After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

The high mountain stood tall in the mist, and the sky was so dark that it was hard to tell whether it was day or night.

The young man took the pulse of fire from his heart and drew it into a thick black-golden flame, covering the blood-stained and dying person, and turning into a huge cocoon of light.

The young man in the lake green robe stood far away, looked at the flames in front of him crampedly and hastily, then gritted his teeth and turned his face away, his cheeks were tense, his fingers were tangled together, shaking constantly, with so much strength that he couldn't wait to see it. snap it off.

His whole body was cold, his limbs were stiff, just like the stone statues around him, he was motionless, his five senses were isolated from any wind and grass in the world, and all kinds of anxiety, desolation and bitterness appeared in his heart.

"You chopped off his hand."

In the dead air, someone threw a stone into the water, hitting his heart, and the ripples turned into bursts of pain rushing through his body. He gradually regained consciousness, looked at the person in front of him blankly, and subconsciously shook his head. Shaking his head, his voice was hoarse: "No, it's not like this..."

"You are so guilty that you dare not even go to see him."

"No, it's not!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and the eyeballs were about to pop out of the eye sockets, revealing a fierce light, "I don't want to cut off his hands! But I'm in a phantom formation, and I can't tell the truth from reality. I don't know what he will do." Breaking into the phantom array to save me, I thought he was an illusion transformed by a demon, so I chopped him down, I didn't mean it! I didn't mean it at all!"

Seeing him defending hysterically, Su Wan's face sank: "Then you left him who was dying, didn't you mean it?"

"I..." His legs and feet were numb from the impact of these words, and his body shook heavily. He hugged himself as if afraid of the cold, and shrank his neck back, "I'm just... just too scared."

He seemed to have found an excuse for himself, muttering and repeating: "I'm just too scared, yes, I'm too scared..."

"Are you afraid that after saving him, people will gossip about you, saying that you, Senior Brother Ning, saved you with good intentions, but you cut off your right arm, and you are ungrateful, or are you afraid that Ning Xuansheng's broken arm to save you will be crushed like a mountain?" What about you makes you unable to hold your head up for the rest of your life?"

These words made his face full of shock, the darkness hidden in his heart was dissected out, and displayed outside at a glance, his brows and eyes twisted together in pain, tears flowed uncontrollably, and all the strength in his body was taken away , slumped on the ground.

Chen Wang is somewhat similar to the original owner, they are born with arrogance, they hold their self-esteem above the clouds, and they can't get a little bit of dust.

They have been living in the crowd, taking themselves as the axis, putting their own interests first in everything, for fear of being caught by others, and then falling into the abyss, turning into mud that everyone can step on.

"Ning Xuansheng was not trapped by illusions." Su Wan stared down at the young man who was sitting slumped on the ground and sobbing, "Tell me, why didn't he choose to live alone, but chose to enter this illusion of a narrow escape?"

"He, he was here to save me." The boy's body trembled with the crying.

"Did he save your life to see you laugh, or to catch you and make you owe him something in your life?"

He no longer looked at him, but looked towards the endless, indistinct mountains.

The little Taoist priest on the ground paused for a moment with his trembling body, turned his head in a daze, looked at the person wrapped in a cocoon-shaped flame behind him, memories flashed back and forth, and suddenly burst into tears: "I took Brother Ning to leave the Taoist gate without authorization, it was me Relying on his own cultivation, he insisted on entering the ghost world and breaking through the stone formation.

After cutting off senior brother Ning's arm in the phantom array, I just woke up. I wanted to save him, but I don't know why. At that time, I suddenly thought of how people in Nanhua Tao would think of me if they knew about it.

I think that I am more talented than my senior brother, and I am the best among the inner disciples. Obviously, I should protect my senior brother, but in the end I insisted on going my own way and was trapped in the phantom formation. The arm of my man is my evil intention, leaving him who is about to die, trying to let him use his life to bury the truth of my mess.Daojun, you are right. I am a useless person who shows my sharpness and self-defeating. I am not worthy of worshiping under your sect, let alone Senior Brother Ning, who sacrificed his life to save me. "

By the end, he was sobbing, grief and regret stuck in his throat, choking him.

Using the cover of darkness, he secretly raised his palm to accumulate strength, and slammed his palm towards his spiritual palace. Before the palm fell, he was stopped by a force, but the wind from the palm had already blown out, causing him to spurt a mouthful of blood through his chest. !

He coughed hard, looked at his palm that was forced to hang in the air, and laughed miserably: "Mr. Dao, this disciple knows that he has no face to face the world. He should apologize with death, stop his evil thoughts, and ask Mr. Dao to help him."

"Apology with death? It's easy to say."

He sneered, walked in front of him, and said with a stern face, "Chen Huang, raise your head."

The young man hesitated again and again, tremblingly raised his blood-stained face, his pupils trembled violently when he looked at him, and his eyes were hazy with tears.

"Remember, the only thing anyone in this world who is willing to sacrifice their lives to save you asks of you is for you to live,"

His face was covered in darkness, and he could hear every word very clearly, "You can't even live, so why are you apologizing?"

Chen Huan's eyes dimmed, his eyelids collapsed weakly, and he mourned, "It's a foregone conclusion, Brother Ning must hate me to death, he will regret why he saved someone like me, Daojun, I What's the use of living?"

"He's awake,"

Su Wan turned his head sideways, and the distant flames reflected in his dark eyes, "Why don't you ask him."

In the mountains and rivers, except for the black and golden flames, everything else is in the silent darkness.

The whole body of the person in the flames was surrounded by tongues of flames, only a bloodless face was exposed outside, and he was very weak.

When Su Wan passed by, there was a soft smile on the man's face, with respectful eyes: "Thank you for saving my life, Lord."

He was nodding at him, and seeing that there was no one else around him, his brows could not help but wrinkled, and his smile turned into a worried expression: "The palace master has seen Junior Brother Chen Wang here, this stone formation is strange and dangerous, He came with me, and I'm worried about him..."

"Senior Brother Ning."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Wang had already come to him, there were still tears in his eyes, the eyeballs were red, and the bloodshot eyes had not subsided.

Ning Xuansheng's eyes lingered on the blood-stained place on his body for a few seconds, then he stretched out his left hand reluctantly, and took off the spiritual storage bag hanging from his waist: "You are injured, I have wound medicine here, you can use it... ...You, why are you crying?"

The person in front of him burst into tears, and he hung his head, looking extremely sad.

"Junior Brother Chen, don't cry, I'm fine," Ning Xuansheng smiled with his eyes bent, trying to comfort him, "Really, I don't hurt at all."

"The hand is broken, how can it not hurt?"

Chen Wang cried even harder, with tears and snot streaming down his nose, and his mouth was a little slurred, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ning, it's all my fault for being brave, which caused your arm to be broken, it's my fault..."

"Junior Brother Chen, I planned for the worst when I rescued you. Since you and I can both survive, it is a blessing, so why worry about right or wrong. By the way, I just want to try practicing the left-handed sword. You'll help me, won't you?"

He interrupted him, and while changing the subject, he looked firmly into his blood-red eyes.

Chen Wang clenched his fists, nodded vigorously, knelt down and cupped his hands and said, "From now on, I will be Senior Brother Ning's right hand, and I will live and die with Senior Brother, advancing and retreating together!"

"You can't be his right hand."

When the words of Palace Master Changzhao came to their ears, both of them couldn't help being taken aback, and looked at him together.

Su Wan brushed away the fire surrounding Ning Xuansheng's body. After the flames faded, the right arm of the person lying in the fire was intact, as if it had never been broken.

"This……"

The scene in front of them obviously shocked the two of them, and after reacting, they hurriedly said happily, "The Daoist master has rejuvenated with a wonderful hand, with deep benevolence, great kindness, and great virtue, we will never forget it."

"Don't be too happy. The right arm is only connected temporarily. If you want to cure it, you still have to go to Elder Yue."

He glanced at Chen Wang whose tears were still unstoppable, and shook his head helplessly.

"Then, that disciple immediately takes his brother back to Nanhua Dao!"

The young man casually wiped away the snot and tears all over his face, and went to Yujian without any hassle.

At this time, Chixuan's golden light sword came out, and the blade of the sword steadily dragged the two of them up, floating in the sky.

Sensing that the Lord Changzhao didn't intend to set off with them, Chen Wang and Ning Xuansheng exchanged glances, and asked, "Is the Hall Master going back to the Taoist gate with different disciples?"

"I still have work to do."

Mo Qiuzhe's remnant soul has not been confiscated yet, so he has to continue looking for the red ghost's lair.

Su Wan put a protective spell on the two of them to prevent them from being harmed on the way home.

"Then please leave the Chixuan sword behind, just in case."

Ning Xuansheng thought about him.

"I need to call it back myself."

He reassured him, and looked at Chen Wang again, "Do you have an answer to what you asked me before?"

"Well, people in this world who are willing to risk their lives for the disciple are worthy of the disciple's heart, and they are extremely cherished." Chen Wang nodded earnestly, "The disciple must live for them."

The fiery red sword light disappeared into the distant mountains, and Su Wan stood in the shadow of the mist, rubbed the spirit gathering bag with his fingers, and whispered: "Look, you are a good apprentice."

The Spirit Gathering Pouch glowed warmly in his hand, vaguely, there seemed to be a hazy phantom beside him, that shadow stood side by side with him, looking at the direction where the two teenagers disappeared, for a long, long time.

The Ghost Realm deserves to be called Wuzhou. Whenever there is thick fog, there is no sun, moon and stars at all.

When Su Wan saw the red ghost again, he had been wandering in the ghost world for two days, and when he reached a valley entrance, he heard the shout of "Young Master" behind him.

He turned his head, consciously shielding his true energy, and the short and thin red ghost ran towards him with a sneer on his face: "How have you been these two days, my lord?"

"It's okay, I'm not dead."

He smiled brightly, but he wondered whether this thing could see through his identity. After all, it was very difficult for a mortal to survive in the ghost world.

"Don't be angry. I lost you because of some accidents. Didn't the little one come to pick you up?"

Its humiliating appearance made him feel weird, and he heard it say again, "The person in your painting is waiting for you! Please follow the little one."

The person in the painting... It seems that Ah Yao has come. In short, if you don't enter the tiger's den, how can you get a tiger's cub.

His defenses remained undiminished, and he followed it with a smile on his face.

He had just walked a few steps towards the mouth of the valley when an evil wind suddenly blew up, and the red ghost grinned strangely with his uneven teeth, making him hold a ball of fire in his palm, which almost burned it.

A black whirlwind swept one person and one ghost, and the road in front of them was even more unclear. After an unknown period of time, the wind surrounding them dissipated, and the shadow of the mountain was no longer in front of them. Only a grotto as high as a mountain was in sight.

In the middle of the grotto is a giant skull, surrounded by columns. Looking at it from a distance, it seems that the skull is alive, and two black eye sockets are staring at it viciously.

The red ghost led him across the river emitting green light first, and entered the lowermost column. After entering, there was a strange cave, inside were all kinds of pavilions, vermilion lamps hung on them, and the wood was gray. , a smell of corruption.

Walk along the long corridor, the corridor is covered with green water, until entering the small courtyard on the south side, the red ghost looked at the lamp hanging above, led him to the door, and smiled mysteriously at him Said: "Here it is, he is ready, please go in by yourself, the younger one will leave first."

Before he could ask anything, it turned into a blood mist and slipped away.

Ready?

Su Wan remained extremely vigilant, and opened the door after a moment of contemplation. The furnishings inside were normal, no different from the decoration of the Wujie Inn.

"Ayao?"

He called tentatively, but no one in the room responded.

When he made up his mind to walk in, the door behind him suddenly closed automatically with a "bang". He didn't care, walked straight in, opened the emerald bead curtain hanging in the inner room, glanced behind the bed, and was suddenly stunned— ——The man on the couch looks as pure as snow, his temples are like ink, and his white clothes are dusty. Cloth clasped his hands behind his back and tied them to the yellow rosewood bed frame. Probably because of struggling, his hair and clothes became a little messy.