knife cut mountains and rivers

Zhou Heng was able to control his emotions, but he couldn't control his face. He turned pale as early as the moment he saw Fu Cheng.But Song Xiaochuan had a strange pleasure. He had long been displeased with Zhou Heng's aloof appearance, and any blow to him would make him happy.Song Xiaochuan let go of Zhou Heng. He knelt on the ground and said, "Master, I brought it."

The man called Lord by Song Xiaochuan was dressed in a snow-white robe, his hair was gray and he was old, his white clothes and white hair made him look spotless.His appearance makes people feel quite friendly. If he hadn't met him here, he should be a person that people can't help but want to get close to.His eyebrows are curved, and he has a kind smile when he smiles, just like the old grandfather who will tell you stories at the entrance of the village.He clearly appealed to a group of believers, but his temperament was extremely gentle.The man's voice was old and gentle, "You did a good job."

The old man in white said again: "Are you ready?"

Song Xiaochuan is the most devout congregation. He has carried out this idea for decades and believes it. Song Xiaochuan smiled innocently and said, "I would rather die than not hesitate."

The Life and Death Sect was destroyed, but the Ten Thousand Corpse Formation did not end.The plan started long before Fucheng came, Song Xiaochuan had already killed hundreds of his own kind.But they lacked one of the most critical people - Fucheng.In order to lure Fucheng down the mountain, they did not hesitate to go to Zhengxuan Mountain to assassinate Elder Tang. Of course, Elder Tang was not killed by Fucheng, but by the best assassin in the sect. Door.

For so many years, Fucheng thought he was looking for freedom, but he never escaped from the clutches of the Life and Death Sect.For Fucheng, the world is like a boundless execution ground, life is a slow process of torture, no matter how you escape, it will not help.

Song Xiaochuan was ordered to lurk beside Fucheng, because at this moment today, he carefully followed Fucheng while keeping a distance.Assassinated his kind secretly, and finally died under Fucheng's knife today.

They have been going around for so long, just to finish what they hadn't done back then. Everyone died, and the last survivor was Song Xiaochuan. As long as Fucheng kills Song Xiaochuan, this game can be completely over.Life goes round and round, and they are pursuing a closed loop.

Song Xiaochuan grew up in the life and death religion, and devoted his whole life to this moment today.

After the white-clothed old man and Song Xiaochuan finished their conversation, they turned their attention to Zhou Heng again. He felt that the other party was so calm. He thought Zhou Heng would be hysterical, but he didn't. He neither stepped forward to call Fucheng by name, nor was he stupid enough to come Assassinate himself.

The old man in white looked at Zhou Heng, but couldn't see anything. This man was very good-looking, with a coldness in his softness.Zhou Heng stood under the altar, but his imposing manner was not low. The old man in white smiled gently and said, "As expected of Wu Shisan's favorite."

"Don't call him that." Zhou Heng felt disgusted, he knew who was in charge here, and said, "What did you do to him?"

The old man in white said: "I let him be himself better." Deprived of all the morality, benevolence and righteousness imposed on Fucheng by Xu Yunqi, a stinky Taoist priest, he became Wu Shisan who only knew how to fight.

Zhou Heng understood what the other party meant, and asked, "Are you the leader?"

The leader is already dead, died in front of Fu Cheng and Xu Yunqi, is the leader really resurrected?Or is someone playing a deliberate trick?

"Me?" The old man in white smiled and said, "I am Rama."

Rama?Zhou Heng once heard Fucheng mention the matter of life and death religion. Rama is the rumored "guide", and all the children are chosen by the guide.The guide did not have blood on his hands, as if he had no importance in the religion, but he decided everyone's fate.

Back then Xu Yunqi took the lead in annihilating the Sect of Life and Death, but there were always a few who slipped through the net, and it seemed that this Rama was one of them.

Rama ignored Zhou Heng any more. To him, Zhou Heng was just a part of the completion ceremony, far less important than Fucheng.Now that everyone has come, Rama didn't delay any longer.Everyone knows that the more delays, the worse things are. The congregants in the forest took up their weapons, the farmers picked up their hoes, the woodcutters took out their sickles, and the women took out their kitchen knives. They are all masters of the life and death religion, and each has its own ability to survive.

Beside Rama was a serving subordinate, who was holding something, a white porcelain bowl and a dagger.

Rama stretched out two hands. His hands did not match the old man's face. His face was covered with wrinkles, and his hands seemed to be soaked in vinegar. They were extremely soft. Let alone using a sword, they looked like Nothing heavy was touched.Zhou Heng has been in the palace for many years, and he has seen pampered concubines, and those women's hands are too rough compared to Rama.

Rama cut a cut on his hand with a dagger. He seemed to be a person who was extremely afraid of pain. Although it was only a small injury, he showed an expression of extreme pain.Blood fell into the white porcelain bowl, and a moment later, he walked towards Fucheng with a knife.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Heng's complexion changed suddenly, and before he finished speaking, Song Xiaochuan's dagger was pressed against his neck.

Song Xiaochuan sent the dagger forward, the blade touched Zhou Heng's artery, and said, "Don't act rashly."

Song Xiaochuan looked at everything in front of him almost crazy, he rarely comforted Zhou Heng, and said: "Fucheng will not be hurt, they are forming a blood alliance."

Zhou Heng saw with a livid face that Fucheng's hand was also cut, and the blood was mixed with Rama's blood.

The viscous plasma was gently shaken in the white porcelain bowl, and it became more and more viscous as if by magic, until it finally appeared in the state of rice paste.Rama looked at Fucheng, his hands trembled a little, and it was hard for him not to feel awe in the face of Fucheng. He stretched out two fingers and dipped the blood in the white porcelain bowl.At this moment, the congregation in the forest suddenly became crazy. They hit the ground with their weapons, and the sound of the four-cornered bell rang out from nowhere.

The congregation seemed to be performing sacrifices in the mountain tribe, and they looked at the altar enthusiastically.If Rama asked them to cut open his heart with a knife at this time, they would not have the slightest hesitation.

Rama heard the voices of the congregation, and seemed to have absorbed nutrients from these fanatical hymns. His complexion turned rosy, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, and even his wrinkles faded a little.He shouted loudly and poked Fu Cheng's face with two fingers.

Rama raised two fingers together, like an invisible knife, obviously just smearing, but Zhou Heng felt that he seemed to be killing people.

"Life is like a dream, and life and death are impermanent." After a long time, Rama read the first sentence, and the blood-stained fingers drew a bloodstain on Fucheng's right cheek just as the words fell.

Rama stretched out his finger, pointing his fingertips at the sky, and there was a bang, and a thunder exploded in the sky.

"Abandon the world of mortals, Wuxiang Shensao." Rama's voice was old and hoarse, the seemingly easy moves seemed to consume energy, his movements were slow and difficult, his fingers slipped, and a bloodstain was drawn on Fucheng's left cheek.

Rama seemed unable to bear it, he panted slightly, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, Rama's fingers were pressed against Fucheng's chin, but his hands were trembling, and his lips were trembling too.The voices of the congregation became even crazier. Rama's finger snapped down, and the blood stains all the way to Fucheng's collarbone, as if to split Fucheng's whole body in half.

Rama shouted: "Thousands of bones, the soul returns to Jiuquan."

Saying these three words seemed to have exhausted all his energy. He collected himself, and his subordinates came over to wipe the sweat off his forehead. Rama's fingers poked Fucheng's throat. This is the fragile trachea. Fucheng's weak breathing could be felt under the thin skin.

The last knife wiped Fu Cheng's throat horizontally, and Fu Cheng was split open by the invisible knife.

"Evil ghosts fight, evil gods are born!"

Zhou Heng held his breath watching all this. He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he had to be affected by the weird ceremony in front of him.His heart was affected, and he couldn't help observing the other party's every move, Fu Cheng still closed his eyes and didn't respond.

With a bang, the white porcelain bowl hit the ground, and the plasma burst. Rama staggered back a step, and barely stopped with the support of his subordinates.Rama adjusted his breathing, pushed his subordinates away, and looked at his work. There were two bloodstains on Fucheng's face and a blood cross on his neck. Today, Fucheng looks like an emissary of the deep mountain tribe.

Zhou Heng's chest was throbbing violently. Rama was just drawing a talisman, but each finger seemed to be killing people, as if he was holding a knife to carve something about their life and death teachings on Fucheng's body. Zhou Heng felt the same, feeling like stabbing Generally on their own.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but after reading only four sentences, Rama seemed to be a little older just now, and the wrinkles on his face were deeper, like dry and cracked land.

Rama put his palm on Fucheng's head, and chanted something Zhou Heng couldn't understand, which sounded like an ancient curse.After Rama spoke, the congregation also chanted in unison. The sound seemed tangible, and the incantations chanted by all the people converged into an invisible force.The sound of chanting sutras resounded throughout the forest, and the birds were alarmed, flapping their wings, and flew away from this ominous place as if fleeing for their lives.

There are dark clouds above the head, like black ink puffing across the sky, it is almost suffocating.

The sound of the four-corner bells accompanied the scriptures to the point of ear-piercing, Zhou Heng couldn't help covering his ears, and shouted: "Shut up!"

No one stopped because of Zhou Heng's voice, and the chanting became louder and louder. Zhou Heng had to be lucky to suppress the intruding magic sounds, but he couldn't resist the spells that kept getting into his ears, like the whispers of the devil .

Life is like a dream, life and death are impermanent.Abandoning the world of mortals, the magic sword without phase.Thousands of miles of white bones, the soul returns to Jiuquan...

They recited it over and over again, the sound of the bells at the four corners, and the crazy congregation hitting the ground with their weapons, making people unconsciously want to fall into it.Song Xiaochuan and the congregation are like people in shadow puppetry, they have no soul, they have the same fanatical expression, their lips open and close, and they say the same words with the same frequency.

Life is like a dream, life and death are impermanent, abandoning the world of mortals, a magic sword without a phase...

"Evil ghosts fight, evil gods are born!" The man yelled, and his yelling was like a secret signal, and the chanting of the congregation suddenly disappeared.

The congregation looked at Rama, they were extremely nervous, waiting with bated breath, they needed an instruction, an instruction from heaven, Song Xiaochuan looked at the man solemnly, he was the messenger between heaven and earth.

Rama's eyes slowly swept across the crowd. He accepted the respect from everyone. He was the messenger of the evil god and the guide who led the evil god into the world.Everyone has been waiting for this day for too long. No one has been able to do it before, and no one will be able to do it in the future. When he said the last sentence, he was even a little indescribably excited, saying: "Evil ghosts fight, evil gods are born! "

The congregation seemed to feel a sudden force, they smashed their weapons to the ground more anxiously and quickly, and then stared at Zhou Heng together.

Zhou Heng finally broke free from the torment of the magic sound. Facing the crazy faces of the congregation, their facial features were almost distorted, but Zhou Heng said: "Me and him, who is the sacrifice?" Zhou Heng saw it, They are stubbornly completing the ceremony that they did not complete that year.

"You are very smart." Rama looked at Zhou Heng approvingly, and said, "No wonder he likes you so much."

Rama continued: "First Yiqi, then you." Sure enough, Yiqi, one of the survivors on the stele, was Song Xiaochuan.

Zhou Heng reminded in a cold voice: "Fucheng cannot kill people." Fucheng has a demon in his heart, and he will not suddenly be able to overcome his own shadow.

People are not puppets without souls. Even if Zhou Heng stood in front of Fucheng and exposed his fragile neck, Fucheng still couldn't kill people.

Rama's expression was a little lonely. He knew about Fucheng's affairs, and he felt quite sorry for Fucheng's experience. Fucheng's knife seemed to be welded to death in the scabbard and lost its original function. It was all caused by Xu Yunqi, but they found a way and said, "I can let him kill people."

When Fucheng wakes up and he is already covered in blood, it will be too late.

Zhou Heng laughed when he heard the words, thinking that these people from the Life and Death Sect were really crazy. They not only wanted to create a murderous monster, but also tried to control him.Zhou Heng doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, let alone that this move can control Fucheng's mind.

What kind of shit evil god?Fucheng is just a bitch.

Song Xiaochuan said: "What are you laughing at?"

Zhou Heng laughed at their ignorance. This group of people gathered together and had a daydream that outsiders could see through at a glance, and said, "You think this crap can control Fucheng? You underestimate him too much."

Song Xiaochuan also laughed, he didn't like Zhou Heng's blind self-confidence, and said, "We have Su Meiniang."

Su Meiniang was sitting in the carriage not far away, surrounded by Li Jianqing's "Kun", Su Meiniang did not dare to be too far away from Fucheng, she could not control this person.At this moment, there are two vertical pupils in her slender and charming eyes, which looks like a weird cat demon.

Su Meiniang was supporting the carriage with one hand, her lips were slightly parted, and she only repeated one word from beginning to end - kill.

Zhou Heng got what he wanted, and said: "It turns out that Su Meiniang did the soul-hunting technique." Zhou Heng looked at Fucheng on the altar, half-closed his eyes, and looked quite obedient.

Song Xiaochuan's complexion was not very good, Zhou Heng set him up and said, "Shut up."

Zhou Heng said: "Have you finished your trick?"

Forming a blood alliance and birthing an evil god are all nonsense.

Zhou Heng looked at Song Xiaochuan and said, "Are you so willing to die?" No one wants to live, and Bai Xiangxiang from Baihua Street only wants to have an ordinary life after all his efforts.

Song Xiaochuan was a little obsessed, he is a devout believer, his life has meaning because of the existence of Fucheng, he said: "Death in Fucheng's hands is not considered death."

Crazy, a bunch of lunatics.

"Then I'll give you a ride." Zhou Heng suddenly became ruthless, he slapped Song Xiaochuan's shoulder with his palm, and even gave Song Xiaochuan a slap while Song Xiaochuan was not paying attention.Song Xiaochuan was still immersed in the frenzy, and was hit in the left rib by a single blow.

Song Xiaochuan thought that Zhou Heng was a superior person, and people like them cherished their lives the most.However, in order to escape from his knife, Zhou Heng's fragile neck brushed against the dagger, and a bloodstain was drawn on his left neck, only an inch away from his throat.

Sacrificing less important things in exchange for important things, such as sacrificing an arm in exchange for a life, this is what Fucheng taught Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng touched his neck, and his two fingers were stained with blood. Compared with Fucheng, this wound is not worth mentioning. The next moment, Zhou Heng walked towards Rama on the altar, and shouted: "Return him!" Give me."