After I died, the cold beauty fell from the altar

In the past few days, the disciples of Nanhua Taoism have not seen the head of the sect again, and even the direct disciples of Fusheng Palace have to be ordered by Lord Qingxiao to temporarily move to Chishuifeng.

Only the elders and Li Xiyuan knew that the head of the sect was temporarily confined to the Fusheng Hall to think about his mistakes, and he was not allowed to leave the hall without authorization for a day until the ban was lifted.

At night, Fusheng Hall, which was always brightly lit, only had one ever-burning lamp lit up at this moment, and the fire could barely drive away the darkness.

The person lying in front of the desk was covered with scars, slowly raised his sickly face, and stared at the dark gray bedroom for a while, as if he was recalling what others said during the day.

"They're all lying to me! Lying to me!"

He cracked his canthus and chewed his teeth, losing his normal state, like a wild crane in a cage, bumping around around the cage, angrily knocking over the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk.

It's just that as soon as his burning eyes fell on the paper, the memories of the past automatically appeared in front of his eyes. It was the man who held his stiff wrist and said softly: "Let me copy it."

He turned his eyes away from the paper in horror, but the memories piled up in front of his eyes like a flood breaking through the dam, making him almost collapse.

"Brother, how did the heavens and the earth give birth to all things?"

The man was sitting in front of the desk, flicking the pen slowly on the paper.

"Are you affectionate?"

He dipped some thick ink in the inkstone with the tip of a pen, and asked him suddenly.

"You have affection."

Before he could answer, he went on:

"Do you still remember the crabapple planted in your palace?"

"It looks like a heartless tree, but it is actually waiting for someone."

"It's waiting for... the man who has worked so hard to revive it twice."

"Senior brother, it's because you have cultivated for so long that you forgot that you were once an ordinary person with flesh and blood."

The shadow of that person kept appearing beside him, and he wanted to escape, but he didn't know where to run.

Looking at the paper again, there is still a mass of ink-stained blackness on the paper, but unfortunately, I can no longer find the phrase "Heaven's heart is for people, and people live by receiving it. It is the way that is fixed in people."

The repeated memories gradually distorted his facial features into a fierce look. He overturned the book case vigorously, and the more he tried to calm his mind, the more he felt that his head was about to split open.

It's love thinking Gu, it's all love thinking Gu!

He attributed the source of his pain to the Emotional Thought Gu, regardless of the injuries on his body and the orders to restrain his feet, he rushed out of the Fusheng Hall like a madman, and disappeared at the end of Fuyu Mountain as an afterimage.

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Wuzhou is still foggy and rainy.

The mountains are limestone, the grass is luxuriant, and many ghosts are floating on the muddy road, walking leisurely and leisurely.

The red ghost stood with his hips akimbo next to the toppled boulder skull, bossing a group of little ghosts to work on repairing the ghost nest.

Unexpectedly, its arrogance didn't last long. A long sword pierced through the thick fog, pierced into its shoulder with a "bang", and nailed its whole ghost to the stone skull's forehead.

The moment it was stabbed by the sword, its body froze instantly, leaving only one head that could turn.

The little ghosts were frightened by the situation and ran away, hiding in the collapsed ghost nest.

Then a blood-red figure came out of the thick fog, exuding evil spirits all over his body, his pale and pale face was stained with redness, his eyes were full of viciousness and murder, his voice was as cold as a sharp weapon piercing his heart inch by inch: "Emotional Gu Bring the antidote!"

The red ghost shivered, his whole body was chilled, whether it was from the cold or from being frightened by him, its face was no longer red now, but turned into a dismal gray color, its jagged upper and lower teeth kept chattering: "Dao, Dao Long and small ones don't have the antidote for Emotional Thought Gu..."

In the middle of speaking, its right arm broke with a "click", and several sharpened ice thorns aimed at its right eye, and pierced into the eyeball before it could cry out in pain from the broken arm!

"what!"

It howled in pain, and the little ghosts hiding in the ghost nest trembled and fled deeper.

The ghost itself has no entity, but this person locked its ghost with ice, making it experience the pain of changing from a whole soul to a remnant soul.

"Switch the left eye."

The gloomy voice seemed to come from hell, and the ice thorn was aimed at its other eye that could only see.

"Don't, don't, don't! Daoist, spare your life! All of this was ordered by the Pavilion Master of the Nightmare Bat Blood Pavilion, and I will take you to find him! He must have a way to unlock the Emotion Gu!"

It screamed in pain, its body shook into thin leaves in the autumn wind, and at the same time it closed its left eye tightly in fear.

Xu Qingyi stared at the red ghost's broken arm and blind eyes with gloomy eyes, and licked the dried blood on his lips.

The screams resounded through the heavens and the earth again—the few ice thorns also pierced into its left eyeball, and the closed eye could not be opened even if it tried to open it again, and it slowly leaked out a thick fishy smell. black blood.

"Whether you have eyes or not does not prevent you from finding him."

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Dizhou is an autumn scene, the leaves are flying in the forest, the weeds are withered and yellow, and the orange-red persimmons hang on the treetops, bending the branches.

Like a dexterous mountain ape, Zhao Yuya jumped up the tree with a single leap. He picked off the biggest and reddest persimmon on the top, put it on the front of his clothes, wiped it, and then put it into the spirit storage bag.

These days he has been following Yunyou to visit Changshu, she is always depressed, she folds countless paper kites, and then puts a wisp of spiritual energy on the paper kites, so as to find the trace of the person she misses.

Just as he was about to pick another persimmon, the sudden chill behind him made his hairs stand on end, and goose bumps appeared on his arms.

Feeling danger, he turned over and jumped away from the tree. When he looked back, the persimmon tree had been split by the cold blade, and frost spread from the treetops, rushing towards him quickly.

Zhao Yuya used his true energy to disperse the oncoming frost, and wanted to find a chance to escape, but a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the sharp sword pointed straight at his neck. He gritted his teeth and dodged, not wanting to be thrown from the right Hit by the cold blade, the whole person fell out and was entangled in frost all of a sudden.

When struggling to break free from the shackles, the ice pick suddenly rose from the ground, directly piercing his back, passing through his abdomen, revealing the bloody tip.

The cold air quickly climbed up his heart along the blood vessels, his face immediately turned pale, and his lips turned black.

A blood-red thing was thrown in front of him, and he tried his best to look at it. It turned out to be a red ghost with only one head left. Its two eyes had been hollowed out long ago, and it died in a miserable state, just like the stone ghost outside the ghost's nest. Skeletons are no different.

Fear floated in his heart, Zhao Yuya saw the blood-stained man in white coming from the cold with a strong killing intent, his right hand held a sword, his chin was stained with fine blood foam, and his black hair, which was always neatly tied, was scattered and scattered. On the shoulders, there are still a few strands of hair hanging on the forehead, matching the beautiful eyebrows and eyes of the prey, showing a kind of crazy beauty.

The man stared at his face for a while, and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the hilt of the sword. The next moment, the sword pierced into his left arm!

The pain in his arm was clear and deep, which made him groan, and he tried his best not to scream out.

Xu Qingyi looked at his face that had become ferocious because of the pain, and suddenly turned the hand holding the sword, and the blade of the sword spun in the flesh and blood, breaking the meridians inside.

"what!"

Zhao Yuya finally couldn't hold back his pain, and looked at him viciously, "If you want to kill, kill him!"

"Give me the antidote for the emotion Gu."

The person in front of him first looked down at him condescendingly, as if he was looking at a lowly scumbag, then bent down slightly, raised his foot to step on his chest, and pressed his body hard to the place where the ice pick rose, and there was a sound of blood tearing from his back , the blood flowed out "hula hua la", soaking the frost on the ground.

"Ugh!"

He only felt that the painful voice didn't come from his mouth, and the feeling of powerlessness lingered in his heart, which made him fall into despair for a while, and said in a weak tone, "Just blow the Gu Xun to attract the Gu insects!"

Xu Qingyi didn't talk nonsense with him, and automatically dissipated part of the frost covering his body, giving him a chance to move his right hand.

He hastily went to fetch the Yin Gu Xun in the spirit storage bag, and blew it tremblingly by his mouth, thinking that he would be able to get rid of this evil god, but after blowing the Yin Gu Xun, the Gu worms did not come out for a long time.

Seeing Xu Qingyi's expression became more and more gloomy, he was so anxious that he broke out in a cold sweat and shook his head: "How is this possible..."

"I don't have the patience to play with you."

The murderous man grabbed his throat, forcing him to turn red, his eyeballs bulged out, the veins on his forehead throbbed horribly, and he stuck out half of his tongue, still persisting intermittently: "No, it's impossible, except, Unless, there is no Gu in your body at all..."

The hand holding the throat suddenly paused, and immediately became more forceful, with a vicious voice: "Don't lie to me, you made this Gu, don't you know?"

"Yes, I did it...but...but after you recover your true essence, the Gu worms will be consumed by the true essence in your body until they die, don't you know!"

"Stop making up nonsense!"

"I didn't lie to you, if you don't believe me, just try it with the Gu King and you'll know!"

The hand around his throat loosened, he took a few breaths of air eagerly, and continued to say in order not to make him angry, "The Gu king attracts ten thousand Gu, if the Gu king doesn't respond, it proves that there is no emotion Gu in your body at all! "

Due to excessive blood loss, Zhao Yuya felt dizzy for a while. He didn't dare to faint now. He bit his tongue to refresh himself. The transparent silkworm climbed out of the jade vessel, looked around for a while, and then slowly crawled back.

"Look, Gu King didn't respond! There is no emotion Gu in your body at all!"

But the person in front of him froze in place, motionless, these words were like a thunderclap, igniting the fiery trees and silver flowers in his heart, "crackling" and burning the rest of the freshness to black, his whole body was like falling into a cave of ice, even after suffering There are countless colds, and it is not as cold as this time.

In his body... there is no emotion Gu?

Xu Qingyi's face became even paler, except for the remaining bloodstains, there was hardly any blood on his body.

"No, it's impossible!"

His voice was high-pitched and hoarse, and he still seemed unwilling to believe that this was the case.

If it wasn't for the Love Thinking Gu, how could he think of that person uncontrollably, if it wasn't for the Love Thinking Gu, how could he be greedy for that person's good, if it wasn't for the Love Thinking Gu, how could he be reluctant to kill him!

At this moment, he was like a wild beast, his eyes were full of panic, and his expression was almost crazy. He lost control and pulled out the long sword still stuck in Zhao Yuya's left arm, and hit him on the chest with his palm, making him vomit blood , passed out.

The moment he raised his sword to aim at his chest, he heard a girl's anxious call from a distance: "Zhao Yuya!"

The frost and ice cones disappeared completely. Xu Qingyi lifted his heavy eyelids, revealing a pair of dark eyes. The blood disappeared into the forest.

The author says:

感谢在2022-08-1700:59:29-2022-08-1713:07:38期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦——

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Canghai with a smile; 2 bottles of Yaoyao; 1 bottle of Takizawa;

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