After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The ground is full of blood remnants, some scattered dragon scales in the dark red, shimmering slightly, like silver pebbles, or broken jade.

The broken soul-binding rope hangs silently in the air, and the silver dragon lying on the side is covered with scars. The two long horns on its head were broken due to external force, the blood on its forehead stained its eyelashes, and its front paws were alive. A layer of flesh has been worn away, but the eyes are very fierce.

It stared at the lotus formation in front of it, bared its bloody and incomplete fangs, and rushed forward to hit the formation!

The array felt the impact and suddenly emitted light. While blocking the momentum, it also bounced the silver dragon away.

The silver dragon rolled down to the ground, the skin on his forehead was torn and bleeding, the blood dripped down his cheeks, and mingled with the fluff on his neck.

"Master!"

As soon as Changshu slipped in from the outside, she saw the horrifying scene full of bright red at a glance.

Seeing that it was her, the silver dragon in the formation had no sadness or joy in his eyes, he just struggled to get up from the ground, and shook off the blood beads that covered his sight.

"Master, why are you hurt like this?"

Seeing his distressed appearance, Changshu's eyes became a little more sad, and her tone was also a little choked--has her master ever been so exhausted and desolate, with the end of the road?

The tip of Yinlong's ears moved, and he moved his head forward, half-closed his green eyes mixed with bright red, and said in a deep voice: "If you want to persuade me to stay away from him, don't waste your time talking."

Chang Shu slipped into the Barren Woods this time not specifically to persuade him, but to see how her master is doing now, she didn't realize that he had left her covered in bruises, it didn't look good at all.

She rubbed her slightly red eyes, and said to him seriously: "Master, this disciple came here to tell you that even though everyone in Nanhua Dao knows that you are now Zhenlin, in the hearts of all disciples, you still Being the head of Nanhua Dao, this status will not change just because you are Zhenlin, so you can stay in Daoist sect with peace of mind and live your life as before."

The blood stained the fluff, blood beads like broken threads fell on the ground, and shattered with a "click", Yinlong ignored her words, as if he couldn't feel the pain caused by the wound, he bent his body and continued to move desperately towards her. The edge of the formation rammed violently.

"Master! Why are you bothering?"

Seeing this, Changshu was very anxious, but she had no choice but to stop him, so she had to worry outside the battle.

The result was still the same as before, the silver dragon was shaken away by the formation, and after falling to the ground, blood continued to ooze from its mouth, but it still stood up relentlessly and rushed towards the formation fiercely.

"Don't! Master!"

Changshu rushed forward, just as she put her hand on the formation, the water pattern on it was so cold that her heart trembled, and she quickly withdrew her hand.

As far as she is concerned, it is still a little difficult to break through the formation set up by the lord, but...

She looked at the two broken soul-binding ropes behind Yinlong, and felt a little strange in her heart. Logically speaking, since her master had no restrictions on the soul-binding ropes, with his cultivation base, he wanted to break the lotus pattern again. Formation should not be difficult, why did he choose to use brute force to damage the formation?

Seeing that the bleeding Yinlong stood up tremblingly, and was about to pierce him, she didn't have time to think about it, and said quickly: "With Master's current cultivation, it shouldn't be difficult to break through the formation, why bother?" Make yourself like this?"

The silver bamboo joints made a slight sound, and it was the silver dragon that moved its front paws. It looked down at her for a while, and then bent its slender eyes: "It's Zhexuan who sealed most of the cultivation in my body."

Speaking of that man, it doesn't seem to hate him at all, and even if it's behind bars, it's partly because of him.

"Fifth Master Uncle?"

Changshu didn't expect that her Fifth Master Uncle would keep such a trick. No wonder Master was easily captured by Zunjun in front of the mountain gate that day.

She looked at the blood-stained silver dragon in front of her eyes, bit her lips, and her heart beat uncontrollably: In this way, the fifth uncle's cultivation base is set above the master's, so even if she let the master out , Master probably won't pose any threat to Fifth Martial Uncle?

After thinking for a moment, she would rather take chances, but she really couldn't bear to see the former high-ranking person turn into a ghost, so she simply said: "I can let you out!"

The big dragon in the formation really stopped the movement of striking forward, and gave her a slightly wary look.

"But you have to think about it. Once you choose to embark on this road of no return, it will be difficult to recover from it. Not only the emperor, but the elders will naturally intervene in this matter. After that, what you have to face will be turmoil." The sky is thorny and the earth is full of twists and turns. And Fifth Martial Uncle, if you really ruin his Taoism and immortality, aren't you afraid that he will resent you for it?"

Chang Shu held tightly the ribbon hanging from her sleeve, and stared fixedly at him.

Hearing her words, Yinlong's blood-red pupils froze for a moment, and finally he gently lowered his thick long eyelashes, and said calmly, "It's better to hate me than to abandon me."

Changshu was silent when she heard the words, Fang forced out the golden core from her body, gathered her true essence into the magic weapon in her hand, and then stabbed into the edge of the lotus pattern array.

The tip of the magic weapon was wrapped in water patterns, and when the coldness extended upwards, her face changed, and she tried her best to mobilize the true energy in her body, so as to slowly suppress the rising coldness.

The spiritual power on the magic circle fought against it, and she felt extremely oppressive. She didn't dare to take it lightly. She gritted her teeth and the sharp tip of the magic weapon sank into the edge of the formation. As branches, quickly grow and spread on the array.

The coldness of the water-patterned true essence pressed over with all its strength, causing her whole body to feel chilly. She frowned, and quickly withdrew her hands holding the magic weapon, quickly formed a seal with her sword fingers, and manipulated the magic weapon to open a crack on the side of the formation with force. After hesitating again and again, she still said loudly: "I hope Master, don't be ashamed to regret today's decision!"

In an instant, the silver dragon turned into silver light and emerged from the crack, flew straight out of the barren woods, and rushed out of Fuyu Mountain like lightning.

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The candle flame on the brass stand of Pixiu kept flickering, and the light of the fire was reflected on the paper-white face. The man was closing his eyes, breathing deeply, and occasionally let out a weak coughing sound in his throat, which sounded like he was about to run out of oil. realm.

When the south wind blew, a pungent smell of blood poured into the room, and then a few black shadows crushed the door and rolled in, clutching their bodies and screaming in pain, the blood-stained white shadows He also appeared on the window sill instantly like a ghost, and stepped on the chest of the man in the recliner mercilessly.

This piercing pain forced him to gasp violently and had to open his eyes.

The person in front of him had two broken long horns on his head, and his forehead was obviously injured, but the blood had dried up, leaving a red to black blood hole, most of his face was stained with blood, it looked like It was Shura wearing Zhang Yinhong's mask, his eyes were piercingly cold, but he had an extremely coquettish smile on his face: "You are really lucky."

"Pavilion Lord!"

The man in black got up from the ground and hurried forward, but was stopped by the man's effortful raising of his hand. His eyes were tired and he looked at the blood-stained man in white quietly. Although he was surprised why there was a silver strip growing behind him. Dragon tail, however, this sick body like the end of a crossbow left him no extra energy to think about it at the moment, so he said in a weak voice: "The fact that the true king was designed to enter the ghost nest before is really the fault of the younger generation, the younger generation Knowing that you have no face to face the True Monarch, if the True Monarch hates you hard to understand, then taking this poor life of the junior is considered an apology to the True Monarch."

"Pavilion Lord!"

The men in black knelt down with a "plop" when they heard the words, "I beg Hexuan Zhenjun to leave a way for the pavilion master to survive. The pavilion master knows that what he did back then was a big mistake, and he has also suffered from chronic illness these years. Reflecting on the half-death half-life, I hope that the true king will show mercy, and the subordinates are willing to pay with their lives to calm the remaining anger of the true king!"

The man with disheveled black hair looked sideways, then bent down to look at the man under his feet, and smiled coldly: "Your dog is loyal."

Before he could say anything, he stretched out his blood-stained hand towards him. The scars on his wrist were hideous and ugly. He grinned and showed his white fangs: "I'm not here to kill you, yours! Where's the sentimental Gu? Give it to me."

A string in Zhao Yuya's memory suddenly tightened, as if he recalled the time when he forced him to hand over the antidote to Emotional Thought Gu like a mad dog, he couldn't help but frown: "This junior hasn't practiced for a long time. Bewitched."

After hearing this, Xu Qingyi's expression froze, and there was a bit of frightening gloom in his eyes, and he said quietly: "Then practice again."

"I'm so sick and broken, I really can't do anything, I hope Zhenjun will forgive me."

His voice sounded weak, but his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing.

After the words were finished, a deadly chill came rushing towards his face, the shadow over his head was suddenly pressed down, and when his blood-soaked fingers were about to strangle his neck, they stopped mysteriously again, this hideous-looking man Flapping his nostrils, he sniffed the scent on his body, his eyes slightly bent: "Have you seen Zhexuan?"

Facing his uncertain attitude, Zhao Yuya was full of doubts, struggling to move his bloodless lips: "So what?"

"Where did he go?"

He put away his ferocious face, and a gentle and harmless smile appeared on his lips, but there was an uncontrollable longing in his tone.

Zhao Yuya sensed that something was wrong with him, but thinking about the relationship between him and Daoist Zhexuan in Chizhou that day, he did not look like a deadly enemy, so he stretched out his finger to the side of the guidebook and coughed softly: "The Taoist Lord came the other day. Yes, but headed south again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure on his chest suddenly disappeared, Bai Ying immediately turned into a silver dragon, and rushed directly into the dark night on the south side, leaving behind a room full of bewildered people.

"Pavilion Master, why did he leave? Then will he come to you for love thinking Gu?"

The kneeling man in black hurriedly stood up and helped the man on the reclining chair.

"I don't know, this Hexuan Zhenjun looks very strange."

Zhao Yuya stared at the direction where he disappeared for a while, "You tell Changshu about this as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

The man in black took a peek at him, noticing that his master lowered his eyelashes sadly when he mentioned Miss Changshu, he couldn't help but also lowered his head.

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A high platform was built in the open space in front of the tower, and the high platform was filled with layer after layer of willow branches. The fire in the iron furnace beside it was burning brightly, and golden molten iron dripped out of it and fell into the willow wooden spoon. The strong man picked up the wooden stick and hit the wooden spoon vigorously. In an instant, the molten iron splashed everywhere, and the golden iron flowers exploded in the air like stars. When they landed on the high platform, they also ignited the fireworks on the high platform. , the entire city tower is full of spectacular scenes of fiery trees and silver flowers.

The team of dragon and lion dancers shuttled among the scattered sparks, stepping on the drum point step by step. Both the lion head and the dragon head chased the frontmost fireball and jumped up and down. The city was very lively for a while.

"So lovely!"

Seeing the golden sparks all over the floor turn into burning red debris, and then the bright red color slowly faded, Xue Mastiff couldn't help sighing.

"Master!"

The young man in turmeric clothes jumped out of the crowd, came to the young man with a round lantern, and handed him the pen, smiling innocently, "Pray."

"What do you wish for?"

Xue Mastiff moved his dog's head closer and took a lamp from his arms.

"This year, Ah Yao doesn't need me to write as a ghostwriter."

Su Wan didn't take the pen, but just looked at him and smiled lightly.

"Well! I can already write a lot of words."

Lu Yao nodded, a little proud when he said this, his eyes were bent like crescent moons, and he looked at Xue Mastiff again, "Brother Xue Mastiff, what wish do you want to pray for? Do you want me to write it for you? "

"Oh no! I can write."

Xue Mastiff didn't bother to use a pen, so he raised his finger and traced on the lamp a few times, and the ink stains appeared on the lamp surface naturally.

"Why can't I understand what you wrote?"

The ink stains on the lamp surface were crooked, like peach charms painted by ghosts. Lu Yao carefully identified them for a long time, but he couldn't see why.

"I don't even recognize this? Of course what I wrote was drinking every day, so hurry up and write yours!"

Xue Mastiff snatched the lantern from his hand, and threw the praying lantern into the river in the posture of splashing water, and sank several lanterns in the river with a "bang-dang".

"What are you thinking about?"

Standing beside Lu Yao, Su Wan saw him meditating with a pen for a long time, but he still didn't start writing.

Hearing his question, the young man glanced back at him, then turned his head, and wrote his name on the lamp surface stroke by stroke, then he paused, then continued to add his name next to it, and finally He looked at Xue Mastiff who was fishing for lanterns in the river, and wrote his name on it with a smile.

"I want to write down everyone's names, but this prayer lamp probably won't fit." He stopped writing and handed the prayer lamp to him. stop."

At the same time, amidst the golden sparks flying all over the sky, a ray of silver light appeared directly in the vast crowd. The strong bloody smell diluted the smoke and dust, and the pedestrians who came and went were scared away when they saw his true face.

The man standing on the side of the high platform still looks like a half-man, half-dragon. His plain white clothes are full of blood stains, messy black hair is scattered on his shoulders, and his naturally beautiful face is stained with blood, which makes him both embarrassed and fragile. The dragon horns on his head and the silver-white dragon tail behind him exude a faint light, which is even more dazzling than the fiery trees and silver flowers all over the sky. In addition, there is a lifeless coldness in those rippling blue eyes, which makes him look like Very bloodthirsty evildoer.

Regardless of the frightened expressions on the faces of the people around him, his sharp eyes jumped over the falling sparks in the air, and stared straight at the two people holding the river lantern not far away.

It just so happened that the two of them looked at each other and smiled, the light of the lamp in their hands shone softly and tenderly on their faces, and all the memories about the two of them flooded into their minds again, and his whole body As if returning to the phantom, the phrase "Fifth senior brother is destined for this life is not you at all" in Li Xiyuan's mouth was like thousands of needles, ruthlessly piercing into the incomplete heart.

He squinted his eyes, his throat was choked with pain, his face was ashen, and he pulled out a stiff smile with his distorted face: Sure enough, he was still only suitable to be an evil ghost staying in the dark.

The author says:

small theater:

1.

Author: Lao Qi, how do you know that Su Wan's destined person is not Xu Qingyi?

Li Xiyuan: Ah, this, I made it up, it's all a routine, in order to let the brother get out of the sea of ​​suffering as soon as possible, and turn around.

dragon:?

2.

Author: What do the two masters have to say about the statement that "the necessary skill for the head of Nanhua Dao is to beat mandarin ducks with a club"?

Qing Xiao Zunjun (patting the table): "Hexuan and Zhexuan? It is simply against the norms, the world will not tolerate it!"

Xu Qingyi (coldly): "Zhao and Changshu? Is he worthy?"

Author: Alright, let's interview the four parties who were "beaten with sticks".

The person involved, Changshu: It's just some lard-covered love, don't blame my master, it's my own choice.

The person involved, Zhao Yuya: Changshu!I was wrong!I specially wrote a [-]-word self-criticism, don’t ignore me, I’m coughing… (emergency, vomiting blood and seeking medical treatment)

The person involved, Xu Qingyi (unhappy): ... (Reason: Zhao Yuya, who was sent to the ambulance, sat up in shock from dying of illness: Hahaha God is a good reincarnation!)

The party Su Wan: Beat mandarin ducks with a stick?so what?What kind of mandarin duck am I? (outside the situation)

感谢在2022-09-2403:44:47-2022-09-2623:30:47期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: ice1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 54 bottles of Elder Tan; 5 bottles of Nam Tae-hyun, Demon King-level cannon fodder... 3 bottles of broken shell; 1 bottle of Wind Cooler;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!