Qing Leng Xianzun is always ready to run

Mu Shenxue, who was riddled with resentment, looked familiar to her, but his expression was strange.

Yue Qianqiu is eight hundred years old this year, he can be sure that he has never seen anyone with this expression.

"Who are you?" Yue Qianqiu was not sure who the person in front of him was, so he could only try to ask such a sentence.

Unexpectedly, asking out a single sentence actually made 'Mu Chenxue' displeased, he flew forward, stretched out his hand, pinched Yue Qianqiu's chin, and forced Yue Qianqiu to look up at him.

There was an indescribable emotion in his voice: "Yeah, you don't remember, 1 years have passed, and you have been reincarnated." He said softly, with so much resentment that he even suppressed Feng Zhaohua's resentment , making Feng Zhaohua's resentful soul unable to move.

"The grudges in the previous life, the past life is over, why bother to persist?" Yue Qianqiu's injuries had not fully recovered, and he was held hostage by resentment, making his injuries even worse, all he could say was this.

"Perseverance?" Hearing these two words, 'Mu Chenxue' suddenly laughed loudly: "Who is persistent?"

Looking at the expression of 'Mu Chenxue', Yue Qianqiu suddenly felt panic, and a mysterious pain spread in his heart - I don't understand!totally do not understand!What is he saying?Why did he say that?Yue Qianqiu only felt that his mind was in a mess, completely ignorant of the cause and effect.

'Mu Chenxue' continued: "Back then you pierced my heart with a sword and ruined my century-old foundation. Why can't I be persistent?" He slowly let go of Yue Qianqiu's hand, saying every word, With a painful face, he said: "Meng Duckweed, why can you forget?"

Feng Ling's expression was different, he rushed forward, wanting to tell the truth——

'Mu Shenxue' noticed that young man who looked seventy to eighty percent similar to Yue Qianqiu.

He looked at Feng Ling and gave a wry smile: "Now you have a son and a family, happy and happy, gratifying." While talking, he shed tears: "But I want to live on resentment, and I can't get rid of it."

"No!" Feng Ling rushed forward, tightly hugging the thigh of 'Mu Chenxue', and said loudly: "The truth 1 years ago is not like this! There is something else hidden!"

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something more, but three silence techniques automatically appeared around him, sealing his voice.

Can't say, can't say!The restriction of heaven made Feng Ling speechless, he was so angry that he beat the ground, staring desperately at 'Mu Chenxue'.

'Mu Chenxue' frowned slightly, and looked at Feng Ling.

"You can't say—?" He stared at Feng Ling's speech suppression technique, the spell was rare, but he had seen it before.

It's not that 'Mu Chenxue' doesn't know how to think, but now he is full of resentment, which has interfered with his normal thinking.

"It's the Heavenly Dao spell." He knelt down, touched Feng Ling's throat, and muttered to himself, "Why does he have the Heavenly Dao spell?"

Yue Qianqiu got up with a dazed expression, he looked at Feng Ling, who fell to the ground clutching his neck, gasping for breath.

Although Feng Ling didn't say anything just now, it was clear from his appearance that he knew a lot.It's just that Feng Ling just opened his mouth to speak, as if the silence technique was triggered, making him unable to speak.There may be something hidden in it.

Yue Qianqiu was helpless, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, cleared his throat, and said to 'Mu Shenxue': "Brother, calm down."

'Mu Shenxue' glanced at him indifferently, still calling Yue Qianqiu 'Dream Duckweed', he said slowly: "How to calm down? Ah Ping, who fought side by side with me in the past and advised me, killed me back then. He also forgot all the past and stood in front of me."

His voice was extremely calm, and he couldn't even hear the emotion in his voice. If he wanted to say something in his words, Yue Qianqiu thought to himself: It might be regret.

This regret spanned countless years and stood in front of him alive. Even Yue Qianqiu could no longer remember what happened 1 years ago. "Mu Shenxue" shed tears together.

"Axue—" He called Mu Shenxue's name, desperately trying to dig out something from the depths of his soul, but his soul veins and soul veins were all empty, only a nameless longing, and seeing people would make his heart ache.

'Mu Chenxue' raised his hand slowly, the power of resentment controlled him to reach out, the enchantment of Qingyan Peak slowly vibrated when he raised his hand, and then the soaring black air flowed from 'Mu Chenxue''s hand It came out and turned into a slender sword, pointing at Yue Qianqiu's throat.

Once there is resentment, there will be an endless abyss afterwards.

'Mu Shenxue' took a step forward and never retreated even after thousands of years. It seems that this is what he deserves. He will pay back his Axue with his life.

Don't remember, don't know, don't understand, don't know anything, but Yue Qianqiu just stands still.

Even if he doesn't have any memory, it seems like he was born to suffer.

Yue Qianqiu slowly closed his eyes, and the Yanyun sword came out of his hand, and fell on the ground with a clang, piercing his heart blinded by resentment.

The blade pierced the throat, cutting the blood vessel, and the blood flowed out from the throat, dripping on the ground, splashing dust.

Seeing the blood on Yue Qianqiu's throat, Mu Shenxue woke up suddenly.

He seemed to have had a long, long dream just now, dreaming that he was chained in the darkness and could not move.

Suddenly, a sword fell to the ground, and a burst of red light blinded the eyes. Mu Shenxue, who was chained by iron chains, intuitively felt that his master was in danger, so he desperately broke free from the chains that held him, and opened his eyes suddenly, only to find that he was in danger. With a sword in his hand, he stabbed the master's throat.

"Master!" Mu Chenxue yelled, bursting out of her potential in anxiety, and expelled all the resentment wrapped around her body.

The barrier of Qingyan Peak cracked a little, and the resentment overflowed through the cracks and escaped into the boundless space.

Mu Chenxue's demeanor finally regained clarity.

Yue Qianqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Mu Shenxue helplessly.

Mu Shenxue trembled in fright——

Yue Qianqiu was covered in blood, and the middle of his throat was cut by himself again, with an extremely exhausted expression, but he still looked at him tenderly.

"Axue, as long as you are fine." Yue Qianqiu beckoned, wanting Mu Shenxue to come over.

Mu Shenxue was a little afraid to approach, he was afraid that he would hurt Yue Qianqiu again.

He stood where he was, refusing to come over.

Yue Qianqiu thought he was timid, stepped forward, and fell on his chest, the tears that just flowed from the corners of his eyes, he cried and laughed and raised his eyes to look at Mu Shenxue's face, hugged him with both hands, and kept saying Said: "Fortunately, you are fine, fortunately, you are fine."

There are still some words that Yue Qianqiu didn’t say——I miss you so much, this is a longing engraved in the depths of my soul, just hearing your voice, seeing your shadow with your back turned to me, this feeling in my heart Missing will overflow uncontrollably, but I can't remember you, loving you seems to be my innate instinct.

Yue Qianqiu didn't speak any more, just leaned into Yue Qianqiu's arms and wept.

Without the coercion of the soaring resentment overflowing from the Wanhua Mirror, Feng Zhaohua also gradually stood up.

The Canghai Sword was still in his hand, and he silently looked at Yue Qianqiu who was lying in Mu Shenxue's arms.

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The author has something to say:

Brother Qiu's past life name finally came out!

That's right, he is Dream Duckweed!

As we all know, the way of heaven is not used to break, it is used to be a boss, so you understand.

As for Song Chunhan, as a pet, Song Chunhan had already fainted due to excessive blood loss.

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"Feng Zhaohua's Journal Diary: I Died So Miserably"

Feng Zhaohua didn't remember how much blood he had shed, he raised his eyes to look at Bai Wusi, the pure white wings seemed to be descended by a god at this moment, illuminating the night like day.

Feng Zhaohua sighed helplessly, raised the Canghai sword, and immediately the waves roared, vowing to swallow the big monster.

Bai Wusi came prepared, and three hundred demons lined up to surround and kill Feng Zhaohua in the thick barrier.

A sword pierced through the day that Bai Wusi pretended to be, and the blue sea light came from all directions in the form of sword energy, just like the emerald blue sea in the dark night. Hit Xiang Bai Wusi.

Bai Wusi raised his blade back, split the sword intent, and let the monsters besiege him.

One sword pierced through the shoulder of a monster, and the other sword beheaded the monster's head.

With another sword strike, raging waves flew into the sky, swept across the world, and knocked down dozens of monsters in front of them.

At this moment, Feng Zhaohua is also stained with red blood, and his blue clothes have been stained with red blood, turning into a deep purple. The other half and an unharmed big monster.

Feng Zhaohua raised his sword to create another sword formation, and tens of thousands of waves surged through his sword formation, boundless and majestic.

Bai Wusi closed his eyes, and with the unique move in his hand, the golden brilliance was boundless, like the sun in the dark night, rising from nothingness, and then came to attack Feng Zhaohua.

Feng Zhaohua, who was already seriously injured, was seriously injured again.

Bai Wusi really killed him this time, seeing that Feng Zhaohua can rise again.

The palm trick was launched again, the short blade of six thousand knives was stretched out in his hand, Feng Zhaohua got up to catch it, but someone stabbed two knives in his back, piercing his chest and lungs, he spit out a mouthful of blood, and there was no time to respond.

The six thousand blades entered his body, piercing him to a bloody mess, like Ling Chi.

But at this moment, Feng Zhaohua is not dead yet, and he has his last breath left.

Bai Wusi walked up to him and looked at him silently.

Then squatted down, inserted two fingers into the back of his head, and then pulled out the spine——

The six thousand blades entered his body already made Feng Zhaohua speechless in pain, even gasping with blood, and then he couldn't feel the pain anymore when his spine was pulled out, but when he wanted to stand up, he found that his limbs had moved no more.

Couldn't lift his head up either.

Then the spine of a dead monk was put into his back, and Feng Zhaohua was still alive at the moment.

This kind of strange pain made Feng Zhaohua feel uneasy in the last moments of his life.

Bai Wusi's goal was achieved, and he had no intention of torturing him, so he raised a knife and pierced Feng Zhaohua's heart.

Another knife cut off his trachea, causing him to die of exhaustion.

The extreme pain before death filled Feng Zhaohua's spine with resentment.

So that he can reappear in the world in another form.

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