Yu Wu

"You wait for me, I'll come with you."

After Mo Xi finished speaking, the monks on the distant battlefield suddenly heard a deafening scream, and then, as if the heavens and the earth were torn apart, a giant whale that covered the clouds and the sun suddenly jumped out of the turret of the king's city. Howling, the spirit body is more refined and larger than ever before.

Hua Poan, who had fought Jiang Fuli till the end, raised his head suddenly: "This is..."

The Tuntian completely released by Mo Xi is no longer in the form of martial arts. It gradually gathers in the majestic clouds and clouds to form a real body, which is gorgeous and endless. When it is pitched and exhaled, it is like rain falling on the whole city, golden light shining, and Hongqiao piercing the sun.

"Holy Immortal Beast?!"

Hua Poan's expression suddenly changed: "When did Chonghua become such a spirit beast!!"

Jiang Fuli was seriously injured, but he still gritted his teeth and passed the sword, and said to him: "I'm afraid it has been refined long ago, Hua Poya, it's because you have always underestimated people's hearts."

"...People's hearts?" Hua Poan sneered coldly, with a shadow of almost madness covering his face, "I have been a slave, a monarch, and a national teacher all my life... I have changed identities, tasted all kinds of tastes, and seen all the injustices in the world... What is the human heart? It's just a layer of gold powder on the heart of a beast, it's so despicable!"

He narrowed his eyes: "People's hearts have always been no different from beasts. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Because of my ancestor's mistake, the descendants have been slaves for hundreds of years. So I believe in fighting and blood! I have never underestimated people's hearts, but you——! Palace Master Shen, it is you who take people's hearts too seriously! You really think too highly of this group of people!"

He slapped Jiang Fuli's chest with his palm, intending to hit his heart, but he turned his palm and hit Jiang Fuli's shoulder hard instead.

Su Yurou saw that Jiang Fuli couldn't hold on on the battlefield, so she couldn't help crying: "Fuli...!"

Hua Po'an's face was extremely cold and bloody, his eyes gleamed with blood, and his gaze fell down: "Shut up, you bitch! It was you who secretly tricked him into betraying me, and I haven't settled this account with you yet!"

Su Yurou sadly said: "Master, please let him go... I was the one who took him away back then, and I erased his memory. He doesn't remember anything... But he still remembers the sword manual of breaking water that I gave you ...a sword that changes in the spring and autumn every five years, and a sword that lasts ten years against the vicissitudes of life.

Hua Po'an's expression moved slightly, as if hesitating.

Su Yurou was heartbroken for Jiang Fuli, and seeing Hua Poan hesitated, she continued: "He...he always remembers you in his heart, please don't hurt him...please..."

Jiang Fuli said sharply, "You don't have to beg him!"

"..."

At this moment, Jiang Fuli couldn't bear the internal injury, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He swept back a few feet, leaned on the ground with his sword, raised his head and gasped, "Hua Po Dark. Listen carefully. I am indeed... still I can remember intermittent past events, but that's because I hate you so much, I hate you so much! I remember you only because...I hate you...I hate you to the core."

Hua Poan narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at him silently.

If you look closely at Hua Poan's eyes at this time, there is actually a trace of panic flashing in the madness and brutality.

Jiang Fuli took a breath, and continued: "In this life, whether it is Jiang Fuli or Palace Master Shen Tang, there is only one sentence left for you in the end."

That kind of panic flashed suddenly, Hua Po's dark face changed, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up!"

He vaguely knew what Jiang Fuli would say. Those words were not spoken by Shen Tang when his soul disappeared a hundred years ago, and he would often hear them in the depths of his nightmares during the ups and downs of these hundreds of years.

The dangerous city in his heart has been stormy for hundreds of years, and today, it seems that a thunderbolt will eventually destroy the city.

Jiang Fuli looked at him in the rustling wind, his eyes had both Jiang Fuli's own indifference and Shen Tang's sadness.

Hua Poan's hair stood on end, he almost shouted sharply: "Shut up! Shut up!!"

Jiang Fuli's lips and teeth touched, and the words of eternal fare that had been lingering for a hundred years were finally uttered on this day, in the reenactment of the past and the past.

"Hua Po Dark, I'm sick of you."

Hua Poan suddenly pursed her lips, her expression twisted and weird, as if she wanted to laugh out loud, but also as if she had been touched by a scar that hadn't healed for a hundred years, her complexion turned pale suddenly.

His pupils narrowed, staring at him strangely.

Seeing this, Su Yurou couldn't help but said anxiously: "Fu Li, stop talking!"

Jiang Fuli didn't listen to Su Yurou's words, he continued: "That year, it was Shen Tang who redeemed you from slavery, accepted you as a disciple, and gave you the name Hua Po An. At this moment, this name, I I'm taking it back for him."

"From this moment on, you can be Liao Kingdom's national teacher, ruler, and immortal devil. You can be whatever you want. But...you can no longer be Hua Poyan."

"Under Shen Tang's sect, there is no disciple like you."

Hua Po'an's eyes were like blood, and the spider threads in his eyes were scarlet. He gritted his teeth and roared: "Master...!"

Jiang Fuli said dumbly: "I can't bear it."

"..." Hua Poan's fingers creaked, "Shen Tang! Are you really going to force me to this point?!"

Jiang Fuli said: "I'm not Shen Tang, I'm just a living dead person you dragged back from the underworld. You're not Hua Poyan, you're just a mistrust he was in the school back then..." He paused, white The teeth trembled slightly, but the words clearly said these two words - "vicious dog."

After he finished saying this, Hua Poan suddenly paused, as if he had been whipped hard by an invisible whip.A look of pain flashed across that face that had always been filled with viciousness.

After a long while, he suddenly raised his head and laughed, laughing insanely, and repeatedly said harshly: "Okay——Okay!"

Say three times, and suddenly furious, just about to attack again, the giant whale that stirred up the wind and clouds above the turret at Moxi suddenly pitched and rose into the sky, and then burst into a dazzling radiance amidst the exclamation of everyone, the whale It roared and swallowed the sky, its tail touched the sun, and then it slammed into the torrential blood demon pool!

"Holy Immortal Beast! It really is a Holy Immortal Beast!"

"Mo Shuai can summon holy beasts!!"

Hua Poan was on the verge of berserk at this time, every move was extremely fierce, and he turned towards Jiang Fuli.He didn't take it seriously when the audience shouted like this, and said calmly: "So what if you can summon the holy beast? If you summon it, it can only protect a corner of Huawang City, and this future generation will not be able to—"

He wouldn't sacrifice himself for this country that no longer had his lover.

It is not possible to die for this Kyushu where there are intrigues and intrigues.

It is not possible that he would sacrifice his life and perish together for this country that once accused his lover of being a traitor.

But before he could say those words, Mo Xi had detonated the dazzling dome of the holy beast, and threw it towards the vast sea of ​​blood!

With a "boom", the momentum was like a rolling mat, and the sky and the earth shook!

The soldiers of the northern border army couldn't help crying out: "Mr. Xihe!!!"

"Mo handsome!!"

Hua Poan was shocked for a moment, she couldn't believe her eyes.

crazy? !

Is this man crazy? !Why do you go through so much suffering, lose all your relatives and love, and suffer so much fate, but still walk this path of helping others? ! !

What can I get?for what? ! !

Does this person... have no hatred, no selfishness, no desires? !

Why would you make such a choice! ? ! !

In a daze, Jiang Fuli saw the right moment, and slashed with his sword!Hua Poan was a little slow to dodge in astonishment, his shoulder was scratched by the ground, blood spattered!Hua Poan let out a muffled snort, stepped back quickly, and looked down, only to see a deep and ferocious bloodstain running down his shoulder, where the bones under the flesh and blood could be seen.

Holding the sword, Jiang Fuli looked at Hua Poan, the hundred-year-old demon, in the bloody wind of the decisive battle.

Hoarsely, with bleeding lips parted, he whispered, "...you don't understand, do you? You'll never understand. But..."

He paused, raised his hand to polish the sword light inch by inch, and the strong wind blew up, and he was going to have a final showdown with Hua Poyin.Jiang Fuli said word by word: "A hundred years ago, how you were defeated outside Chonghua City is still the same today. There are not only Shentang in the world who will stop your ambitions and are willing to protect the people of the country with flesh and blood. People, never... Shen Tang is not the only one!!"

The sea boils and the landslides, slamming Baji - he suddenly attacked Hua Po secretly!

At the same time, blood splashed everywhere from the turret, and Mo Xi, under Tun Tian's protection, plunged into the depths of the Red River's sea of ​​blood.

"Ginger Pharmacist!!"

"Mo Shuai!"

The battlefield screamed.

But Mo Xi couldn't hear it anymore, he had plunged into the sea of ​​blood.And strange to say, it was clearly the last moment of his life, but he felt that everything suddenly became so peaceful and peaceful.

Blissfully, in the sea of ​​blood, amidst the scarlet eyes, he quickly saw the heart of the blood monster sinking at the bottom.

He knew that as long as he destroyed this heart, everything would be over.

The sea of ​​blood will turn into a clear lake, and Hua Poyan will lose his power, and become a mortal who can be beheaded.

just himself—

The words of the guardian god of the reversal stone seem to be in my ears: "Kyushu will be protected, but you will die with the blood monster, and you will be out of reincarnation forever, and you will not be reincarnated."

Mo Xi smiled lightly, without further hesitation.He stretched out his hand and touched the beating heart of the blood monster.

Gu Mang merged into a monster, and he became a fairy.

But they ended up going the same way after all.

Mo Xi slowly landed at the bottom of the pool of blood, and he whispered to the heart: "This is the path I finally chose, Gu Mang. Wait for me to accompany you."

The palms are covered, and the brilliance surges.

Tuntian's spiritual power and Jingchen's spiritual power collided at this moment, but they were not fighting fiercely as expected.Perhaps it was because the two hosts who were connected to the spirit beast were so lingering, Mo Xi couldn't feel any pain even though the depths of the sea of ​​blood were turbulent and the sea was raging with wind.

He only felt that his eyes were becoming more and more blurred, and his body was getting lighter and lighter, like a belated relief.

Around him, the blood water gradually faded into clear river water, and with the destruction of the Blood Demon Beast's heart, the clear river water expanded like ink stains on paper.

Slowly, the sea of ​​blood is no longer a sea of ​​blood.

The scarlet that devoured Kyushu became the flowing water that nourished the fertile soil.

He suddenly choked out blood, his spiritual power was dissipated, the river water poured back, and he gradually couldn't breathe.He looked up, knowing that this was the end of fate.The Reversing Stone gave him two paths, life and death, he chose the latter.

Gu Mang's fusion of soul with the blood demon beast can still burn the light of his life.

He is a person who merged with the holy beast, and... how could he lose to his elder brother Gu Mang...

He laughed with some relief. At this time, the sky light poured down through the water, as if countless golden raindrops were falling around Mo Xi, and the light became more and more brilliant, as if a golden rain fell between the sky and the earth.

The rain is falling lightly, the drizzle is misty, and everything has become so peaceful at this moment.

And in the depths of this gentle rain, Mo Xi suddenly saw a figure slowly appearing.

Mo Xi was stunned.

That person, with flamboyant shoes and a blue-gold heroic scarf, approached, and could see a handsome young face, a bright and dazzling smile, a pair of black eyes, and no injuries on his body, from the deepest part of the lake, to him Chan came with a smile.

Gu Mang...

Mo Xi, who originally thought he would never suffer any more pain, no longer have any nostalgia, suddenly choked up at this moment.

It's Gu Mang...

But this Gu Mang didn't seem to come from the bottom of the lake, but like when they first met on the battlefield more than ten years ago, Senior Brother Gu approached him from the campfire and extended his hand to the lonely him.

Mo Xi's eyes were red, and he said hoarsely: "Senior brother..."

is it you?

Is it your phantom, your soul, or the illusion of my dying?

No one answered him.This Gu Mang just walked up to him all the way like he did many years ago, like they did when they were young, spread his hand, handed it to him, and said gently to his lover who was sinking in the water:

"Mo Xi, we're going home."

The war is over, it's all over.

We go home.

We are home.