Green Lantern Bond

Chongyun fled.

When the news spread from Dongzhou to Sanwei Mountain, Murong Shu was leading people to forcibly break through the barrier of Sanwei Mountain, but for tens of thousands of years, how could they have been able to covertly protect the Clan Protection Barrier of the Qingniao Clan? What's more, when they realized the crisis, the Cyan Bird Clan had already prepared their defenses. At this time, the two sides were separated by an invisible barrier, and their swords were on the verge of breaking out, but neither of them could go any further.

The stalemate here for three days has already exhausted all of Murong Shu's patience. He was so annoyed that he decided to forcibly break the barrier of the Three Dangerous Mountains after discussing with the other Patriarchs.

After Murong Shu gave an order, several cultivators exerted their strength and were about to join hands to break the barrier, but only heard the sound of breaking wind, and a sword light came from far to near, like white practice piercing the sky, in the momentum of thunder The lieutenant cut off the hands of several monks.

Before the monks could react, their arms had broken and fell to the ground. Everyone behind them was stunned to see the monks folded their arms and screamed in pain, but they were all horrified and speechless.

"Who?!" Murong Shu looked around angrily, only to see the sound of the sword, and Chong Yun, dressed in snow-white clothes, stepped on the sword.

Chongyun Yujian stopped in the sky above where the Immortal Family was stationed, a pair of pupils that were like a speck of ink stared at the people below without any warmth, like a long winter night, exuding biting cold.

"The demon lord is present in this world, demons are making troubles, and the world of comprehension is already not peaceful. Now you self-proclaimed righteous people from the immortal family don't put eliminating demons first, but are obsessed with heretics. It's really ridiculous." Chongyun's cold voice It sounded in the sky, and the monks below felt a little ashamed.

Murong Shu stared at him unkindly: "You Qingniao clan is evil and crooked, what's wrong with us killing harm in the cultivation world?"

"is it?"

Murong Shu didn't want to waste time with him. He came here this time for the well-known secret, and what he said now was just an excuse to cover up the truth. Everyone present knew it clearly, and Murong Shu also I don't think there is any need to get entangled in this matter anymore, as long as the Cyan Bird Clan is solved and the Tao becomes a fairy, what's the point of mere demon world?

"Don't talk nonsense with him! Don't forget, everyone, what is the purpose of our coming here? As long as we get rid of the monsters of the Blue Bird Clan, why should the people of the Demon Realm be afraid?" Murong Shu gave an order, "Give it to me! Take down the heavy Yun, attack Sanwei Mountain!"

"kill!"

The heavy cloud did not retreat.

Behind him is the Sanwei Mountain. If he takes a step back, the entire Sanwei Mountain will really become a purgatory.

He turned over his sleeves, and held a blue-white longbow in his hand, his jade-like eyes froze, three long arrows resting on the strings, he pulled the bow and arrows away with his hand, and the long arrows flew out!

But the long arrow deviated from the aim, three arrows were fired at once, but only one hit the enemy directly.

Cultivators rushed forward one after another, spreading out a battlefield in front of the gate of the Blue Bird Clan, and there was only one person who was the enemy of thousands of troops.

The long-term consumption of true energy made Chongyun's face more and more ugly, and he was gradually exhausted.

At this moment, the barrier behind him fluctuated slightly.

Chongyun turned his head back in horror and growled, "Go back!"

"Fourth brother!" Chongya ran out from behind the barrier, "Fourth brother, come back!"

Chongyun frowned lightly, folded his body and flew to Chongya's side: "Let's go."

But his hand was suddenly pulled away, Chongya looked at him with some doubts, but hesitated for a while, the protective barrier was wide open, and the Cyan Bird tribe rushed out with weapons in their hands.

"My Qingniao people are brave and good at fighting, so why be afraid of these young people!" The patriarch rushed forward with his men and horses, and when he passed by Chongyun, he gave Chongyun a resentful look, and never looked back.

The sound of fighting continued.

Blood and flesh are intertwined into a beautiful scene, dyed vermilion in the white snow.

Chongyun's face became more and more ugly, but he seemed to have lost the ability to think, and could only rely on instinct to fight continuously.

With the knife in his hand, his long sword was knocked down, leaving a long mark on the snow, and then disappeared. The heavy cloud stimulated his true energy, and he held a new long sword in his hand.

There was nothingness in front of his eyes, only the thick smell of blood remained.

"Patriarch!" Chongya's heart-piercing voice came, Chongyun was stunned for a moment, and before he could look over there, someone stabbed him in the chest.

There were red marks all over the snowsuit.

Chongyun's expression froze, he split the man's hand with his backhand, and then he was stabbed with a sword behind him. He lost his strength, his left knee softened, and he almost knelt on the ground. side walk.

Chongya's sobbing cry seemed to come from far away, with an ancient and sad wail, which made Chongyun's chaotic thinking clear for a moment, the cry suddenly exploded in his ears, and Chongyun responded When I came here, I realized that the patriarch was dead.

"It's all to blame...it's all to blame you bastard." The patriarch's body was covered in blood, and he had no air to breathe in. He shook his hands and tried to lift it up tremblingly, but Chongyun grabbed him, " If it wasn't for you...if it wasn't for you, how could the Blue Bird Clan...end up like this...end!"

Chongyun's face was pale for a moment, and the expression on his face was blank for a moment, as if he didn't know how to react, until Chongya's crying brought his chaotic thoughts back again, he felt lost for a moment, and then Rejoicing with hindsight.

Fortunately, fortunately, he did not hear these words of hatred.

"Chongyun, you are... a sinner from Sanwei Mountain!"

The patriarch swallowed his last breath, and the old hand hung down from Chongyun's, and then the warmth slowly faded away.

Chongyun didn't touch the coming coldness, and was pushed away by Chongya screaming: "Fourth brother, be careful!"

The scorching blood splashed on his face, Chongyun seemed to be a little slow to think at that moment, he stared blankly at the place where Chongya fell, there was nothing there, only a dazzling red.

He couldn't even see Chongya's appearance.

"Fourth...fourth brother, hurry up." Just a few words, accompanied by blood from the corner of Chongya's mouth, "Don't, don't worry about this place..."

"No...no," Chongyun's white lips trembled twice, and he slowly squatted down | body, like an old man on the verge of death, struggling in front of Chongya, he seemed to want to touch Chongya Ya, but he was careful not to hurt her.He trembled like that, unable to let go, "Chongya, go, I'll take you away."

Tears suddenly flickered in Chongya's eyes, she finally understood what was happening, smiled lightly, and closed her eyes with satisfaction and relief.

"Yaya!" The panicked voice of the young man came from a distance, and before Chongyun could react, the girl in front of him was snatched away. Heart aches.

"Chongyun! Get out of here! Get out!"

"Why didn't you die?"

"If it wasn't for you, how could Sanwei Mountain be exposed? How could the Blue Bird Clan end up like this?!"

"Why didn't you die? Why didn't you die!"

Chongyun blinked his eyes, a little dazed, he stretched out his hand numbly, and slapped the attacker away, Chongzhuo glared at him resentfully, then he put down Chongya's body, got up with difficulty, swung his sword and rushed around The monk who came up hacked over.

Sanwei Mountain has truly become a purgatory.

With a long sword stuck in his chest, Chongyun fell down in the snow.

Finally, he didn't have any strength left, so he swiped the sword.

The cold wind hovered over the snow with the laughter of the victors, the heavy clouds closed their eyes, the singing and low howling of the bluebirds were heard in their ears, the golden phoenix fluttered from the distant sky, and the colorful tail feathers wrapped in streamers Breaking through the sky, with radiant brilliance, gorgeous and dazzling golden fragments fell.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and after that, the sobs stopped, and Chongyun heard himself let out a long sigh.

That was the last sound he heard.

. . . . . .

"Wangchen!" Chongyun stumbled over and ran over, looking at the man lying on the snow covered with injuries, that person had a face exactly like his, but he seemed a little afraid to recognize him, Chong Yunhong With his eyes closed, his whole body was trembling, "Wangchen, wake up."

"Master." The witty words that came with the heavy cloud, looked at the scene in front of him lost his words, and for the first time, the always prudent Buddha couldn't maintain his benevolent and smiling appearance.

"You..." Chong Yun touched Duan Chen's face with trembling hands, and the mask was removed, revealing a cold and pale face that seemed to blend in with the snow.

The person in front of him seemed to be asleep, and Chongyun's voice choked up, and his voice was tinged with tears, "Wake me up!"

"Didn't you say that you want to get rid of the filth in this world? You haven't completed the task, how dare you die now!" He fiercely picked up Duan Chen's collar, "Wake up for me, do you hear me?"

"You are not allowed to die! I will not allow it!"

"Chongyun..." Yan Chengyu, who followed him, stepped forward and pressed his shoulder, "Don't worry, I can save him."

Qiao Yu glanced at Yan Chengyu in surprise: "Yan Jun?" There was something more to say in his words, but he didn't say it.

Chongyun seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, he pulled Yan Chengyu's hand vigorously, trembling as he spoke: "Yes... yes, you must have a way, you save him, Chengyu, you save him quickly he!"

"it is good."

Yan Chengyu asked Chongyun and Qiaoyu to guard the surroundings for him, in case other people came in and disturbed him.

She sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes and focused her attention. Her fingers were rolled into a complicated knot on her chest. Heavy Cloud breathed lightly for fear of disturbing her.

Everything was quiet, Chong Yun frowned and looked around, there was no one else except a mess.The bloodstains all over the ground showed everything that happened here, Chongyun felt his heart beating fast, which made him a little uncomfortable, and he had a bad idea in his heart, but at the moment he had no intention to verify the possibility of this idea.

After a long time, Yan Chengyu opened his eyes, his face was a little pale, and Chongyun's heart sank: "What's wrong?"

"He... he lost one soul and one soul." Yan Chengyu's dark eyes looked at the witty words standing quietly, and asked sharply, "What's going on?"

The ghost world has the art of summoning the soul and imprisoning the soul. For a newly dead cultivator, if his body is intact, the soul of the cultivator will be recollected into the body with the soul-calling technique, and the cultivator will gather his soul and be reborn, but most cultivators do this before death. It is not "complete", so it is necessary to confine the soul to condense the soul into a solid body, so that the cultivator can walk in the world again, but the person resurrected through the confinement soul is still a spirit body in essence, and cannot walk in the sun Too long, so most spiritual practice is trapped in the dark world of ghosts.

But Duan Chen's situation at this time was not in line with the above, he lost a soul and a soul.

"Master is born with one soul and one soul," Qiao Yu clasped his palms together, lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "One is for love, and the other is for desire."

Chong Yun listened in his heart, looking at the man with a calm face, he felt a burst of bitterness spread from the bottom of his heart to his limbs, making his throat tight and unable to speak.

That's how it was, that's how it is....

He thought, to this person, all his likes are probably the past, and after seeing it, it will be gone, there will be no nostalgia and reluctance, let alone a response.

"It's impossible!" Yan Chengyu interrupted him sharply, "A person born with a small soul has a special physique and will not live long at all, not to mention that he has such a high level of cultivation. What nonsense are you talking about?!"

"The little monk never lies. Master is not very human. He was originally a Buddha lamp in front of the main hall of Wuxiang Temple. He was inspired by the Buddha's voice for thousands of years." The master and the young monk know the origin of the master. Although everything has a spirit, Yan Jun must also know that it is not easy to cultivate a human body from a Buddha lamp. Therefore, from the day the master came to the world, the master has It gave Master the most noble reception in the entire Buddhist sect, which is why Master received a lot of respect in Wuxiang Temple."

"Then...then he," Yan Chengyu looked at Chongyun blankly, "I...I can't help it, Chongyun, I've never seen such a situation, if you can't get all three souls and seven souls together, even if he The body remains here, and I can't save him."

Chongyun's heart sank slowly, like a drowning person sinking into the dark sea, his whole body was silent, but he was surprised that he could still think calmly at this moment, he looked into Yan Chengyu's eyes, calmly Asked: "Is there any way to make up his soul?"

"Yes, but..." Almost impossible.

Chongyun didn't let her say the following, but said: "What way?"

"One way is to create souls. There is a flower called Juling Flower in this world. This flower grows one leaf in ten years, and only one flower blooms in a hundred years. It is said that when it blooms, spiritual energy from thousands of miles around will gather here to refine the flower. , you can use the aura for your own use, and make the aura become like a soul, no different." After Yan Chengyu finished speaking, he sighed, "I haven't seen such a thing for many years."

Chongyun asked again: "Is there another way?"

"The second method is not advisable!" Yan Chengyu interrupted him hastily, "Don't even think about it!"

"If you don't say it, how do you know it's not advisable?"

"The second method is to seize the soul. Take other people's souls out of the body, and then refine them for your own use. Chongyun, even if you agree to such a cruel method, do you think Wang Chen can agree?" Yan Chengyu asked sharply. , "What do you want him to think of the resurrected self in the future? There will always be a stain in his body, reminding him at all times that his resurrection is the taking of another person's life."

Chongyun's face turned blue from her piercing words: "Then... what if someone offered to give him his soul?"

Yan Chengyu was stunned for a moment, and even the witty words on the side were also stunned.

Chong Yun added: "I mean if."

Yan Chengyu shook his head: "Who would do life for life?"

Chongyun fell silent suddenly. He looked down at the people on the ground and remained silent for a long time. Just when Yan Chengyu thought he had given up, he heard him say:

"I."

Chongyun raised his head, faced Yan Chengyu's speechless face, and said in a deep voice: "I will give him my soul, Chengyu, you want you to save him."