fight for day

Lu Zhou was taken aback, and was about to ask in detail, but Ye Xu screamed again, and he couldn't care less: "Look at what's wrong with her—"

Could it be that she is about to give birth, what should I do in this barren mountain?

Song Huairan frowned, his eyes fell on Ye Xu's swollen belly, golden light shone in his eyes, and he said, "The main body is damaged, and the sub-body feels pain."

He put his hand on Ye Xu's lower abdomen, and the moonlight shrouded the girl, Ye Xuxing's face looked much normal to the naked eye.

——Not only her, even Quanshuang's breathing has calmed down a lot.

One prospers all, one loses all.Song Huairan had just probed into the details of Quanshuang's soul, and felt a familiar aura when he touched the demon fetus - the demon fetus in Ye Xu's belly was still Quanshuang in essence.

In ancient times, there was a secret method. The powerful can divide the body and mind into two, and create another body for themselves. Two bodies and one mind, each going its own way.This method of splitting the soul is very similar to the split body technique, but it is not exactly the same. The demon fetus in Ye Xu's belly is indeed the descendant of Quanshuang, but there are two souls and three souls of Quanshuang living inside.

When the demon fetus is born, the Dao of Heaven will complement the other souls and four souls for it. At that time, Quanshuang will have two bodies, breaking away from the relationship between life and death. Even if one withers, the other can inherit the memory and aura.

——This kind of magic technique that goes against the laws of heaven is like a way of longevity.

Song Huairan faintly sensed something, and raised his eyes to look at Lu Zhou.

Lu Zhou didn't look at him, and when Ye Xu's expression softened, he immediately ran to Ye Zhuming.

"Zhuming—" Lu Zhou looked at the dying man covered in bruises, felt distressed and blamed himself, "Why, how did it become like this..."

He didn't even dare to hug him. On the contrary, Ye Zhuming became much more energetic after seeing him. He took the initiative to hold Lu Zhou's hand with gentle eyes: "Don't worry, I'm fine——are you injured anywhere?"

Lu Zhou shook his head, looked at Ye Zhuming with pursed lips, and repeated what Ye Xu told him.

Ye Zhuming said hoarsely: "I know, Song Guanlan didn't want to kill me for a day or two. I was careless, just as long as you are safe."

He spoke weakly, Lu Zhou raised his hand and carefully wiped off the blood on his face, wishing he could suffer for him.

The expression couldn't hide his thoughts, Ye Zhuming's eyes became more gentle, and when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou, he was stunned again.

"Your clothes..."

You must know that he was poisoned by the corpse because Song Guanlan changed into Lu Zhou's clothes. Lu Zhou was dry at the moment, with a thick cloak outside his sweater and thin trousers to protect him from the wind and cold.

...Can Song Guanlan be so kind?

Lu Zhou froze for a moment: "Ye Xu probably got me to put it on."

Ye Zhuming stared at it for a while, then hummed lightly.

Song Huairan looked at the two of them from afar, Xiuzhi's eyebrows furrowed tighter and tighter, while comforting Ye Xu, his eyes fell on Quanshuang again.

Since the soul search is useless, even if it is handed over to the Yijing Bureau, nothing can be found, so how to deal with it becomes a problem.

Quan Shuang was so stared at by him that his heart was trembling, and he wanted to run away, but just as he was about to move, he suddenly heard the rumble of thunder above his head.

I don't know when, the sky was covered with black clouds, during which silver snakes were swimming, and everyone raised their heads together, suddenly saw a lightning strike, tearing apart the barrier of Tianluo!

All of a sudden, there was a strong wind and smoke and dust, Lu Zhou quickly stretched out his hands to protect Ye Zhuming, fearing that he would be hit by rolling stones and trees.

A white light suddenly appeared, a cloud of thick fog poured in from the gap, and a powerful and terrifying aura rushed towards his face. Song Huairan's complexion changed drastically, and he pressed the back of his neck with his backhand.

"Diyang—recall!"

If the thick fog just made Lu Zhou feel that the rain was coming, Song Huairan's outburst almost broke his liver and gallbladder.

As soon as the words fell, the ground suddenly hummed, and there seemed to be ripples and tremors in the air. An extremely powerful air pressure erupted from Song Huairan's body, sweeping around in an instant.

Lu Zhou squinted his eyes due to the strong wind, then looked at Song Huairan, and found that his appearance had changed.

——Wearing a purple gold crown on his head, a jade squire around his waist, and a black and purple sleeved gown fluttering, holding a long black sword in his hand.

For some reason, when Lu Zhou saw the sword for the first time, he seemed to hear the sound of fighting and fighting, and while he was afraid, he felt a faint sense of familiarity deep in his heart.

His vision seemed to become extremely good in an instant, and he could clearly see the two groups of characters engraved on the black Long Sword Mountain. Lu Zhou had never seen such a font before, but a name suddenly appeared in his mind.

Diyang.

As soon as this sword came out, the tendency of the dense fog in the crack to fall stopped, and for a moment, the thick fog rolled and condensed a huge hand.

This hand was wrapped in fog, with a vague shape, and it went straight down, grabbing Quanshuang who had fainted at some point.

Song Huairan raised his sword and rushed forward, his figure was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, he appeared in the air in the blink of an eye, the light on the ground sword was entangled with light, Song Huairan flicked his wrist, and the sword slashed above the thick fog, the white fog, the black color The light, the two phases intersected and exploded into streaks of golden light, the black clouds rolled and roared, and the whole mountain trembled!

It's just that although the momentum was huge, the mermaid disappeared immediately as soon as the giant hand gathered Quanshuang into the palm.

Not counting taking one away, he went to grab Ye Xu who was already unconscious. It seemed that he was afraid of the sword in Song Huairan's hand, and the giant hand collapsed into a thick fog again. Xu, surging spiritual energy blasted out from the palm, like an invisible net chasing up.

Swordsmanship is difficult, so fight!

Ye Xu's petite body stopped abruptly, and then stopped in the air. Above her was a thick white mist, and behind her was a faint green spiritual flow. The two forces were wrestling with each other, trying to compete for supremacy.

Song Huairan's face was more serious than ever, and the sense of oppression was too strong. Apart from his master, it was the first time that anyone could equalize with him when he went all out.

And the other party obviously has reservations.

They couldn't stand each other, the thick fog suddenly rolled, and once again gathered a hand, caressed Ye Xu's belly, and swiped between his fingers——

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Fragmented and dripping flesh and blood mixed with dripping from the air, Ye Xu passed out from the pain after screaming, the purpose of the dense fog was obviously only for the child, after getting it in his hand, he ignored Ye Xu and withdrew from the competition.

Ye Xu's thin figure fell like a dead leaf, Song Huairan jumped up and hugged her to the ground.

He couldn't bear to look at Ye Xu's bloody belly, so he stretched out his hand to cover it, and the spiritual flow flowed out like a flood, wrapping around the girl whose life was hanging by a thread, the bleeding from the wound slowed down, and the flesh and blood began to squirm and close.

Song Huairan raised his head, watching that the thick fog did not stop after putting away the little mermaid, and then moved towards the dying Song Guanlan.

……

Observing the way of heaven for a long time, scrupulously carrying out the deeds of heaven, knowing that the sun and the moon are numbered, and their size is fixed.Today, I have gone through hardships, but I have not seen the redemption of heaven.There are gods who know but don't practice the way. If I know the evil and don't stop evil, my heart will be unstable and it will be difficult for me to return to the immortal gate.

He closed his eyes, held Diyang with one hand, and his palm came down from the sword.

Scarlet blood flowed all over the sword in an instant.

"I'm concentrating here with the essence and qi, and the harmony of form and spirit will destroy the Dao!"

Song Huairan said in a deep voice, and grasped the formula: "Go!"

Immediately, raging flames ignited around the Diyang Sword, and with a clanging sword sound, it rushed towards the dense fog with a destructive aura!

As soon as the sword blew, Lu Zhou felt deafened, his nose felt hot, and when he touched it, he found that it was bleeding.

He hurriedly stretched out his hands to cover Ye Zhuming's ears, but Ye Zhuming's condition was even worse, his face was pale, and he had already passed out.

Sure enough, it was the gods who fought, and the mortals suffered.

Lu Zhou groaned in his heart, and only hoped that the fierce battle would soon be decided, and that Song Huairan would split the thick fog into its original form, and kill the opponent in ashes.

This sword was so imposing that the thick fog was about to touch Song Guanlan, he froze his movements without any hesitation, gathered a long knife from the fog, and slashed down!

It's just that the knife was not aimed at the Diyang Sword, but at Song Guanlan who was lying down.The flames rose suddenly, Song Guanlan's body just twitched, and it turned into black ash all over the ground.

The dense fog dissipated immediately after swiping the knife, and the Diyang sword pierced through the air, and hit a dangerous peak not far away, shaking the mountain for a while, and the thousand-meter-high mountain was instantly annihilated, leaving only dust in the sky.

The Diyang sword blasted the mountain, and returned to Song Huairan's hands with a humming sound. The flame dissipated and returned to the simple and thick black.

Song Huairan stared at the direction where the dense fog disappeared for a long time, and then buckled the sword behind his back. The sword body scattered black light, and quickly sank into his back.

He raised his hand again, and the radiant barrier in the sky quickly shrank and turned back into an oiled paper umbrella, lying in his palm.

There was a rip in the oil-paper umbrella, Song Huairan showed pity, and gently stroked it with his fingers before inserting the umbrella back into his waist.

He closed the sky, and the layers of dark clouds above his head quickly dissipated, pouring down like water and moonlight, illuminating the mess.

There are only four people left here, Ye Xu and Ye Zhuming who are unconscious, Lu Zhou and Song Huairan who are awake.

Lu Zhou sat on his knees and held Ye Zhuming in his arms, staring blankly at the approaching boy.

Even though his attire had changed back to his usual appearance at the moment, when Lu Zhou faced him, he felt an inexplicable fear.

Song Huairan squatted down, raised his hand to feel Ye Zhuming's pulse, and sent him spiritual energy.

Lu Zhou asked softly, "Why is he dizzy?"

Song Huairan said succinctly: "The aura of fighting skills fluctuates too strongly, and the soul can't bear it."

Lu Zhou touched the dry blood under his nose: "I seem to be bleeding too...but I'm not dizzy."

Song Huairan raised his eyelids, he closed his eyes, and his pupils were light amber again.

"I was just about to ask why you didn't faint."

Lu Zhou froze.

In fact, Song Huairan said he was asking, but his tone seemed to be stating a fact.

"I...don't know," Lu Zhou was confused, guessing, "Maybe because I'm an ordinary person, I don't feel so strongly about these things?"

Song Huairan curled his lips into a slight smile, noncommittal.

Lu Zhou didn't know what to say anymore, he glanced into the distance from the corner of his eye, and hurriedly asked, "Ye Xu—"

"She's fine." Song Huairan said lightly.

Ye Zhuming was poisoned by the corpse, and his heart veins were damaged. Song Huairan could only slowly send spiritual energy to him to restore the spirit veins.

He held Ye Zhuming's wrist falsely, while the other hand rested on his leg, and the bright red blood gathered into threads at his fingertips, dripping continuously.

Even the wind was stained with blood.

Although the atmosphere was delicate at the moment, Lu Zhou still suggested, "How about I bandage your hands?"

Song Huairan shook his head: "No need. I have a special constitution, and it's not easy to heal from injuries. It doesn't matter if I wrap it or not."

Got it, this is a typical violent DPS, with high attack and low defense and slow mana recovery.

Lu Zhou couldn't help frowning: "Then you can't just leave it alone - you know your situation, and you don't bring some useful medicine with you? There should always be something that can stop the bleeding."

When he was angry, he couldn't help acting like a patriarch, Song Huairan glanced at him again, and said gently: "Yes, yes, I used to carry a lot with me, but now it is very difficult for anything to hurt me, only one grain left—— Just fed it to my brother."

Lu Zhou fell silent for a moment.

Ye Zhuming finally woke up, but Song Huairan didn't stop immediately, but continued to send spiritual energy to him.

"Brother, you'd better go to the hospital for an examination at dawn." Song Huairan looked at him and said.

Lu Zhou asked nervously, "What's wrong with him?"

Song Huairan: "There is too much blood, and the spleen is also ruptured. Brother Zhou, you supervise him."

Lu Zhou nodded seriously.

Ye Zhuming was dizzy, wanted to say something but coughed up a mouthful of black blood, Lu Zhou hurriedly wiped it for him.

Song Huairan looked at this warm scene, paused, and put his bleeding hand behind his back without a trace.

"Brother, let me tell you something, I'm going back to Burning Yezong soon."

Ye Zhuming raised his eyelids and looked at him.

Song Huairan said softly: "Today, I broke too many precepts. The master issued an oracle and urgently called me back to the mountain gate. I probably won't come out in a short time. You—be careful in everything."

Ye Feng was bleak, and after he finished speaking, Ye Zhuming just nodded and remained silent.

Song Huairan looked at him for a while, then pulled out the white jade ginseng, and stroked the ginseng like a child. Lu Zhou heard a faint cry, and Song Huairan had a slender hair-like ginseng in Song Huairan's palm.

He carefully tied the ginseng whiskers around Ye Zhuming's wrist, and with a light press, the ginseng whiskers immediately melted into his body.

Ye Zhuming raised his chin: "Your hand is bleeding—where's the medicine?"

Song Huairan smiled: "I forgot to bring it, and I didn't expect such a battle."

Talking about just now, Ye Zhuming's expression was not very good: "That one just now was..."

Song Huairan paused: "Dao Jun Lu Ya."

Ye Zhuming closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

Before, I only heard of Daojun Daojun, but today is the first time I know the name of the other party.Lu Zhou thought to himself.

Song Huairan said: "The mermaid and the painted skin ghost were all driven by Lu Ya, and the fairy plants and strange animals under the Yanghu Lake should also be his handwriting. They should use these things as bait, but it is useless to think. So the most important thing at the moment is to track down the whereabouts and uses of the mermaid ointment, which should not be underestimated. There is an enchantment I set up beside the Yanghu Lake. If you find the stone tablet engraved with 'Ni Qian Kun', you can enter it by touching it twice.

"I placed the children in the tourist reception center at Gate No. [-]. I have restored them to human form first, and made two hundred Dingwang Pills. After you ask about the origin, let them each take one pill and become I will forget about adult fish."

It seems that there is nothing else to say, Song Huairan sighed softly: "Anyway, be careful."

Lu Zhou vaguely heard the crowd moving around, turned his head to look, and saw many bright lights in the valley in the distance.

Song Huairan also took a look: "Your people are here."

He stood up and looked at Ye Zhuming with a gentle expression.

"Brother, I'm leaving."

Ye Zhuming hummed, pursed his lips, but couldn't help but speak.

"I'm thinking about something."

Song Huairan assumed a listening posture.

Ye Zhuming said slowly: "I'm thinking, if we lose, what's the point of your existence?"

Song Huairan looked at him quietly, but just smiled when he heard the words.

"So we have to win."

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The passage that Song Huairan was thinking about was adapted from the Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing.The mantras to be recited are adapted from the Taoist Dharma Heart Transmission and Laojun's Vipassana Sutra.

Finally got him offline!To be honest, he played a few more chapters than I expected. Mainly, I found it a pity that it was a pity not to use such a promotion speed, so I let him show off for a while.

To make a little digression, I started to conceive the first article when I was 16 years old. It was a romance between a hero and a hero, in which I processed and created a system from the birth of heaven and earth to the death of gods.Zong Zhou and the next book to be opened are basically inherited from this unwritten book (laughs).