you think I can break free from this dragon rope?"

Wei Siying smiled sadly, "Master, have you forgotten? When I was captured by Zhenlongsuo, you used the spiritual power of the fairy body to help me pull it out. In order to save my life, you poured spiritual power into my body for several months. Wounds. Now my old wounds have already formed a body shield, and a dragon-suppressing rope can't trap me..."

Mo Xuanfang heard him call his master, Zheng Yizheng, muttered: "It's... so..."

He suddenly realized that Wei Siying was staring at him, with weeping tears in his eyes, endless sadness. Mo Xuanfang was startled that he had never seen sadness in 3000 years, until now, he couldn't help being in a trance for a moment.

He immediately thought that it was not good, he was an immortal in Luo Tian, ​​he had already cut off all mortal roots, he was ruthless and desireless, where did this feeling come from?

But in such an instant, Wei Siying had already bullied him.

It was a light palm, like a child playing, and like a lover's caress. Wei Siying's hand lightly patted Mo Xuanfang's chest, and immediately turned to draw with his fingertips, softly touching Mo Xuanfang's collar. Turned around.

Wei Siying raised his eyes, weeping in his beautiful eyes, and a teardrop rolled down.

Mo Xuanfang's heart was sour for no reason, but his face became more and more cold, and he said, "You are looking for death."

His hands sank, and all three thousand whisks had wrapped around Wei Siying.

"Are you really going to kill me?" Wei Siying let Fusi wrap him, motionless, expressionless, as if his heart was ashes.

Mo Xuanfang shook the dust in his hands: "You are doomed to die today, if... if there is an afterlife, I hope you will devote yourself to cultivating the Tao and be a good person."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Wei Siying and concentrated on pinching his fingers and reciting the formula. Soon, the fog cleared, the phoenix spread its wings, and the heavenly thunder gathered above his head in midair under the call of Luo Tianshangxian.

No one can escape Mo Xuanfang's Dingtian Divine Formation, not even the Dragon Emperor.

Wei Siying closed his eyes, just waiting to die.

The two were close at hand, his breath sprayed on Mo Xuanfang's collar, and in his nostrils was the long-lost fragrance of the immortal.

Mo Xuanfang looked down and saw that his eyelashes were constantly trembling, soaked with tears, and his heart suddenly ached, thinking that he must have left a knot in his heart because of his guilt towards Hongying back then.

But now that the world is in chaos and the flames of war are raging, with the devil in hand, he can't fail.

He immediately held on to his Dao heart, and the spiritual power rolled out from his fingertips, straight to the sky, and said awe-inspiringly: "Evil barrier, just die."

The thunder in the air came out in response to the call, gathering momentum.

Mo Xuanfang charged up and retreated to avoid the attack range of Tiandao Thunder, but when he retreated, he couldn't help but turn pale with shock.

He was actually unable to move an inch in his magic circle.

Mo Xuanfang's body was firmly locked in place, and with three thousand whisks separated, Chi Lingyu came down from his collar, pierced his skin along the range Wei Siying had drawn before, and followed his Blood spread to all his limbs.

Chi Lingyu, the eternal sacred stone, only obeys the orders of the Dragon Emperor.

And Wei Siying's Dao body of both immortality and demon cultivation easily shook Fusi away.

"Master, I'm sorry..."

The warm body rushed over, and Wei Siying hugged Mo Xuanfang tightly for the last time.

Just like falling asleep in his arms countless times before, and waking up with peace of mind, if possible, he really doesn't want to open his eyes again.

However, if it is really possible, what should those people outside do?

Who else can stand in front of those people who are waiting for the protection of the Dragon Emperor inside and outside the city?

Thousands of thunderbolts descended as expected, and the phoenix spread its wings and let out a shrill cry.

Wei Siying gritted his teeth and flew away.

In front of him was a bloody battlefield, and behind him was an abyss of eternal doom. Every step was like a knife that cut his heart into pieces.

When the magic circle collapsed, he finally flew out of the edge of the magic circle.

Suddenly, a bloody silk thread passed behind Wei Siying's chest, strangling his internal organs and chest cavity like a spider's thread.

Luo Tianshangxian's spiritual power pierced through his defenses like a tsunami, and the golden dragon spirit was knocked out of his body, howling fiercely.

Wei Siying's face turned pale in an instant, and sweat and blood rained down.

"Holy!"

"metropolitan!"

Loud shouts sounded in the ear, it was the Ziyun clan and the dragon clan who were anxiously guarding outside the formation.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Gu Xifei, An Tai and An Feng immediately threw their weapons at Fusi, sending out screams piercing through the air.

The cold light flashed one after another, and the three divine weapons slashed at Fusi at the same time, making a loud noise, but the three divine weapons all burst apart and were destroyed by Fusi.

But the whisk suddenly trembled violently a few times, shaking the blood of the two people in the air, but for some reason, it drooped powerlessly and bounced backwards.

Wei Siying fell from mid-air, and his mind was already in a daze.

At this time, all the members of the Ziyun sect rushed into the magic circle, but Meng Xuanzhen turned his head and drew a dragon-suppressing rope, and grabbed Wei Siying, who was seriously injured.

A person flew up in mid-air, and standing in front of Wei Siying was An Feng, who was the closest to Wei Siying, subconsciously wanting to take this suffocation for his emperor.

As long as the emperor is around, the Dragon Clan will not die, even though An Feng died without regret.

But Pokong only heard the continuous "cracking" sound, An Feng shuddered suddenly, but it was Wei Siying's only Chi Lingyu, snaking between Zhenlongsuo and An Feng, smashing Zhenlongsuo .

"My lord!" An Feng cried.

Wei Siying glanced over An Feng in a daze, and glanced at the Dingtian Divine Array again. The array had stopped spinning in the air and became dim. There were bursts of crying in the array, crying "Suzerain".

Wei Siying finally closed his eyes and fell into the deep darkness.

His tears fell and fell on the land outside Yiguo City, buried in the bloody soil.

He dreamed of Purple Cloud Sect, Zeyun Residence, Quqiao Red Pavilion, and the lonely back of a fairy in white.

The lights were dim, and Wei Siying raised his heavy eyelids in the bedroom palace of the sea of ​​clouds in the city of billions of dollars.Suddenly accompanied by a sharp pain in his chest, he coughed twice weakly.

"My lord! You are awake."

In the dim light was Gu Xifei's face. Gu Xifei quickly supported Wei Siying and patted his chest twice.

Wei Siying felt better, raised his elbow and waved his hand.

Gu Xifei retreated to one side, and said respectfully, "Congratulations, Your Majesty, they have retreated, and the city of billions of dollars has been saved."

Wei Siying said "um" expressionlessly, pursed his mouth tightly, twitched twice, and finally coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Gu Xifei immediately stepped forward to feed him a pill, but Wei Siying coughed uncontrollably, and even vomited out the pill, emitting a strange smell, and a large amount of blood on the bed sheet soaked the bedding.

Gu Xifei was helpless, so he had to use the spell to hold Wei Siying's heart veins, and force-fed him two pills before helping him to lie down.

Then, he stood beside the bed and said, "My lord, there is one more thing, that Sect Master Ziyun...he is not dead..."

But there was no movement for a long time when the dragon collapsed.

Gu Xifei raised his head, only to see Wei Siying's pale fingers firmly gripping the bedding beside the bed on Longtao, trembling unceasingly, and suddenly let go of his strength, as if his whole body relaxed, and finally waved his hand.

"I see, you go down."

"Yes……"

Gu Xifei sighed, turned around and walked outside the hall.

After half a month of repairs after the war, Yixie City regained its vitality. Although the battle suffered heavy losses, it destroyed the Zhenlong cable that had been hanging on the dragon's head for 600 years, and there was hope from then on.

In particular, I also heard that after this battle, my own emperor became the number one powerhouse in the Three Realms, not to mention the thief cultivator of Tianyan Kingdom, even the mysterious Ziyun Sect Master was beaten to the point of needing to retreat for 30 years , that's not elated.

Compared with the bustling Yiyi City, Ziyun Zongli is very desolate.

The suzerain could not retreat, and the masters of the twelve halls also closed their doors to thank the guests.

Several hall masters sometimes gossip: "With the strength of the suzerain, how could he lose to that little devil Wei Siying, even if the devil is a dual cultivator of immortals and demons. But the difference in realm, how could the suzerain lose so badly? Not to mention that day , Bliss Fantasy Sky Fuchen can clearly kill that devil..."

At times like this, Meng Xuanzhen would usually interrupt: "How can you talk about the suzerain behind your back? Let's all go away."

At night, Ziyun Palace was empty, after Mo Xuanfang took a breath from the futon, he slowly stood up.

At the end of the Hundred Years War, he had less than [-]% of his cultivation base left, and the flesh and blood in his body were almost separated from his bones. I am afraid that a foundation-building monk could easily kill him.

Fortunately, he was treated in time, and his cultivation base is profound and his foundation is solid. In addition, the master of the twelve halls sent spiritual power all night. Now that half a year has passed, he has recovered [-]% of his skills.

At this moment, he felt that his cultivation had recovered slightly, and he didn't care too much at the moment. He glanced out the window and walked slowly towards the southwest corner outside the hall.

There was a red maple plant that had been growing for three years, but recently shed its leaves. The bare branches just lacked a touch of red. It seemed that the magnificent Ziyun Palace had lost all color.

Red and red are different after all.