Cultivate with an African God

Mu Xinghe knew what Shen Xiu wanted to do almost immediately, and became extremely panicked.His mood was ups and downs, his eyes were bright and then dark, and finally his brows were deeply furrowed, and he was about to walk towards the Golden Luan Hall.

"Young Master," Mo Yujun lazily called to stop him, and said casually, "Did you want to seek death in the past? Linyuan Lord is full of tricks, if he dares to set up a situation, he is naturally sure to solve everything."

Mu Xinghe shook his head: "No."

He was anxious and didn't say much.

——Shen Xiu is indeed very strong, even he can't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he sees Shen Xiu.But just because he is indestructible doesn't mean he is indestructible.After all, Shen Xiu is a body of flesh and blood, he will have unforeseen things, he will be injured, and he will also be in pain.

Maybe even... die.

What's more...he may know what Shen Xiu is for.

Mo Yujun didn't intend to let him go, he slowly pointed in the direction of the palace gate and asked, "Where are your friends? Don't you care?"

Mu Xinghe still shook his head: "No."

Since he already knew what Shen Xiu wanted to do, he knew that the soul condensed by the poisonous mist was no threat to Zhong Zijin.

He believed so.

Zhong Zijin stood in the darkness.

As night fell, I saw some moonlight just now, but now a gust of wind came, and dark clouds covered the moonlight again.

The night gave a clear outline to the person in front of him. The person looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if he was looking at wood, stone and dust.

Zhong Zijin withdrew his hand, only a pale skeleton remained in that hand, which could no longer hold his sword.But his eyes almost never moved away from that person, as if he was afraid that the other person would turn into a wisp of smoke and dissipate before his eyes.

The voice rolled in his throat for a moment, it was rare for him to have such a moment of hesitation, he hesitated and hesitated, and finally he said softly: "You...do you remember me?"

"You are Zhong Zijin."

Zhong Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, he took a step forward, but was pushed away by the other party without hesitation.At this moment, he finally saw some obvious expressions on that familiar and indifferent face-even if the meaning of those expressions was mocking.

"So what?" The voice was a little low, once it was as appropriate as a clear spring flowing, but now it was cloudy and uncertain, "Isn't it enough for you to jump on my head before?"

Zhong Zijin stopped his movements, he had no time to look at where he had removed the flesh and blood and only the bones remained, the sound of the heart as if being pinched and the flesh and flesh being squeezed seemed to be inaudible, only bursts of pain spread throughout the limbs and bones.

He knew that the person in front of him was Wen Xingze, and now he confirmed it again through Wen Xingze's words.But the breath of the other party is strange, cold, it belongs to the breath of death and evil thoughts, it is no longer the human sword cultivator who is like the warm winter sun, it is not the one who grew up with him, made troubles together, and took adventures together, who made him No matter what you do, you don't worry about the back road.

It was just a wisp of remnant soul, after going through unimaginable changes that Zhong Zijin could never imagine, it would never become what he missed again.

"If it wasn't for the new body," Wen Xingze looked down at his hand that was covered with green mist, and said calmly, "I'm afraid I really couldn't help but kill you."

Zhong Zijin hugged Wen Xingze directly. Amidst the voice of his flesh and blood being evaporated, his voice was a little wet, but his eyes were bright: "This trick is useless to me....I have been using it all these years I am very annoyed, how could I avoid you for so long because of one insignificant word, but now you say a hundred words like this—ten thousand words that are more important than this, I will not leave again. "

Wen Xingze broke free almost immediately, and Zhong Zijin made a sound of pain. He had fought a Taoist and was in a very weak state, and now he almost lost control of his body, but at this moment he fell to the ground , still holding Wen Xingze's hand with his weak hand.

A hand with only bones left, and a cold hand with no substance.

Zhong Zijin lost his strength, so he squatted on the ground, still looking closely at Wen Xingze.

"When you tell lies, you don't like to look at people, I know that."

"For so many years, you have not been tortured to death, you are more remarkable than anyone else, and I am... more fortunate than anyone else."

Wen Xingze seemed unable to stand his gaze, so he closed his eyes.

"Of course I am not completely destroyed," he said lightly, "but I am not the Wen Xingze I used to be. I have tried my best to retain some of my will, but I will inevitably be eroded by the power of evil thoughts. I may remember you today, but I may not remember you tomorrow." I don’t remember, if I don’t kill you today, I’m sure I won’t even kill your friends tomorrow.”

Zhong Zijin looked at the way he spoke.

He didn't know why Wen Xingze was able to condense into a body through the poisonous mist, but he knew that it might only be a good thing for him.Wen Xingze only left a little soul, but it carried a lot of strange aura and was tainted with endless evil thoughts. He had seen many Taoists who were corrupted by demon cultivators. Being haunted by demons was the easiest end, and they would even be overwhelmed by evil thoughts. To control, to become a complete stranger, to become a body parasitized by ghosts and demons.

What's more, Wen Xingze doesn't even have a body.

Wen Xingze's appearance has not changed from back then, even though he may not be able to hold a sword, smile like he did back then, and like back then... He wanted to protect the Yingzhou Sword Sect from the wind and rain, but perhaps, his heart was still the same. It is the same as back then, even if every step is trapped, it is still going against the wind.

Otherwise, how could anyone bear so much pain, survive hard, retain their own memories, and then stand in front of him.

Zhong Zijin stared at him, his eyes were filled with the night's cool wind and the distant sky light, his voice was very soft, as soft as flying catkins.

"Brother, go back to Yingzhou."

"I'll take you back to Yingzhou."

Wen Xingze was silent for a long time, and finally said: "...you let go."

Then there was a slight sigh in his words, just like the time when Zhong Zijin had a whim in the middle of the night and asked him to get up for a competition, bought an extremely expensive and useless sword manual for no reason, and stopped someone who seemed to be a master and disappeared. , Sigh came through many times, just like in the past.

"If you die here, who will take me back to Yingzhou?"

Mu Xinghe's footsteps stopped, in front of him was a black mist that reached the sky, and an invisible barrier blocked his footsteps.

He looked up, on the top of the hall, Shen Xiu stood facing the wind, the wind lifted his robe, the sky covered with dark clouds was above his head, and in front of him was the tall and thin figure that Mu Xinghe dare not forget.

There is no magic spectrum of innate innocence.

...That's right, Shen Xiu brought the Xiantianzhen magic book here to borrow strength, but the Xiantianzhen magic book looked like it didn't completely surrender to him, and it was Shen Xiu who really fought against the soul-destroying mirror.

In fact, Shen Xiu seldom uses methods other than swordsmanship, and the occasional use of spells is just a matter of convenience, not to mention magic cultivation skills.However, what he used today was a thorough magic cultivation technique.

The blood moon is hidden in the sky, and black crows are flying.

In the dark night, Shenxiu's side was full of blood, and his moves were fierce. Even if he was tens of feet away, he could feel the killing intent that did not leave any space for others. Among them, his face is white and his green robe is like bamboo, not stained by a speck of dust.

Hua Xiangrong raised her head and looked at the distant sky covered with dark clouds and thick fog, with an ominous color of blood flashing, and sighed softly.

"This battle, if it is outside, maybe it will be spread by the world again."

Mo Yujun didn't look at it at all, and closed his eyes to rest his mind. Hearing the words, he said: "If you are not outside, you will let the world spread the word."

Hua Xiangrong was startled, and then said: "...Mr. Mo Yu really lives up to his reputation."

Mo Yujun glanced at the sky, smiled lazily, and said, "He is the one who lives up to his reputation. Forcing an innate spirit treasure to this point, even with the help of the innate magic spectrum, but in someone else's situation, the innate magic spectrum can't do it." He dared to put in all his strength... In the past, I never paid much attention to his deeds, but now that I have seen him personally, I know why he was able to secure the position of Demon Lord at such a young age."

"People who can sit in high positions naturally have some abilities." Hua Xiangrong smiled lowly, "Whether it's good to be a demon king or a Taoist king, the most important thing to reach a certain position is not how good your hand is." It is his own xinxing. Mr. Linyuan has the courage to force Xiantian Lingbao, and he has the confidence to fight desperately, which is enviable. Mr. Moyu has always judged the overall situation clearly, when it is broken, it is broken, and it is time to let it go. Entangled by delusion, no matter how fierce the battle between the demon sects is, they have never stood still, which is admirable."

"Ha." Mo Yujun sneered and stopped talking.

Mu Xinghe stood outside the barrier, his hands and feet were icy cold from the night wind.

Shen Xiu has been battling with the soul-destroying mirror for a long time, and his mind is rarely at peace due to the situation in front of him.

He saw sharp blades condensed by black mist piercing into Shen Xiu's body one after another. Shen Xiu was standing upright, but she couldn't help retreating behind the attacks.

But he couldn't take a step closer.

...Even if it is close, it is difficult to find a chance to break the situation.

The glazed tiles were shattered, and Shen Xiu's black hair was scattered, covering half of his side face, only his pale complexion could be seen.

The fog became thicker and thicker, and it was almost difficult to see Shen Xiu's figure anymore.Those fogs were pitch black, gradually becoming dense clouds, sinking inch by inch, as if to swallow the person standing in the wind.

But suddenly a blood-colored bird hit the dark cloud, and the dark cloud dispersed. Shen Xiu stood in the flowing cloud and slowly stood up.

The flying bird condensed into his blood-colored long sword, and its wings were faintly visible on the side of the sword.

That ray of sword light broke through all the smog like the rising sun.

All the darkness dissipated, and there was no sound in the palace.

The blood moon also gradually faded its ominous color, and the cold moonlight fell on the top of the Golden Luan Hall.The glazed tiles were in a mess, and the beast decoration on the eaves was also torn apart. The man was sitting in the mess, but there was no mess at all.

When he saw Mu Xinghe jumping onto the roof of the hall, even though his breath was weak and weak, even though his face was pale, even if his long hair was disheveled, he just smiled as if nothing had happened: "There is a moon tonight."

Mu Xinghe ran all the way, his breathing was rough, he stumbled into the gravel and ashes, but when he saw Shen Xiu, he didn't say a word, walked to him and sat down silently.

The moonlight fell on the silhouette of that person, giving off the same cool breath.

There is indeed a moon tonight.

Mu Xinghe rarely spoke.But Shen Xiu next to him didn't speak. In the silence of the rest of their lives, they just sat and watched the moon in the distance.

"Everything is over," Shen Xiu said softly after a long time, "You should be happy."

The moonlight was cold, and when it fell on Shen Xiu's face, she became even paler.This person was about to fall down almost at any time, with a tired look on his face.It's just that he still sat upright, like a tall tree standing alone in the wind.

"Yeah, I'm happy," Mu Xinghe muttered to himself, "The poisonous fog is gone, the dead city is destroyed, no one will die here again, I broke through, and even Senior Brother Xiao Wen was brought back by you , I should be happy."

But Mu Xinghe turned his head, his eyes seemed to be burning with flames, staring at Shen Xiu scorchingly: "But what about you, what do you do?"

He didn't know how long Shen Xiu had been planning, what kind of twists and turns he had to use to snatch brother Xiao Wen's soul from Xiantian Lingbao, and what method he used to force the dead city to unfold and make brother Xiao Wen's soul escape.But he saw how Shen Xiu fought and got hurt.

He had nothing to do with these things.

Mu Xinghe originally thought that Shen Xiu was like snow on a cold mountain, unattainable and icy cold.However, he bumped into the mountain by mistake and touched this piece of snow.

He wanted to hold that piece of snow in the palm of his hand, but found that it was not always so white and cold.

That is just a piece of snow, something that is in accordance with the weather, it will melt and dissipate.

Can't keep it.

Shen Xiu was silent for a moment, and said: "After I found the trace of the life-eclipsing mirror, I kept pressing secretly to stop it from using Wen Xingze to repair itself. The repair of the life-eclipsing mirror is to crush other people's souls into fly ash, which can be used Hundreds of thousands of years of suffering from inner demons have consumed the consciousness of others, but Wen Xingze is indeed amazing, and there are still residual consciousnesses left. When the life-eclipsing mirror is critical to repair, I have been obstructed again and again, and it is almost broken. Expand the dead city and use karma to accommodate the souls of people related to the past to overcome difficulties. But because it almost exhausted its strength to construct the dead city, it lacks strength, so I took advantage of it. Wen Xingze's soul is also a part of the life-eating mirror. Because the power could not be completely absorbed, it was mixed with the dead souls of the past and turned into a poisonous mist. Now that the consciousness of the life-eating mirror has been defeated, he can use the remaining power of the dead souls to condense the entity. Although it is not perfect, at least he can Got it back."

But Mu Xinghe turned his face roughly with his hands. The face was so unfamiliar, but the expression was familiar to him, and his eyes seemed to have the color of newly melted snow.

Mu Xinghe seemed not to have heard what he just said, and repeated in a stiff tone: "Then what about you, what do you do?"

Shen Xiu's brows and eyes softened a little, the thin look of astonishment faded away, and he slowly pulled his hand away.

"I'm really not very good now," he said, "Even if it's damaged and pressed by me every step of the way, it's still an ancient spirit treasure that was once comparable to the innate magic spectrum. The strength of my body was scattered, and I fell into the world of Xiaoqian that I was implicated in the past, and now it is indeed less than eleven of the original strength."

However, Mu Xinghe's heart became angry when he heard it, and he felt chills again and again.

However, at this time Shen Xiu raised his eyebrows, like a spring breeze blowing over his brows, with a burning spirit: "But I won in the end."

Mu Xinghe pursed his lips and remained silent.

Shen Xiu noticed the look in his eyes, and was a little confused, but finally thought for a moment, and patted his head lightly: "The cunning rabbit still has three holes, I can't know the danger and not make some arrangements. I can know the strength What kind of small world is scattered in it, after processing, no one can take it for himself, and I will take it back in time." He paused, and then said: "You don't need to worry about me."

Mu Xinghe looked at him and shook his head: "Given time... so many people are staring at you, and there are people plotting against you wherever you go, how can you take time?"

Shen Xiu didn't speak.

Mu Xinghe naturally knew why Shen Xiu said it would take time.He said that he would have someone behind him to help him recover in Xiaoqian World, but Shen Xiu's current state obviously could not bear the pain of changing the world, and there were many dangers, what kind of dangers would he have to go through to wait until that time?

Mu Xinghe picked up a piece of glazed tile and threw it to the ground. Accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering, he said in a muffled voice, "What the hell am I getting mad at..."

He sat dully for a long time, stretched out his hand, took the gauze-like moonlight, and stared at it for a moment.

"It doesn't seem to be a big problem." He suddenly smiled, and the wind blew his hair, and his smile was in full bloom in the wind, "I am also a master of the soul refining stage now, this time, I can always protect your."

Shen Xiu stared at him with quiet and deep eyes.His face was as white and cold as porcelain under the moonlight.

But Mu Xinghe was not awkward, looking straight at him, just like his unshakable determination: "Shen Xiu, even if you are broken into pieces, I will put you back together piece by piece."

Shen Xiu turned her head away as if she couldn't bear that gaze, and responded with a low voice.

The sky and the earth fell into a long silence, only the dust was churning from far to near.

"Hello, Shen Xiu."

"Ok?"

Shen Xiu's eyes are like lakes under the moonlight.

He wanted to ask why Shen Xiu wanted to help him at all costs, but seeing that expression, he felt that there was no need to ask.

Anyway, asking would not be the answer he wanted.

Shen Xiu has always been a fool.

He likes the Yunfu faction, so in order to prevent the Yunfu faction from being involved in danger, he would rather be misunderstood by the world, including his own master, and leave Yunfu.He once had a sincere friendship with his friend, so even if this friendship is gone or only traps and calculations are left, he will go to the appointment willingly.

The first time Shen Xiu helped him, he would cover up something and ask him if he had any plans.

But now he doesn't ask any questions.

Shen Xiu looked far away, but suddenly smiled.

"Xianzhen Mopu's words are actually annoying, but he is still right about one thing."

Mu Xinghe turned his head blankly and looked at Shen Xiu.Shen Xiu's breath was weak and cold, but it seemed that his breath was extraordinarily hot.

Shen Xiu just shook her head with a smile, and didn't say any more.

"Everything is over, after the complete destruction, we can leave." He looked into the distance and changed the subject.

It was probably because the fierce battle finally made him tired, and he relaxed. On a night when the moon was thin, the sky and the earth were silent, as if only the sound of their heartbeats and shallow breathing remained.

The true energy between the heaven and the earth is flowing slowly, and then collide with each other and annihilate each other.

The buildings in the distance continued to collapse and turned into fly ash, and even the invisible mountains melted into the night.

All things perish.

The capital began to crumble from the edge, rushing toward them like waves from all sides.

They sit side by side on the highest point of the capital, the moonlight elongates their shadows, everything is silent, the dead city that swallows souls is about to be destroyed, the world is rushing to death in silence, only their breath is in the ruins that have experienced death, curse and madness Quietly intertwined.

"Before you put me together, let's watch the destruction of the world together."

The author has something to say:

Thank you for the mine of 23666149, thank you for the mine that called me Xiandi, thank you for the mine of Anwaiづで~

This part is over, usually there will be some activities at the end of a part, do you still remember!Is there such a tacit understanding!