I, scum gong, never adore Master

When it's all over, we'll go back together

After all, Wu Tong was a step late, he did not find Jiang Ye in Yunmiao, but he was sure that the prison surrounded by Ruoshuitan could only be broken by Liquan, but Jiang Ye and Feng Lan Yunjian should not know this secret.

Who is it that suddenly appeared and blocked it?

Wutong didn't have time to think deeply, he searched the entire Shenyin Peak but couldn't find Jiang Ye.

At that time, Yun Jian had already arrived at Yunmiao, so he immediately focused his attention on this matter, and used the puppet technique to control Jian Shichu to stimulate Yun Jian, no matter where he hid Ye at the moment, whether he was dead or alive , as long as Feng Lan Yunjian is determined to kill Ye by swallowing weak water, he can defeat the last line of defense in his heart and make him lose his obsession with survival.

What is the life and death of these immortal mortals?

The more they were massacred inhumanely, the more it proved that Feng Lan Yun Jian couldn't hold on anymore.

When Yun Jian killed everyone, his obsession with revenge would dissipate, and he lost his true love, would he still live?Once a person dies, the power of Nirvana will belong to him!

Seeing Feng Lan Yun Jian's madness almost like falling into a devil, Wu Tong even felt that he was about to succeed.

He watched in the dark that this man whom he had taken as his apprentice, who he had secretly admired, who had been a teacher and student, who had been a friend, who had never been able to ask for anything, went mad, and felt sad and bewildered for a moment.

But... none of these can match his ambitions.

Wutong's wishful thinking hit the ground loudly, but unexpectedly, Jiangye was helped to penetrate the layers of obstacles he set up, as if appearing out of thin air, and stopped Feng Lanyun's impulse to burn his soul. The act of dying with everyone.

Before Wutong could react, the catastrophe came to an abrupt end.

The fire phoenix flew the two of them into the black sky and disappeared without a trace.

In Yunmiao Square, which was burned into ruins, a man in Tsing Yi, who was sitting leisurely in a wheelchair, slowly walked out of the black mist. He looked at Jian Shichu, who had become a corpse, but seemed to be looking at it through the corpse. With sycamore.

Wutong was in the dark, but he always felt that the young man's eyes were spying on him everywhere.

The young man in the wheelchair looked frail and bullying, and he couldn't see through his cultivation at all, but the man in black with the heavy sword on his back walked out slowly, protecting him all the time.

The man in black is the recently famous Long Xianxia!

The appearance of this person was never expected by Wutong. After he returned to the lotus temple, he hurriedly summoned Feng Wuyou, and fell to the ground almost in despair.

"You have been in the world for thousands of years, why can't you even control these variables? What the hell is that Long Xianxia?!"

Feng Wuyou paused for a moment, stretched his pale fingers out of his black sleeves, picked up the bronze mirror on the ground, and placed it properly in front of Wutong. The bronze mirror reflected half of Wutong's cheek, half of the face had shed its skin, and the rest Half of them are still branded with fiery scars, half of them are stunningly beautiful, and the other half are hideous like ghosts.

"Dragon Immortal..."

Feng Wuyou pulled the wooden chair over and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

"It's a long story to say, do you still have time to listen slowly at this juncture?"

"Then keep the story short!"

Wutong stared at him angrily, but when he glanced at the end of his eyes, he saw his hideous and ugly face in the bronze mirror. He gritted his teeth in hatred, but he couldn't tell anyone about this secret, even if Feng Wuyou had been with him for thousands of years.

Feng Wuyou: "Do you still remember the few scripts I wrote before? They are not compiled by me, after all, I refer to the scripts written by others. I wrote two scripts, one is based on your Request, to make a "Villain Story Book" for the young master of Jun's family in Cangwu City, and another one for Jiang Ye, when I know that Jun's family will mainly send him to be Feng Lanyun Jian's apprentice , I came up with this idea, the story of "the evil apprentice deceiving the teacher" should be good, I polished it for a long time, but..." He sighed suddenly as he spoke, "These two books didn't work, but the original text ..."

Wutong frowned anxiously: "The original text? Where did the original text come from? What is the original text?"

"This is..."

Feng Wuyou picked up the thin cocoon on his fingertips, and said quietly: "The protagonist of the original text has followed the entire development track and is about to complete his setting. A useless person with extraordinary talent but whose spiritual root has been abolished is disgusting to people." , even if he successfully entered the fairy gate, he is only worthy of being a disciple of the outer sect who cleans.

But because he is the son of heaven, those catastrophes are just a sharpening stone for tempering his muscles and perseverance, and all the secret treasures and treasures will be reversed because of his physique, and finally he will become him, that is - dragon, fairy, Hero! "

Arranging a life for a mortal may not be difficult for the Protoss, but making the whole world his resource is beyond the capabilities of the Protoss.

Not to mention shocking.

Wu Tong closed his eyes: "Don't tell me that the appearance of this Long Xianxia will be related to our plan."

The dark room was silent, Feng Wuyou smiled and folded his long legs, leaning lazily on the back of the chair.

"You guessed right, the protagonist of this world is him."

"Uh..." After a long silence, there was a sudden sound of smashing, Feng Wuyou's face was cut sharply, and blood oozes when his fingers lightly touched.

The bronze mirror in front of Wutong fell to the ground again, and it was so broken that it could no longer stick together.

Feng Wuyou didn't take it seriously, but smiled and said: "Oh, by the way, there is one more thing I need to report to you. Juntong is not missing, he was imprisoned by Mr. Fengyi from Cangwu City."

"So what? It doesn't matter where he is."

Looking at Wutong, who was almost furious and exuding a murderous look all over his body, Feng Wuyou raised his eyebrows slightly: "There is another thing, I think...you should be very concerned about it."

"Say!" Wutong closed his eyes, restraining the anger in Feng's eyes.

"All the gods bestowed by the gods on the immortal gate are about to wither."

"what!!"

"These divine veins have been in the human world for so many years, and they have almost exhausted the blood essence of those gods, and it will die sooner or later.

What's more, after the collapse of the Grand Meng Secret Realm last time, the divine veins were almost crumbling, but this time, Luo Yan.

Oh, that's that Long Xianxia, ​​he released the gods imprisoned in the veins one by one.You have been focusing too much on Feng Lan Yunjian recently, and you really didn't have time to pay attention to this matter. "

"A mortal! How can he be capable?! Just relying on a fictional script?"

Indus was extremely angry, the whites of the originally beautiful phoenix eyes glared to the ground, extremely ferocious and sinister, turned from shame to anger, impotent rage, there was nothing for him to break in the dark room, he stared fiercely at Feng Wuyou, slowly Land, as if suddenly figured out something.

The eyes became bloody and ferocious: "Feng Wuyou, you have followed me for thousands of years, and I trust you very much."

Feng Wuyou froze for a moment, nodded in agreement.

Indus: "Do you know me well enough?"

Before Feng Wuyou could answer, Wutong stared at him with scorching eyes, and continued: "You know me too well, I let you know, you already know, I don't let you know...you again passed How did you know?"

"Uh..." Before Feng Wuyou could explain anything in the future, a gust of wind hit him head-on, knocking him to the ground, his hood fell off, revealing a pale face that had been cut and scarred by countless fine wind knives.

"I only told you that the gift of the gods is to restrain the immortal sect. Now the immortal sect has a deep hatred for Fenglan Yunjian. The gods that no one believes in are pitiful. It is even more sad to be determined to be a demon. Their value has been used up. You Why do you still think I care so much about Shenmai? What else do you know?"

A person who was nearly driven mad by repeated failures, was able to regain his reason in the midst of his rage, and see through the guidance of Feng Wuyou's words.

Zhong Lize might not be able to do it and would be in chaos, but Wutong is different.

Ever since he used despicable means to ascend to the nine heavens ten thousand years ago, he has been ruthless enough to himself and can endure ten thousand years. He has spent thousands of years slowly thinking about the layout and planning, and he has enough patience.

Even if he is in a state of desperation, even if he is furious, his sanity can be recovered quickly.

Feng Wuyou was crushed by the sudden gust of wind and fell to the ground, unable to even stand up. Wutong took a deep breath and slowly walked up to him. His slender fingers raised the man's jaw covered with fine wounds. Staring at him morbidly.

"Feng Wuyou, since when did you rebel? What are you trying to mislead me?"

Feng Wuyou took a deep breath and swallowed the blood in his throat: "It's not misleading, I'm telling the truth, Luo Yan has indeed destroyed most of the gods, and those gods have also been released, about Juntong and you, and Even if I know about the relationship between the divine veins, I will tell you for your own good."

Wutong obviously didn't believe it.

"I'll tell you everything I know. Believe it or not, apart from what happened between you and Juntong and Shenmai, I also know that if you want to get what you want, there is only one last chance left, Feng Lanyun Advise to take out the power of Nirvana, in order to save the night."

"You should understand what this means, this is your last chance."

……

When Jiang Ye woke up, he didn't know how long he had slept. His master was by his side, and he could see that beautiful face as soon as he opened his eyes.

In a daze, he had many dreams, some were absurd, and some were the memories he had experienced with Yun Jian.

Yun Jian hugged him and hugged him, and he chatted with him a lot, telling those weird dreams one by one.

"I dreamed that I became a small stream again. You didn't cultivate a human body, but you were still a beautiful bird. At that time, the sky was pure, everything grew, and there were no humans. We spent a long time together. I also dreamed We are lying in the ice coffin together, unable to move our bodies, but I can feel that you are beside me, just like the dream that the lovebirds weaved for us..."

Jiang Ye talked so much that his mouth was dry, so his master fed him sweet spring dew. After waking up for a while, he felt sleepy again, but his master was unwilling to let him continue to sleep.

Putting clothes on him with sore limbs, summoning Huofeng, he said that he would take him out to play for two days.

There is actually Luo Yan in the same company.

Jiang Ye suddenly understood, he snuggled into his master's arms, and said a little tiredly: "Have you met Junheng already, er... that is the way of heaven. Are you going to solve the Wutong matter? Then I Just don't go to sleep now, I'll sleep after you deal with it."

Yun Jian nodded, holding Jiang Ye's wrist, sending spiritual energy to him, so as to relieve his fatigue.

After taking Bodhi Immortal Grass, Yun Jian's spiritual power has been continuously consolidated, and the night is gradually less tired, and the spirit is much better.

When he arrived at his destination, Jiang Ye looked up at the three big characters "Cangwu City" on the city wall, a little puzzled.

"Isn't the phoenix tree in the lotus temple? We're here..." He suddenly understood something, and he tightened his grip on Yun Jian's hand, his apricot eyes revealed his unbearable: "The phoenix tree and the juntong are in the same spirit, should we avoid it?" Don't drive Juntong? He...does he have to die?"

"Yeah." Yun Jian didn't hide it, "If he doesn't die, Wutong will be able to live forever, water and fire will not invade, swords and spears will not penetrate."

Even though he was mentally prepared, his night eyes darkened for a moment.

Just as Yun Jian was about to say something to comfort him, he suddenly smiled and patted his master's hand and said, "I do pity him, but if compared with you, you know my choice."

Jiang Ye knew very well that since they had the help of heaven, they had a way to solve the problem of being in harmony.

This time it was Luo Yan who came together, and Luo Yan is the real hero of this world, the son of heaven, Jun Heng naturally told him how to deal with Jun Tong.

It seems that his master has a good chance of winning, and with the help of heaven, there should be no possibility of failure. It stands to reason that Jiang Ye should be at ease, but he always feels anxious and difficult to rest in peace.

Looking at the clear sky thousands of miles away, looking at the haze that is about to dissipate.

Jiang Ye thought: Maybe I was thinking too much.

The way of heaven and Shizun have the same goal, and Wutong is the common enemy. As long as the Wutong is gone, Shizun will be free, and no one will covet Shizun's power of Nirvana anymore.

On the tower, Feng Yi was waiting for them, Yun Jian held Jiang Ye's hand tightly, and walked in together.

They boarded the city tower and looked at the mountains in the distance. Many divine veins in the entire Daze territory collapsed with a deafening roar.

Countless gods of the Yi clan wearing colorful feathers escaped from the divine cage that imprisoned them for thousands of years, soaring freely in the nine sky, hovering in the colorful sunset clouds, attracting countless civilians to stop and watch, they looked at the colorful feathers flying all over the sky , Prostrate and kneel down, worship three times and kowtow nine times, calling out miracles, except for a very few people in the immortal sect, no one knows that these gods have been imprisoned by humans for thousands of years, just to get value from them.

Far away, after Luo Yan had settled those matters, he was flying towards here with his sword.

In the end, he was never recognized by anyone as a good-for-nothing, and transformed into a son of heaven, and a hope of a new era in the world of cultivating immortals.

Jiang Ye's dark pupils reflected the glow of the sky, he smiled slightly, looked sideways at his master's beautiful outline outlined by the colorful rays of light, hooked Yun Jian's arm, and leaned on his shoulder.

"Master, your people are free, and you will be free soon."

"Ah."

"When everything is over, let's go back together. Anyway, the Demon Realm is useless, so we will live there forever."

"it is good."

Prayers are always beautiful, watching the sunset gradually fall, the sky turns twilight, and the lanterns in the city gradually light up.

Even in the dark night, it is not completely hopeless, at least someone will light a lamp for you, bring you light and warmth, snuggle up with you, and wait for the dawn together.

The sun will rise, and the night will fade.