After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

At this time, a long sword suddenly flew from Mo Xuanfang's hand, humming loudly.At the same time, a man's voice came out of the well: "Mo Xuanfang, you claim to be the leader of the righteous way in the Three Realms, and you claim to be the leader of the righteous way. The spiritual energy in the world is withered, but why don't you kill it?"

Mo Xuanfang gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, and felt that there was vigorous spiritual power in the long sword, and it was actually a divine object. At this moment, when the sword fell, Wei Siying would definitely land the dragon's head and never regenerate.

This man had a powerful voice, and every word he said was an irrefutable fact.Mo Xuanfang thought about the thousands of years of war in the Three Realms, the mountains and rivers were in trouble, and the common people suffered. His palms were slightly damp and hot.

The Ziyun Sect has guarded the Three Realms for hundreds of thousands of years, and the Ziyun Sect Master has shouldered hundreds of millions of souls. Three years later, the heavens will bring disasters. It is hard to say that it is not because of the magic dragon. What is the heart?

He slowly looked at Wei Siying, the long sword in his hand was still buzzing, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking, allowing spiritual power to flow from the tip of the sword.

The sun pierced his face, but he only felt that his eyes were dim, and the whole world was shrouded in smoke and dust. He wanted to see clearly, but he didn't want to see clearly.

For 3000 years, he asked questions in the vast sky and sea, among all living beings, but at this moment, he actually felt a little regret.

At this moment, his whole body froze suddenly.

He saw Wei Siying's eyes, and there was a bit of evil in the huge dragon eyes.

No, this is not Wei Siying, this is Hongying.

Mo Xuanfang immediately realized that this was an illusion. It turned out that the golden dragon he wanted to slay was not Wei Siying, and Wei Siying was not seriously injured and dying. The blocks in his heart collapsed with an indescribable ease.

It's just that the man who spoke didn't know who it was, and he almost fell into his way.

The spiritual power of the fingertips faded, and the tip of the sword drooped, Mo Xuanfang said loudly: "I don't know who you are? Instead of hiding here and pointing out the country, why don't you want to be born and do your part for the common people?"

Hearing this, the man in the well had obvious anger rising in his tone, and said with a sneer, "Mo Xuanfang, don't be ignorant, I will show you the method of this forbidden place, you only need to kill the magic dragon, and you will be fine." go out."

Mo Xuanfang was suspicious. This man always let himself kill the golden dragon, and he didn't want to do it right now: "This dragon is dying, and it will fly away in no time. Why do you need me to do it? I love you so much." Take the magic weapon out, and make it kill demons and demons, and exercise justice in the world, so you can rest assured."

The man laughed back angrily: "It turns out that the majestic Ziyun suzerain was colluding with the demons. When the incident came to an end, he refused to kill the demons. But my magic weapon is called Fuyao. It has been unsheathed and saw the demon dragon again." , I won’t give up until I taste the blood, haha.”

After the man finished speaking, a jet of water suddenly spewed out from the well, and Mo Xuanfang suddenly felt that the demon-subduing sword in his hand was not in control, and a pulling force emerged from the sword, forcing Mo Xuanfang to face the direction of the golden dragon.

Mo Xuanfang's cultivation had not yet recovered, and he couldn't hold on at this moment. The subdued demon was thrown in his hands but he couldn't lose it. Instead, he felt a crushing sense of oppression, and dragged Mo Xuanfang as if he was drunk and staggered towards the golden dragon.

Mo Xuanfang's thoughts turned, thinking that the man in the well must kill the golden dragon with his own hands.Could it be that there is reality in this illusion, is the seriously injured Jinlong really Wei Siying?

In this way, it is even more forbidden to hurt the golden dragon, otherwise Wei Siying's life will be lost.

Mo Xuan's heart was broken, since the subduing monster will be stained with blood, then use my blood to sacrifice the sword and see what happens.

He raised the sword in his hand, pointed the tip of the sword straight at his left chest, and stabbed the sword hard.

Blood spurted out through his indigo robe immediately, dyeing the blade red.

Hearing an "ah", it was the scream of the man in the well, and the demon in Mo Xuanfang's hand suddenly shattered and slowly dissipated in his palm.

The well and the long dragon disappeared one by one, the sun was gone, and the world was dark again, but a ray of light was born in this darkness.

In the firelight of the lighting stick, a pale face, Wei Siying's face, slowly appeared before Mo Xuanfang's eyes.

Mo Xuanfang was surprised and delighted, and grabbed him to look him up and down: "Are you okay?"

There were bloodstains on Wei Siying's chest and abdomen, staining his white shirt red.But there were faint traces of tears on his face, but there seemed to be a peaceful and tired expression in his expression. He opened his mouth weakly, without making a sound, and fell into Mo Xuanfang's arms softly.

Mo Xuanfang put his arms around him, at this moment he also forgot his scruples, just opened his shirt to check, and saw that although there were bloodstains on his chest and abdomen, there were no wounds, as if he was intact.

He looked at himself again, and there was indeed a lot of blood on the chest and abdomen, but there were no wounds on his body.

Presumably that illusion is indeed a reality. Both of them have symptoms of injury and bleeding, but they have never been injured.

Mo Xuanfang felt a little at ease, he just felt that something was lost and found again, there is nothing better than this.

Wei Siying finally made a sound in his arms, but muttered "Master". Under the exhaustion of his mind, he fell asleep.

It turned out that it was Mo Xuanfang that Wei Siying saw in the other door just now, and a man also interfered with his voice, forcing him to kill Mo Xuanfang who was seriously injured and fell to the ground.

But that scene happened on the battlefield five years ago, the terrifying battle between master and apprentice in the Dingtian Divine Formation, a scene that he dared not recall in his dreams, reappeared in front of Wei Siying.

But this time, Wei Siying didn't do anything.

That's great, I don't need to be the Dragon Emperor this time.

He happily fulfilled the ending of the nightmare eight years ago, stabbed himself with the sword, and followed Mo Xuanfang away.

Mo Xuanfang didn't know what Wei Siying saw and what he did in the other door. At this moment, he only heard the word "Master" from Wei Siying's mouth, and his heart twitched violently.

Five years ago, Wei Siying also called out to his master in the magic circle in the city of billions of dollars. At that time, his voice was mournful and desperate, but he resolutely injured himself seriously.

Five years later, Mo Xuanfang heard these two words again, but it was with a sweet and greasy voice that had never been seen in his memory.

It turned out that he finally recognized me as a master and was willing to be a disciple of Ziyun Sect.

In the dark ancient tomb covered by fire, Mo Xuanfang saw peace on Wei Siying's face for the first time. He gently wiped away the remaining blood stains on his cheeks, wishing him to stay in his dream for a while longer, he would use gold Take care of your body and protect it carefully.

At this time, Mo Xuan had a clear view of the surroundings. Although he had not left the ancient tomb, the environment in the ancient tomb had changed. It was no longer a long and narrow corridor with no end in sight. The two previous doors were broken. In the tomb.

The tomb chamber is about [-] to [-] feet long and [-] feet wide, with a ceiling of [-] feet. There is no door or window, and there are ever-burning lamps in the four corners, which looks very majestic.

There are three dark coffins placed side by side in the center, and it is not known whether the owner of the tomb is asleep inside.

Seeing that there was no danger for the time being, Mo Xuanfang guarded Wei Siying and rested for a while, then carefully placed Wei Siying on the ground, and walked closer to the coffin to check.

Take a closer look at the huge inner and outer coffins, which can hold at least seven or eight people in each mouthful. The whole body of the coffin is dark red, and it is made of rare heptapod wood. The cover and body of the coffin are engraved with runes, which are exactly the same as those on the walls of the corridor. .

Mo Xuanfang guessed that the people buried in this forbidden tomb must not be mortals.Therefore, he bowed to the coffin as a slight compliment, and then tried to lift the leftmost coffin lid, which was unexpectedly easy to open.

A strong bone-condensing aroma rushed over.

There was no corpse in the coffin, not even any clothes, only the coffin was covered with blood, which exuded an eerie color in the dark red coffin, and the blood that should have been stinking was also covered by the strong fragrance of bone coagulation.

Mo Xuanfang frowned, only to feel that the Gu worms in his stomach were churning again, the blood water gave off a faint light, and more than a dozen blue butterflies that were not stained with blood flew out.

The pain in Mo Xuanfang's stomach was even worse, he supported the coffin with his hands, and held back, waiting to see the direction in which the butterfly flew.

But the butterfly did not go around the coffin, and I don't know what it meant.

At this moment, Wei Siying woke up probably because of the strong smell of the condensed bone fragrance.

He closed his eyes and followed the scent as he approached the coffin, but he lifted the lid of the coffin in the middle.

It was too late for Mo Xuanfang to stop it, and saw that the other coffin was also covered with blood. When the coffin lid was opened, the third coffin was also lifted by an inexplicable force, revealing the bright red blood inside.

The blood on the chests and abdomens of the two people was sucked into the air, and the blood dripped into the blood of the three coffins.

And the dozens of blue butterflies also began to divide into three groups, and plunged into the bloody water of the three coffins.

Two red vortexes immediately formed in the center of the blood and water, and the vortexes turned faster and faster, bringing the blood and water in the coffin together in one place, and it disappeared completely in a short while.

At the bottom of the three coffins, there was a coffin the size of a person. It was still made of seven obsidian wood and engraved with runes, but there was a fist-sized copper lock between the coffin lid and the coffin body.

Mo Xuanfang tried to open one of them, but the coffin lid remained motionless, obviously a key was needed to open the copper lock, and the butterfly had disappeared, so these two coffins were the way out.

Wei Siying couldn't stop panting beside him, and he fell to the ground, and Mo Xuanfang also felt exhausted, as if the blood in the coffin just now came from them.

Mo Xuanfang walked over and protected Wei Siying with his golden body, which was also crumbling.

At this moment, the stone slab under their feet suddenly showed scarlet blood, and the blood slowly dispersed, and it turned out to be a large piece of writing written in blood: "The mountain of Buzhou collapsed, and then turned into the body of the revolving Buddha, for the gods and gods. The moon is prosperous, and the thousand-year-old opens and closes. In the ancient gods, there was a pure land of Hongyu, which was called Yanyi at first.

The god emperor Taiyi is in charge, and he has eight guardians under his seat, ruling countless gods and people.

One day, the emperor saw the white hair dyed in the blue silk, and knew that the spiritual energy was not smooth, the way of heaven was not clear, and the filthy pure land would end in chaos.

At that time, there was a butterfly in the palace, which was around the dancing emperor.The emperor was troubled, and the spiritual energy burst out violently, and the butterfly disappeared immediately.

The emperor killed without reason, unwilling to be burdened by the crime, so he gave birth to love decorations.

Who knows that there is accumulated resentment in it, remorse gives rise to resentment, and it turns into resentment before it becomes a butterfly.Qi nourished for a long time, is enchanting.

It is the husband who is enchanting and goes in and out between the gods and the people, causing troubles repeatedly.Later, among the eight protectors of the party, he opened up the land of immortals, established Dongyi, and called himself Dongtinghuang.

At dusk in the east, old grievances and new wounds lead to great battles.

The Emperor Taiyi personally broke the East Pavilion, and the East Pavilion was about to die, but he couldn't bear to be hurt, so he demoted the East Pavilion to the lower three realms, and became a butterfly demon.

The butterfly demon's name is Hu Wei, and its word is Cairong.The lower realm is dominated by butterfly demons, and countless animals and plants are transformed into demons. They are all cultivated into demons. Hu Weijian was a demon clan, and he was called the Great Demon King.Even after his death, his descendants will be the demon kings for generations. "

As soon as Mo Xuanfang finished reading the text for Wei Siying, he saw butterflies slowly flying out towards the ever-burning lamps at the four corners.

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