Cultivate with an African God

"I used spells to strengthen the palace gate, but it can only last for a while." The musician also looked into the distance. The dead souls seemed to form an army, slowly approaching in the poisonous mist, "Can he really solve the problem?"

"I believe him," Zhong Zijin shook his head. "If you don't believe me, you can still hide in the palace like Mr. Mo Yu. The palace must be a mess now, and hiding is much easier than before."

The musician turned his head to look at Zhong Zijin, with calm and deep eyes: "My name is Mu Ye, a demon cultivator, and her name is Jiang Wan. My name is entrusted to you, which proves my trust in you."

Zhong Zijin was stunned, and said: "My name is Zhong Zijin, I think you all know it before. I don't doubt you, but for me, I can believe that he can do anything, and I am willing to create for him what he can do." conditions, but you may not be willing to believe it, and you may not be willing to bear the consequences."

"I really can't put all my hopes on other people," Mu Ye smiled, and patted him on the shoulder, "However, instead of hiding and letting him attract dead souls, making the situation unmanageable, it is better to fight early .I do my best and make decisions that I can be sure of, and I won't regret it after that."

Mu Ye stood up and took Jiang Wan's hand: "Ah Wan, help me make some magic circles."

Zhong Zijin didn't know how to use spells, so he had to stand in front of them with his sword in his arms.Mu Ye is a person who is easy to feel close to. Even before such a fierce battle, he can make the atmosphere harmonious.

His hand turned into a huge wooden knife, split the rocky ground, and carved out the shape of the talisman, talking casually about his previous affairs.

"As your friend guessed, the identity in this dead city should be related to the original identity. When I woke up, I found that I was a court musician, and it was rumored that there was a princess in the palace who was very timid. I knew it at a glance. A Wan——when we were in the lower realms, she was the least favored little princess, fearful every day, afraid of everything."

Jiang Wan was originally immersed in the magic circle on the ground, and a huge mushroom covered the raindrops for her. Her red cheeks were clearly visible in the shadows. She pursed her lips and raised her hand to form a spell Flying out, Mu Ye turned his head to avoid it, and still smiled: "You are not afraid of me."

Zhong Zijin looked at them and asked suddenly: "After you came to this world, were you the one who protected her all the time?"

"It can't be said that there is no protection or no protection. If you take her away from her original life, then you will be responsible for her life."

What Mu Ye said was simple, but Zhong Zijin knew it was not easy.

It is difficult for a person to walk alone. It takes a lot of maturity to be responsible for oneself, and even more courage to be responsible for others.

Jiang Wan pouted, a little angry: "Just want to be responsible to me? I don't need it!"

Mu Ye turned his head, looked at Jiang Wan smiling, and she lowered her head again, before slowly saying, "Do you think I will be responsible to others casually?"

"Ah..." Zhong Zijin looked away and stared into the distance, it was going to rain.

The storm and the poisonous fog came more quickly.

Zhong Zijin stood on the tower, he felt that sweat was between him and the sword.There was silence all around, only the sound of rain.

He originally thought that many palace guards would come to harass him, but there was nothing, only the poisonous mist rolling in.Mu Ye sat aside, looking into the distance.

His complexion became more and more serious, and he would have chatted with Zhong Zijin for a while, but he has not said a word for a long time now.

The ghosts in the poisonous fog were pressing down like an army. Jiang Wan was arranging the magic circle by the palace gate. He looked at her figure, and there was a sigh in his voice: "Little brother, do me a favor."

Zhong Zijin listened to him.

"Help me take Ah Wan away. I will fight him here to the death. If I win, I will find you. If I lose...and take her to another little brother, she may be able to help you." He breaks."

"Why?" Zhong Zijin asked, "Didn't your original plan be for us to repel him together?"

"I was wrong. I didn't expect him to be so strong because of these dead souls." Mu Ye shook his head and smiled, his eyes fell on him, almost seeing his soul, "I can feel When it comes to the attacking ghost, Ah Wan is not good at fighting, and you will not be his opponent."

The usual Zhong Zijin would refute that Jianxiu has always used the weak to defeat the strong and is not afraid of any enemy, but at this time he couldn't say anything, because he did his best in front of that person, but in the end he fled.

He also didn't believe in himself.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops fell on the ground, making the sound of beating.In the sound of rain, there are very light footsteps, stepping on the rain.

It was a gray-robed Taoist, walking slowly while holding a soul-calling flag, which was soaked in rain, but still swaying against the wind.They have come before the palace gate.

The road was almost invisible at the gate of the palace. The corpses of the Rebel Army and the Forbidden Army were all mixed together in the same place, and there was no place to set foot on.

However, the gray-robed Taoist stepped over the corpses without looking sideways. Wherever he passed, the fallen corpses slowly stood up, and even the ever-spreading blue poisonous mist slowly formed deeper shadows, silently following him. .

The palace gate was battered by the rebels for several days, and it was already in a state of damage, but at this time, because of several huge logs blocking it, the palace gate could not be broken open for a while.

The Taoist drooped his eyelids, as if he was not interested in anything, the dead souls passed him, went straight to the palace gate, were blocked, and kept hitting the palace gate with their bodies, one after another, as if they felt no pain at all.

Even the city walls trembled.

The palace gate was smashed open, one door was completely broken and collapsed on the ground in a twisted way, the Taoist walked slowly with the spirit-calling banner, the corpses pressed by the palace gate trembled and crawled out from the heavy door , to join the ranks of followers.

The palace was very calm, very silent, only the heavy rain was left, and there was no human voice.

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the sky and the earth suddenly became bright, and then suddenly dimmed, followed by rolling thunder.The army of dead souls marched into the palace, but their steps stopped suddenly - countless vines suddenly grew out of the ground, tightly wrapped around their legs, and continued to spread upwards and outwards, The dead souls were connected to each other by the vines, and they couldn't even move a step!

The vines were still growing, and the entrance of the palace was densely piled up with corpses, but at this moment it was covered with green leaves, and the wide leaves received the rain and dew, showing vigorous vitality.

At this time, countless ice crystals fell with huge raindrops, and both corpses and plants were covered by ice and snow.

This is the power of the magic circle!

The Taoist realized that he was deeply trapped in the magic circle, but he didn't panic. He tore off the vines on his body and stretched out the soul-calling flag. The dead souls under the ice crystals burst one by one, and there were ice crystals and broken plants everywhere. Their bodies re-condensed, and their bodies were particularly distorted and terrifying because of the explosion and condensation.

A man came to him in the frozen world, with the meaning of a desperate fight.

Zhong Zijin led Jiang Wan to the depths of the palace.He could easily trace the path of Mu Xinghe. Wherever Mu Xinghe passed, there was nothing but chaos.During the heavy rain, Jiang Wan's umbrella was almost torn apart by the raindrops.She was very quiet and careful, and Zhong Zijin was not a chatty person like Mu Xinghe, and the two of them walked through the rain in silence.

Among the overwhelming sound, Zhong Zijin heard the sound of drums.

From the palace gate came the sound of rain.Majestic and pathetic, it almost breaks people's hearts.

Jiang Wan suddenly turned around.

The wind and rain were blowing, and the paper umbrella in her hand was blown over, but she didn't even look at it. Her lips trembled, and she said softly, "I have to go back."

Zhong Zijin was silent for a moment, then said: "But he asked me to take you away to protect you."

"He's an asshole," Jiang Wan took a deep breath, still trembling, "I know...he likes me so much that he's willing to die for me. But life and death should be my own choice, and I don't want to listen to him."

The heavy rain poured down, making her figure extraordinarily slender.

"I'm a very useless person," the sound of the wind and rain almost drowned her voice, but her eyes that were often full of timidity were so clear and calm at the moment, "I don't know how to deal with people, I'm afraid of seeing people , Afraid of conflict with others, afraid of losing, rarely fights with others, and always loses in fights, but he is a very powerful person, can defeat anyone, always protects me behind him, he is not afraid of anything when I am around. He said he would carry my whole life, but I, who is so useless, also want to carry his weight—he cannot sacrifice for me forever.”

Zhong Zijin looked at her.She turned her head and smiled at Zhong Zijin.

Zhong Zijin remembered seeing that smile on other people's faces before, it was a smile that looked down on life and death - although he was unwilling, but never regretted the smile, Zhong Zijin was terrified.

"Go," she said softly, "your friends still need you."

The cold raindrops fell on his body, and the thin figure of the woman gradually drifted away.The blood on the ground was almost washed away by the heavy rain, leaving only a faint color.

A flash of lightning pierced the sky, and the sound of thunder seemed to explode in his ears.Zhong Zijin took a deep breath and ran towards the heavy rain.

It is impossible for him to let go of the responsibilities entrusted by others for the so-called better results without knowing the results. More importantly, this time, he does not want to admit defeat.

He knows that even if he goes, he can't change anything. Time has passed for a long time, and it will be difficult for Zhong Zijin, the enemy Mu Ye can't defeat, to turn things around, but at least this time, he wants to face his own powerlessness, and never again Such impotence throws in the towel.

Whether the sword has become blunt or no longer under his control, at this moment he wants to use the sword.It has nothing to do with talent or love, just because he has weight on his shoulders and a sword in his hand.

Heavy rain covered the palace, and numerous ghost figures loomed in the rainstorm.

Mu Ye and the Taoist were fighting fiercely, the ground had been tossed badly, branches and leaves were staggered, and dead bodies were strewn across.The Taoist finally showed a tired appearance after the long battle, but Mu Ye's condition was even worse.There is almost no intact place on his body, his clothes are ragged, and some branches and leaves are growing from the wound.He is a demon cultivator. When a demon cultivator reveals his original form, it can only prove one thing: he no longer has the strength to maintain his human form.

The Taoist's tired look gradually faded away under Mu Ye's pressing step by step, replaced by a ruthless look that lost his patience.

He couldn't accept that he was in a stalemate with a person in a state of absolute advantage, which made him understand that even in this world his power is still limited, if he returns to this world, he will still survive like a mouse in the gutter, Step back because of failure.

But it doesn't matter... He eradicated those ants blocking the way, leaving the last person to play with slowly. In this world, he is still the strongest and unrivaled.

Thoughts together, lifeless.

"Thousand Mountain Ghost Curse!"

I saw countless dead souls standing up from the corpses, and those dead souls were chanting loudly, and their strange whispers echoed in the rain and fog.

Mu Ye has already spread his wings and cannot escape!

It was windy and rainy.

Mu Ye watched the ghost shadow approaching step by step, his strength seemed to fade away with the washing of the rain and the deafening curse, his hands began to tremble, but as long as he looked back—looking into the deep palace, he It seems to be able to gain strength again.

Yes, hope is still there, even if he fights until his blood runs dry, he still has to buy time.

The ghost image had inserted into his body, and his vitality disappeared bit by bit.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp sword made of white bones was about to be pushed into his body together with the ghost.

A ray of sword light came through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and pointed directly at the person in charge!

The swordsman's sharp blade split the ghost into two. The young swordsman's breath was very unstable due to running and fatigue, but the long-lost fighting spirit was rekindled in the once silent black pupils.

"You... go back!" Even Mu Ye felt uneasy because of this.

"Senior, I'm sorry!" Zhong Zijin shouted loudly, "I can't stop her, so I'll come too!"

His words didn't stop, the sword light was as fast as a shooting star, the Taoist commanded the dead soul just now, and his energy was a little weak, but he was caught in a flaw!

It was a sword with no origin, the sword body was cold, and there were countless subtle changes hidden on it, like an undercurrent and turbulent sea tide, and then the sword light shone, as if the moon was rising on the sea, and the sword energy came with unparalleled sword intent!

However, the sword was blocked.

What blocked him was a white bone.

The Taoist casually threw the skeleton aside, and the soul-calling flag was raised in the wind, but his eyes were still dull.

"It's just a defeat."

The dead souls around rushed towards the swordsman, and the swordsman stood at the front with only his own goal in his eyes!Standing among the dead souls, Zhong Zijin greeted the Taoist with his sword. The spirit-calling banner drew the gray mist. Zhong Zijin knew it very well, and he used the body of the dead soul to dodge and move.

Zhong Zijin's swordsmanship is fast, using the dense sword force to suppress the opponent, see through the weak points in the endless changes, and make the opponent have nowhere to go.

The Taoist casually drew bones to block them, those bones came out of the dead soul, floating in the air one by one, they still had the power to resist Zhong Zijin's moves, even Zhong Zijin's sword became slower and slower because of the obstruction!

Zhong Zijin's breathing became more and more rapid.

He sees no chance.

Such a state is not uncommon for him. Back then, he never deliberately looked for an opportunity, and his moves always followed his heart, but he didn't know when he couldn't find his heart, and his always keen sense became more and more at this moment. slow.

There was a miasma rising from the ground, and he was trapped in the miasma, and the pain began to invade his body.

For a long time, his mind was full of how to crack, dismantle moves, and how to seek opportunities to defeat the opponent, but he couldn't do anything after thinking hard, instead he was forced to retreat step by step.The feeling of powerlessness is like a fine and dense net, entangled him bit by bit, enveloping him in a dense cocoon, unable to see a little light.

This is not the first time that he has practiced swords for many years, but he has not gained any new understanding for a long time. He watched his senior brother go to die, but he has no strength to stop him.Until now, in the dead city, his fate seems to be repeated again. At first, he only needed a sword to be invincible. Later, even though he obtained many resources, he was still unable to go any further. Now he is standing In front of the opponent, he was unable to support him.

why?

Why at this moment he feels that the sword that will accompany him for the rest of his life is so heavy, so cold, and so strange.

The white bones propped up a series of ghosts, his sword became slower and slower, and it became more and more difficult to take care of.

He resisted with difficulty, the sword lost all its sharpness, he couldn't restrain the opponent, he could only watch helplessly as the opponent broke through his attack, turned into a spell, and went straight to Mu Ye.

He is clearly known for his quickness, but at this moment he couldn't hold back his moves, and watched helplessly!

However, at the same time, the raindrops in the sky turned into hail and fell one after another!

Both bones and ghosts were frozen in the air, and someone was walking towards Mu Ye in the frozen world. The figure was as thin as some kind of fragile vines without support, but it was so tough that even a storm could not destroy it.

All the ice cubes shattered together, the woman stopped in her tracks, and her complexion turned pale in an instant.Then blood oozes from the corner of her mouth, the only color in the paleness, which was wiped away by the heavy rain in an instant.

She forced a smile and stared at Mu Ye: "This time, should I protect you?"

But when Mu Ye said that she was not good at fighting, it was actually too tactful.After that spell, she seemed to be on the ground with a broken branch, her breath was weak, and she was still losing.

Mu Ye struggled to get up, but he was seriously injured, such actions caused his wound to rupture, exposing the damaged wooden inside.

Zhong Zijin was leaning on his sword, and his breathing was disordered.

It was as if he had seen this scene before, the same despair, the same powerlessness, and the same need to watch others leave him.

But it shouldn't be.

That's not why he holds a sword!

A flash of lightning tore apart the clouds, and the chaotic shadows in his mind seemed to be torn apart as well, with heart-wrenching pain.

He recalled his past.

In fact, at the beginning...he didn't care much about winning or losing, nor was he obsessed with the moves or how to break them. He always followed his own mind, chasing the sound of sword intent and heartbeat.

He has not become stronger now, on the contrary, he has become more timid day by day.

The sword of the sword cultivator has never returned, but now he is restraining his own hands and feet.

It shouldn't be!

His friend Mu Xinghe is a very interesting person, he will show what he wants on his face, and before every battle, he says that he will win, even if he has never tried.It is only now that Zhong Zijin really understands that kind of feeling - fight for it if you want it, cut off all your escape routes, and his battle will not end until the last drop of blood is shed.

When his sword is out of the sheath, only he and the enemy are left in the world, only the process, no result!

Suddenly, several bolts of lightning flashed across the sky, piercing the rainy and gloomy world. The thunder came and went, and the lightning never stopped. The world flickered, and Zhong Zijin looked back. He had confirmed the imperial city many times with Mu Xinghe It was immediately recognized that it was the location of the Golden Luan Hall, where Mu Xinghe's goal was.

--what's going on?

However, Zhong Zijin closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already calm.

What he is facing is his own opponent, behind and far behind the sword is the person to protect.

He came here because he didn't want to see anyone he cared about sacrifice in front of him again!

he will win!

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Back to the gentle update rhythm, I feel very happy~