After wearing cannon fodder, I attacked Master

Hearing this, Wei Siying suddenly thought of something, sat on the ground and frowned.

But Mo Xuanfang had already stood up, took out his fly whisk and put it in his hands, and said to those spirits: "I don't care who you are, can you recognize what I hold?"

After running around for days and working hard, but he didn't meet a single enemy, Mo Xuanfang didn't show his strength in this northern wilderness.

At this time, the coercion of Luo Tian Shangxian suddenly filled the surrounding four or five li space, purple air filled the dark night, and the dust whisk in his hand emitted a dazzling purple and gold light.

The voices around them suddenly boiled up.

A ghost screamed: "It's the dust fly!"

Mo Xuanfang nodded slightly: "Assuming you are smart, this is something left by the Taoist ancestors. It can collect the world's filth. Naturally, you and other things that are shameful are also being collected."

The ghosts were chattering about something, and soon, a voice said: "Xianzun, it's useless for you to scare us like this, this place is not under our control. To be honest, we are just some gatekeepers, guarding the door. This place has been here for nearly a thousand years, and I will be able to go home in three years. If I let you go, we will all die here. Immortal, why are you making trouble?"

Three years... thousand years...

Wei Siying frowned even more deeply, as if he had grasped something.

At this time, I heard Mo Xuanfang say again: "This deity only asks for one thing, not to separate this deity from the people around him, it's not a difficult situation."

Wei Siying couldn't help raising his head to look at Mo Xuanfang, seeing that he didn't seem to be joking.

Why, don't ask about the origin of this place, don't ask about the way to break the formation, is this fate with yourself so important?

Or, is he the descendant of Hong Ying?

cut……

Wei Siying turned his face away, looking at the desolate wilderness beyond the barrier.Although the loud sounds of the earth shaking were blocked outside the barrier, they roared endlessly in his heart.

At this time, Jingguai said again: "We are not alienating, every sentence is telling the truth. The stream of the butterfly is an altar for sacrifices, named Runxiaxian. We can't say who the sacrifices are for, but there is no one here. Once you survive, you can only kill each other, and if one dies, the other can get out alive, and there is really nothing else to say. I hope the immortal will make it happen."

Before the words finished, Wei Siying suddenly interjected, "Is this Runxia Immortal related to my monster race in the Three Realms? You don't need to answer, if so, just keep silent."

The surroundings immediately quieted down.

For a long time, there was no more strange voice.

During the long night, Wei Siying lay on his back on the quilt laid by Mo Xuanfang with his hands on the pillow, crossed his legs and said, "Sect Master Mo, when will you do it? I will accompany you at any time."

Mo Xuanfang put his fly away, sat in a corner three feet away from him, and said, "This deity will not kill you. Are you going to kill this deity?"

Wei Siying turned his head to look at him, and smiled softly: "It's not necessarily a widow."

Mo Xuanfang didn't speak, and quietly closed his eyes.

Wei Siying's playful face was replaced by a wry smile in the night, if he knew today, why bother.

They don't need to sleep in tree holes tonight, but there is no moon or stars in the sky, only a dim light shining through the thick dark clouds.

Even in such a night, the profile of Xianzun is like a jade tree in the wind, and a bud in snow, and the darkness cannot overwhelm the white clothes. He is always the highest eaves protector in the Three Realms.

Wei Siying closed his eyes and let out a light breath, then turned around.

Mo Xuanfang's voice came from the darkness: "Can't you sleep?"

Wei Siying snorted softly: "Why, you still want to coax me to sleep?"

Mo Xuanfang said: "Do you want me to blow bamboo weaving for you?"

"Take care of yourself, it's too noisy." Wei Siying put his arms under his ears, opened his eyes, and closed them again.

"The deity will tell you a story." Mo Xuanfang's tone became softer.

Wei Siying couldn't bear to tease him any more, and frowned, "You've lived three thousand years, so don't tell too bad a story."

The corners of Mo Xuanfang's mouth curled up, and his clear voice said, "Yunqi Town is the hometown of this deity..."

Wei Siying's heartbeat quickened and he opened his eyes.

"The deity's hometown is located in a remote place, and it was never affected by the war. On that day, a powerful man passed by Yunqi, and Yunqi Town has been wiped out since then..."

Wei Siying's heart sank, he turned around and said, "That powerful man is Hongying."

Mo Xuanfang was slightly surprised: "You know that too?"

Wei Siying twitched the corners of his mouth and sat up with a forced smile: "Sect Master Mo has a good memory. I have heard this story [-] times. I also know that when Hongying met a god and killed a god, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddha. To kill all those who oppose him in the Three Realms, become the number one devil in the world, and dominate the Three Realms, these are the original words of Sect Master Mo. But such a person, Sect Master Mo will never forget."

Mo Xuanfang only felt that Wei Siying's words were inexplicable, and frowned slightly: "I feel guilty for Hongying... Forget it, let's not talk about this, I will tell you something else."

Wei Siying suddenly stood up, walked to Mo Xuanfang's side, and sat down next to him.

Mo Xuanfang froze for a moment, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Wei Siying said: "I'll tell a story to Sect Master Mo."

He ignored Mo Xuanfang, and just looked into the darkness in front of him: "It is said that a long time ago, there was a fairy who took his little apprentice to travel around the world. Because the apprentice was ill, the two of them rode the imperial traveler together, and the fairy went Always hug the apprentice, or carry him on his back. When injecting spiritual power into the apprentice, the immortal is also soft-spoken and spares no effort."

Mo Xuanfang said: "The apprentice must be a child, and it is very appropriate for the immortal to do so."

Wei Siying said again: "One day, the master and apprentice came to a small town. There was no one in the town, so the two of them stayed there. The little apprentice was greedy, so the immortal took him out to hunt. A man rode a white horse, running and playing in the mountain stream. Later, when the prey was caught, the Immortal Venerable even cooked for the little apprentice himself, and set fire to the cooking room."

Mo Xuanfang: "Such a cultivation level can also be called an immortal?"

Wei Siying said: "Because the little apprentice forbids the Immortal Venerable to use his spiritual power, saying that only in this way can he prove the Immortal Venerable's affection for him."

Mo Xuanfang shook his head: "The friendship between master and apprentice is justified, why do we need to prove it?"

Wei Siying looked at him, sighed quietly and said, "The two have lived in the small town for a long time, and the immortal still holds the little apprentice in his arms every day, injecting spiritual power into him, and even feeding him intimately when eating. give him.

The little apprentice's health improved a bit. One day, the little apprentice suggested drinking, and the master prepared Nvhong for him, and both of them got drunk. "

Mo Xuanfang's eyebrows were furrowed heavily, and he wanted to say something, but he restrained himself from saying it.

Wei Siying continued: "Because he was drunk, the little apprentice became more courageous. While the master was feeding him the chestnut cake, he climbed onto the master's shoulder, took a bite of the chestnut cake, and fed it into the master's mouth."

Mo Xuan stood up abruptly, with a sullen expression on his face: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Wei Siying also stood up and stared at him silently. After a long time, Wei Siying opened his mouth lightly again: "He fed the chestnut cake into Master's mouth, and Master kissed him back. Their lips and teeth intersected like a couple. Real couples..."

"boom!"

There was a loud noise, but it was Mo Xuanfang who slapped out of the barrier with his palm.

But he still couldn't calm down the anger in his chest, he flew into the air, and with several palms in succession, he turned the surrounding land upside down.

Wei Siying stared blankly at everything in front of him, his eyes were as empty as ashes.

Mo Xuanfang flew back to the barrier again, grabbed Wei Siying's shoulder, and said with red eyes: "I know your thoughts for so many years, but I still haven't killed you, why are you so stubborn and refuse to turn back? You look back Look, the deity is waiting for you behind you, and everything can be forgotten."

"Ah……"

"I'm tired of listening..." Wei Siying glanced at Mo Xuanfang lightly, then stretched out his hand to pick out his ear, "Just treat yourself like a widow who is stubborn, and kill as soon as you want. The widow just happens to be practicing, so use your blood to sacrifice this... Run Xiaxian."

The redness in Mo Xuan's eyes faded, and a chill with a faint hostility surged up.

He slowly let go of Wei Siying: "I will ask you again, have you made up your mind?"

"From the day you killed me, isn't the ending already doomed?"

Wei Siying couldn't hear sadness or joy in his voice, and dragon flames were already rising in his hands.

"Kill it, I'm tired."

As Wei Siying said, holding the dragon sword in his hand, he leaped into the air, and the dazzling dragon flames immediately tore the night apart. Along with the rumbling vibrations of the earth, the evil spirit of spirits and demons filled the sky.

Mo Xuanfang also slowly rose into the air, facing Wei Siying from afar.

Purple smoke in white clothes, ethereal and floating, behind the Xuantian purple energy is billowing murderous energy, entangled with the devil energy.

The two shot at almost the same time, and the resentment and anger that had accumulated between the two for too long broke out completely at this moment.

Once the two supreme powerhouses of the present world make a move, they will fight to the death. Both of them have no reservations. They want to kill each other, and even kill the hated self with their own hands.

The dragon entangles the purple shadow, and the chaos in the void and the sky dazzles the eyes, but it suffers from the spirits and monsters in this space. Seeing that the two people's fighting style is tantamount to dying together, if the space is really damaged, no one can survive inside, even if the guards People in this dimension cannot escape either.

"Then randomly choose someone to add some ingredients, let him quickly kill the other party, and sacrifice this Runxia Immortal."

Seeing someone's suggestion, the other spirits immediately agreed, regardless of whether he violated the rules or not, although there are only three years left, he must survive to return.

At this time, Mo Xuanfang's Dao mind was completely confused, his spiritual consciousness was not clear, and he wanted to kill Wei Siying, a traitor, regardless of the huge consumption of spiritual power here, and his hair was like a landslide and tsunami, chasing the golden shadow in front of him.

Suddenly, the golden shadow in front of him swayed, Wei Siying seemed to be dragged by something, his body was sluggish, and Long Ying staggered along with him.

Mo Xuanfang thought that Wei Siying was cheating again, so he gritted his teeth immediately, and taking advantage of this opportunity, Fusi stabbed Wei Siying like lightning.

Hit...

Wei Siying looked up weakly, the dragon's blood dripped into the altar, and the blue light shone, lighting up the whole butterfly. Wei Siying was on the verge of falling, shaking his body and falling into the giant butterfly body.

The bright red blood instantly stung Mo Xuanfang's eyes.

He stood in the purple air in a daze, watching the golden shadow fall in front of him, a bone-piercing despair surged up like an overwhelming sea.

His eyes were blurred with tears and his breathing was unstable.

He clutches his chest, it hurts there.It was an unforgettable pain.It is the pain of soul separation.

The pain caused his 3000-year cultivation to be in vain.

And that dazzling golden shadow was still falling, and was about to fall into his world.

Mo Xuanfang's brush came out, wrapping around the golden shadow that was about to fall.He rushed up and hugged Wei Siying tightly, preventing him from falling into Runxiaxian.

At this moment, Wei Siying suddenly opened his eyes in his arms, and said angrily, "Get lost."

He wanted to push Mo Xuanfang away with all his strength, because he felt an uncontrollable force pulling him to use the dragon sword to stab Mo Xuanfang.

But after all, it was a step too late.

The dragon sword pierced Mo Xuanfang's chest, and the blood flowed down the fairy's white clothes and fell into the giant butterfly on the ground.

The butterfly spreads its wings and wants to fly.

"You idiot Mo Xuanfang!" Wei Siying shouted hoarsely.

Mo Xuanfang raised his hand, but in the end he didn't raise his hand. He smiled slightly and said, "I...I don't want to part with it."