9000 years

The thick mist rose quickly, Xuanli carefully placed the feather on the ground, and he closed his eyes. The wings behind him that had died down not long ago were burning again. The wings were tens of meters long, and the hot flames lay across Among them, Qing Heng paused, his face sank immediately, and said: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you doing?" Xuanli's pupils burned with the raging fire, dazzling scarlet, his white clothes turned into black, his plain white hair flew up in the wind, and a dark purple streamer rose from the misty fog barrier. Qingheng looked at the different The usual fire light suddenly changed his expression, and shouted: "Fengling, be presumptuous."

Ziyoulihuo, the highest level spell of the Phoenix Clan, since the birth of the Phoenix Clan, very few people have practiced it. To kill gods and demons, even if it is only touched by a spark, it will be a prairie fire in an instant. The Phoenix Clan rules first, It cannot be used when it is not life and death, do not kill those who are close to you, do not kill those who are gracious and virtuous Now, Xuanli uses it to deal with the heavens, one of the only two gods in the world-Emperor Qingheng, get close Favor, kindness and virtue.

He couldn't care less about anything.

"Heh, presumptuous? Fengling is presumptuous today. He has lived for tens of thousands of years, and has never been presumptuous once. He kept his law and order, restrained himself and disciplined himself. He put heaven first in everything and changed the ending like this, haha," he laughed. He said, but there was no smile in his tone, and the fire was beating in his hands, "Today, I, Fengling, leveled the heavens, and I will break away from the divine book from now on. I swear by blood. When we meet again in the future, there is no need to show mercy to this matter. I have no regrets!"

After the voice fell, the purple streamer pierced through the misty fog barrier, and the scorching fire fell head-on. The Jiyuan Palace immediately burned up, and the hall that had been transformed into an instant collapsed. Steel looked at the crazy Xuanli in front of him, and shouted: "Crazy kid, do you know what you're doing?"

Once out of the divine book, Xuanli is in the three realms, he is neither a god nor a demon, and there is no place for him to go. Where can he go?

There are dancing flames in his eyes, Xuanli looked at the direction of Jiyuan Palace motionless, his memories stuck in the firelight, he still remembered that when he was very young, Shangwu Palace had not been built yet, Qing Heng would often bring himself here to play. At that time, Jiyuan Palace was the place Xuanli was most familiar with besides Danyang Palace. The place of memory was burned by his own hands.

Qing Heng stood angrily and helplessly on the cloud, with the fly whisk back and forth in his hands, and for a moment, the clouds above his head were covered with heavy rain.

The mist blinded his eyes, but it couldn't extinguish Ziyouli's fire. Xuanli wiped the rain on his face, feeling something was wrong. He turned around in a hurry, and the feather that was originally placed on the ground was covered by the dust as far as he could see. The soft silk was coiled and went up quickly, Xuanli's reaction was astonishing, the silk thread pulled out the sleeve, the silk thread crossed the void and entangled the person, a dazzling Lihuo was released, and fell on the whisk along the golden thread, falling up In an instant, the whisk wrapped around Fuyu disappeared suddenly, and Xuanli exerted strength in his palm, and just when he was about to pull the person in front of him, a silver-white long sword came out of thin air, the blade was sharp, straight Flying feathers came, Xuanli retreated desperately, at the moment of retreating, a huge wall of water rose behind him, Xuanli's wings were too late to be retracted, and he was tightly wrapped in it, pinching back and forth for a while, he thought After a movement, the wings suddenly disappeared. Xuanli turned sideways to avoid the approaching long sword, turned around out of thin air, rolled Fuyu into his arms and kicked the saber out with one foot, with a "buzz", the sword The sound waves rising from the trembling of the body were clear and piercing, echoing endlessly, faintly disturbing the mind, Xuanli quickly stabilized his body and mind, and formed a barrier for himself.He raised his head, and finally saw clearly the giant water wall in front of him. The golden lotus flourished in the wall, which turned out to be the water in the Chijin Terrace.

The whole Baichongtian was covered with water for a while, Xuanli was drenched all over, a lotus leaf emerged from the wall of water, Xuanli tore it off and covered Fuyu, the water droplets at the end kept sticking , as if locked in a wall.

It's a pity that it's nothing more than a wall of water. Compared with Ziyou Lihuo, it's too trivial. He turned around and glanced at Qingheng on the cloud. The palm of his hand was filled with flames again, and the purple flame heart couldn't stop beating. He said to the people behind him: "If Your Majesty insists on doing this, Feng Ling will have no choice but to keep dying."

With swords facing each other, there is no return.

"you

"Qing Heng didn't know what to say, you lost the text for a while, there was no movement around for a long time, a cold air hit behind him, Xuan Li was caught off guard, just turned around, and the sword that he kicked down pierced through Xuan Li didn't even have a chance to react.

The surrounding area of ​​the wound was numb, Xuanli gradually felt that he could not see clearly, his whole body became weak, and he almost couldn't hold the person in his arms.

Qingheng came down from the clouds, and the rainwater automatically avoided wherever he passed. He was covered in white clothes without even a single drop of water. Fuchen wrapped around Fuyu who was crumbling in Xuanli's arms one step ahead of him. Xuanli was in a trance, and the pain was infinitely reduced. , his whole body was stiff and out of his control, but at the moment when Fuchen wrapped Fuyu, he didn't know where the strength came from, but he hugged him tightly, and Fuchen stopped in mid-air, Qing Heng looked down at Xuanli, not knowing said something.

There was a warm pink in front of him, Xuanli was cold all over, but his vision gradually became clear, it was a peach forest, soft peach blossoms and fallen leaves were covered with a thick layer of cushions, and there was almost no sound when stepped on.

There was a faint human voice not far away, Xuanli got up in a daze, as if there was something controlling him in his body, he went to the place where the voice was, bypassed a huge peach tree, and entanglement appeared in front of his eyes. He blushed immediately, the person in front of him was none other than him and Fuyu.

It was the time in Xishan!

He was pressed under him in disheveled clothes, his brows were tightly furrowed, he seemed to be happy but impatient, he couldn't help panting while hugging the man's neck, he didn't realize it at the time, but now that he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that it was a What a shameful thing, he seemed to be stunned, standing there motionless, suddenly, the person lying on top of him suddenly raised his head, his eyes fell on him, his eyes were ordinary, Xuanli suddenly woke up, wasn't he still in Baichongtian just now?how suddenly

wow——

The surrounding scene collapsed in an instant, and even the people in the peach forest disappeared in an instant. Xuanli opened his eyes, the water mist made his eyes dim and he couldn't see people clearly, and the sound of pattering rain could be heard in his ears. He fell to the ground, his arms empty.

"Where is Fuyu Fuyu?" He suddenly widened his eyes, the rain fell into his eyes, his limbs seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move at all, but there was only one thought in his mind, they would kill him, they would definitely kill him He, and he, cannot lose him, "Your Highness—"

Thunder suddenly sounded in the ears, Qing Heng, who was holding the long sword, paused, and looked up in disbelief. At that moment, Xuan Li, who fell on the ground and should have slept for at least an hour, got up slowly, forcefully The medicinal power of Xiaotianjingsan made him unable to stand still. His clothes were soaked through, and the blood mixed with rainwater merged into a trickle under his body. He raised his palm tremblingly, and the fire in his pupils flickered, just like his With an indistinct will, the Ziyou Lihuo melted away in mid-air, and the golden lotus in the water wall behind him suddenly burned, and the pure fairy power bypassed the flames in the sky, and the shadow of the sword was like the wind. When people saw it clearly, a giant sword Hanging above his head, the blade of the sword is cold, it is actually Fuyu's Wuling sword, Qing Heng looked at the scene in front of him with sparse eyes, he suddenly had a strange feeling, maybe this is the ending.

When did it start, the two people in front of me are no longer just two people, they are connected to each other by blood, the fairy artifacts communicate with each other, and they are all imprinted by each other. The body and even the soul have long been inseparable, one is prosperous and the other is damaged, All lost.

This day has come after all, no matter how many remedies he has done, it still won't help. Starting from the 4 years that was accidentally promised 3000 years ago, the instigator of all this is none other than Qing Heng himself. At this point, it can only be said that he did bad things with good intentions, and this is his retribution.

Qing Heng sighed, the flashing figure in the cloud had long since disappeared, Fu Yu who was bound in front of him had a weak aura, and a white light flickered on him, it was the soul that Xuan Li had lost.

He can't die, the world is deeply affectionate.

The shouts in Jiyuan Palace were endless, and countless little fairy children escaped from the palace. They stared blankly at the spectacle in front of them, all of them were drenched by the rain, and the fairy servant standing in the front was the most familiar with Xuanli. While wiping the rain from his face, he yelled at people: "Dijun, no!"

However, Xuanli's mind was blank, everything turned to gray in his eyes, the sound of the wind was turbulent in his ears, and the moment the spiritual power of his fingertips trembled in his mind, it rose into the sky like fireworks.

bang——

The huge wall of water broke suddenly, and the billowing tide rushed towards the crowd in an instant, and the huge waves surged down. Xuanli instinctively went towards Fu Yu's direction. At the moment when the tide fell, he finally touched his sweetheart. As if holding a precious treasure, Xuanli hugged him into his arms with dull eyes, his body floated up and down with the current, and finally, when the Jiyuan Palace was completely reduced to ashes, Xuanli woke up.

It's like he had a dream, he tasted all the spring, autumn and winter, the warmth and coldness of people.

The blue smoke melted straight up into the clouds, and a hoarse voice came from the wind. After tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes and changes, I began to think of my kindness, and I said goodbye today, "Fengling, thank you for looking after you for many years. What Fengling did, there is no complaint. Regret, farewell today, I hope everything will be fine, I will meet again in the future, and there will be no time after ahem."

Qing Heng watched silently, Xuan Li stood up in sight, from the beginning to the end, he carefully hugged the person in his arms, he had nothing left, only this point belonged to him completely.

One black and one white shadow finally disappeared into the sky, Qing Heng spread out his hand holding Fuchen tightly, thousands of words were stuck in his throat, and finally he could only sigh and say nothing more.

A moment later, the entire heaven was lit with raging purple light, and the clouds and mist were also swallowed by the light. In the building, the magic soldiers stationed there remained motionless, turning into a handful of fly ash in an instant.

Eyes are full of dazzling flames. Fuyu was burned once before, but now Xuanli is burned for the second time.

After the settlement, they finally owed nothing to anyone.

All the guarding demon soldiers were buried in the sea of ​​flames, and even the plants and trees in the heavens were reduced to ashes. Xuan Li hugged the person in his arms and shuttled through the flames. When he left, he looked back at his Shangwu Palace. The sycamore trees are dense, the peach blossoms are still in bloom, and the faint golden light on the roof of the palace is shining, everything looks the same as usual, but since then, there are no such people in the palace anymore.

The end of the song, the end of the song, this is the real end of the song.

Looking back at Xuanli's life, peach blossoms have bloomed and fallen, and boundless loneliness is the main theme. In the boring life day after day, there were also brief happy moments. The kindness that could not be given out for a long time, had nothing to ask for, no complaints, never did what one wanted, and never acted recklessly, with a gentle heart and affectionate eyes, and what she asked for was only one person.

However, this person, he begged for 9000 years.

Now at last, cutting off the gown, the past and the past are gone with the wind, the kindness is gone, the grievances and grievances are cleared, Xuanli and those so-called ties are far away from now on, and I hope the world will not be seen.

Is the end, but also the beginning.