Lie Huo Jiao Chou

The Nirvana Stone was the stone on the ring that Sheng Lingyuan had on his hand when he met Xuan Ji for the first time.

The stone was ill-fated, broken and knotted, knotted and broken again, 36 times in a cycle.

The memory of 3000 years is like an open book, even if you flip through it briefly, you can't finish it for a while.For Sheng Lingyuan, he can only glimpse the keynote on the pages between the rapidly turning "pages"——

Nirvana is achieved, and the tone is joyful, traveling the world and having nothing to worry about.

The Nirvana stone is broken, and the tone is dark, and it is more tragic every time.

Happiness is the same, but pain is accumulated over time.

Sheng Lingyuan forgot his words for a moment, and Xuan Ji couldn't read a single word from his turbulent thoughts, only separated by that little blood, felt that he was overwhelmed, and almost wanted to turn around and run away.

"It's too much," Xuan Ji thought, "too much."

If it were him, he felt that he might have run away.

3000 years is enough to go through the vicissitudes of life several times, and Houtu cannot remain indifferent. Such heavy love, hatred and separation are heavier than mountains and seas. How can one person bear it?

"Lingyuan," he then stepped back first, struggling to stop the empathy, "don't look at it."

But it's not that easy, because the two of them are no longer one body and the sword, and the sympathy temporarily established by blood is "passive". When it starts and when it disappears is not controlled by them. As before, it can be shared directly, so it is not so convenient to close.

Xuan Ji could only try his best to suppress the memories he had just brought back below his consciousness, and whitewashed them. He tried to concentrate on recalling the human life in this life.

Because in this life, the human world becomes extra interesting and dazzling, and there are more new things that you can come into contact with every day than in the past 100 years.He began to interfere with old memories with those massive amounts of information—college boys’ dormitories with stinky socks flying around, games, sports fields, changing five popular Weibo headlines in three days, eating, drinking and having fun...

Sheng Lingyuan suddenly said, "How did the Nirvana Stone break?"

The Great Thousand World seemed like a bubble, and was smashed to pieces by him.

Xuan Ji's thoughts were immediately disturbed by his words, and those tragic nirvana were once again displayed before Sheng Lingyuan's eyes.

The Nirvana Stone is very fragile, and the reasons for its shattering are various.Because part of the memory is hidden, there must be some incoherence, which cannot withstand scrutiny. Sometimes it is touched by the scene and the emotion is unreasonable. He forgets the matter, but the emotion is still there. When he is overwhelmed by too strong emotions, the Nirvana Stone will easily broken.

Sometimes he himself got tired of playing in the world, and couldn't figure out how he could be born with loneliness in such a lively world of mortals, so he became curious and searched for it by himself.

Most of the time, when he caught up with the war again, he was forced to calm down the imminent Chiyuan, lost his strength, and was unable to maintain the spell on the Nirvana Stone.

Sheng Lingyuan read them one by one, with a more ruthless heart than when he jumped Chiyuan.

"Enough!" Xuan Ji spread his wings violently. The only thing His Majesty has not learned in his life is not to follow the trend, but to run away... No matter how frightened he is, how unbearable he is.

Xuan Ji had no choice but to escape for him and let him be quiet.

The empathy that is maintained by that little blood must have a distance limit. If he flies a little farther, the signal of this thing can't be stronger than China Mobile.

However, as soon as this idea came out, it was immediately captured by Sheng Lingyuan. Before Xuan Ji could spread his wings, a large black mist suddenly rose from the ground, and countless filaments grew out of the black mist, like spider webs, tightly entangled. His wings pulled him down forcibly.

At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan clutched his chest, as if he wanted to dig out his heart and throw it away. Then, thin blood dripped from the corner of his trembling mouth.

Flames jumped from Xuanji's wings, and he broke free from the black mist: "Lingyuan, you..."

Sheng Lingyuan's voice was like cracked iron, with years of rust.

"Why are you not promising? You are promising...cough cough..." He laughed lowly and was choked again, "Dan Li...Dan Li knew the secret of endowing life and kept it hidden until death, you You still believe him...you still..."

In fact, the naive Heavenly Demon Sword Spirit was indeed fooled by this matter back then, but after many lifetimes, no matter how late the Yaozu's mind matures, thousands of years are enough for him to grow up.

If Xuan Ji guessed correctly, he, the real Suzaku descendant, might have been the one who wanted to suppress Chiyuanhuo. Lingyuan is a mixed blood, and his blood is too thin.

After 20 years of melee, how many mixed races are there on the mainland?countless.Really engage in "blood cleansing", even if Dan is ruthless, can he kill it all?Impossible, the mosquitoes and rats that are intensively dealt with every year cannot be completely eliminated, let alone humans.Danli will not fail to understand this truth, but there is only one Suzaku Tianling left in the world, he can only slaughter and weaken the various tribes frantically, and finally let Suzaku Tianling sacrifice to Chi Yuan willingly.

When Lingyuan dissected her Suzaku bloodline, it was impossible for her to be so short-sighted that there would be a destructive demon left in the world, who would let "myself" destroy everything I created with my own hands in a few years.Therefore, the greatest possibility is that he knows that the demonic energy comes from Chi Yuan, including the Heavenly Demon.

Once the Chiyuan fire is extinguished, the Demonic Qi of the Heavenly Demon will not expand infinitely. How can he have the strength to swagger through the market with more than 900 heads like the Demon King?It must be in the severance of the five senses and the dissipation of the seven emotions, there is no interest in life, and self-destruction.

only……

Even if Xuan Ji is not naive now and understands everything, if he is asked to choose again, he will still choose to do his best to keep Sheng Lingyuan's blood, even if the chance of returning that blood to that person is slim.

He is now a little stronger than the little sword spirit who was at a loss.

It's a pity that, under the pressure of the situation, Danli really couldn't wait for the immature Suzaku Tianling to mature. To blame, he could only blame Sheng Lingyuan for being overprotective. As a last resort, Danli prepared the "cheat tool" of Nirvana Stone for him in advance.

"Who wants..." Sheng Lingyuan choked so hard that he couldn't hear it, but his tone was unusually fierce and cold, "Who wants you to save me?"

He naturally knows how to use words to control others, but whenever he speaks, no matter whether it is good or bad, he must purposely grab other people's itches or weaknesses, because he always believes that only useless trash can open their mouths and vent their personal anger.

Now he's saying things that trash would say.

"I... I have no regrets... Cough cough, whether it is skin cramping or bone ashes, I have my own opinion..."

There is no joy in life, and death is meaningless. This body and soul are bought and sold by force when they come.Why should he make up his own mind and squander the most precious thing in his life?

That is how many days and nights, people who even feel that memories are extravagant.

"I need you a little..."

Xuan Ji suddenly pressed over without warning and blocked his mouth.

Xuan Ji was completely impulsive and didn't even have an idea beforehand. Sheng Lingyuan was caught off guard by being folded back from his waist and took two steps back. Yes, he fell backwards under the pressure, the wings snapped together and landed on the ground.

It wraps around him preciously, just like the sword spirit swallowed the blood of the Suzaku that he abandoned in a precious way.

Soft and hot, it is a familiar yet unfamiliar breath.

Like fine wine, one drop can make him intoxicated for thousands of years.It was the taste that Sheng Lingyuan had pondered over and over again in the spring breeze of Dongchuan, but the longing was the longing. He dared to say that he had never had delusional thoughts except in the embarrassing dream when he was a teenager, because mortals who hold treasures do not own treasures, It's only for temporary storage, so how dare you guard it and steal it yourself.

But even if fine wine is splashed on the bruised wound, it still hurts. Sheng Lingyuan's first reaction was to run away as if he had been scalded.

Xuan Ji was actually taken aback by himself, but the moment he finally met the real person, he suddenly lost his mind.

Anyway, there was no place to hide what happened on that snowy night in Duling Palace, Sheng Lingyuan saw it all.

Just presumptuous, what else?

He simply closed his eyes, held up the back of Sheng Lingyuan's head, pierced his five fingers into the cold black hair, and pried open Sheng Lingyuan's cold teeth with every inch.

The 36 Suzaku bones back then had all been destroyed in the depths of Chiyuan, and only this one was broken, so what else?

His last thought seemed to offend "Tian Yan", and His Majesty, who had been stiff and at a loss, suddenly became angry and pinched his neck. The black mist on his fingertips swept across his skin like a letter, making people shudder.Xuan Ji tasted the smell of blood, and was immediately defeated. He almost had the illusion that he was going to be torn apart and swallowed by the opponent.

Just when he was a little bit overwhelmed, Sheng Lingyuan suddenly pushed him away, and only had time to cover his mouth with his head tilted, red and black blood flowed out from between his fingers, dripping on Xuan Ji's wings .

The Suzaku blood that had been stripped for thousands of years pierced into the apex of his heart, took root, flowed into the limbs, and forced out the poison frozen in the sea of ​​consciousness.His whole body seemed to be on fire, and he wished he could curl up, and the feathers that wrapped him suddenly lost their color.

His eyes darkened.

In the mountains and forests, all the hardy birds flew up, and the field staff of the Alien Control Bureau, who was checking the scene, raised his head in surprise, and saw them circling and singing, which seemed to be mournful and joyful.

The damaged energy monitor didn't respond, and the field staff couldn't help but waited in full force. A new field young man was nervous, shaking his hand, and trembling out a piece of talisman, tremblingly going to stick the weird plastic rubber doll, Wang Ze And Xiao Zheng shot four death sights and nailed them in place.

However, for a while, nothing happened, and the birds flew towards the distant hills.

Only the Golden Crow sinks quietly to the west, holding up a glow like wings of fire on the horizon.

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