Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 11: So painstakingly

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That bite went all out.

Master Yuan Bao closed his eyes and waited for the blood to spurt after the severe pain.

"Crack".

The tooth suddenly met something, and then I heard an "ouch", a salty liquid gushing out of my mouth, but the pain was not my own, and the pain did not come as expected, even the liquid , Not own.

Master Yuan Bao opened his eyes in astonishment, and saw the fingers stuck in his mouth. Following the fingers, he saw Meng Fuyao hanging upside down.

Hearing her clearly anxious but pretending to smile relaxedly, she said: "Grandma's, you used so hard to make hair? It hurts me--"

She smiled, but her face was terribly pale, the ingot screamed hoarse, she saw it, but she didn't dare to reach out to catch it, its belly stayed like that, she was afraid that it would explode with a light touch, so she had to resist the endless The missing Jianwang paid attention to the ingot, but the moment he turned his head, I saw the ingot biting his tongue again, and there was no time to do anything under the guts, and he hung upside down without thinking, and thrust his fingers into its mouth like lightning.

One bite is painful to the heart and lungs, the intensity is extremely fierce, Meng Fuyao instantly understands that ingot is not an ordinary tongue bite, it is actually going to be self-defeating!

Why?

Master Yuan Bao looked at her, and couldn't answer her question, opened her mouth, and suddenly fell backward.

Meng Fu shook his hand to copy it, quickly picked it up, and was shocked when he picked it up in his hand. The whole body of the ingot in his hand was cold and drenched, and the hair was heavy and corrected. That feel... that feel...

She had a pounding heart, but she didn't have time to think about it. She hurriedly put it in her sleeve first. The pain in her fingers was severe under a tuck. Then she saw that her fingertips had been bitten off in half, and they couldn't fall off. Hanging there, the pain is shocking at the touch.

In this fierce and dangerous place, fingertips are too in the way, Meng Fuyao, without saying a word, swiped his sword and cut it off!

Blood splattered from the broken fingertips, flowing across the black "Tiantian" blade, faintly flashing in darkness.

Meng Fuyao did not change his face and wrapped his broken fingertip with the remaining ice and snow in the hood behind him, and stuffed it into his arms.

It was just like that, for an instant, at the speed of Meng Fuyao, within a few blinks of an eye, the sword net above became unblocked, cut it sharply, and slammed her heart.

When Meng Fuyao fell, he knew that he would be injured if he saved the ingot, but he couldn't care about it. He only protected the vital points, closed his eyes and waited for the moment the sword was worn.

"Keng!"

The sound of the golden and iron strikes curled up, and a golden light passed in the air, and some golden vellus hair floated down.

The expected sharp sword did not fall, Meng Fuyao reacted extremely quickly, and he turned upside down in mid-air without even opening his eyes, and he had already escaped the range of the sword chasing just now.

I opened my eyes to see the golden light flying, and returned to her arms.

It was the Nine Tails who had been shrinking in her arms. Seeing that if the sword hit, I was afraid that it would be me who was the first to be unlucky, so he hurriedly jumped out and blasted the sword with his iron-strong tail.

The tip of the sword turned back, and Nine Chen Nine Tails lost some hair on his tail.

The master who saved his life gave him a slap to show his contempt.

Nine Tails went back aggrieved, Meng Fuyao thought about it and felt that he was too much, touched it lightly, and wanted to see the situation of the ingot. If there is something wrong with this treasure, what face does she have to see Wuji again?

However, during this burst, she never had a chance to breathe.

The sword light went and came again, cutting like wind, but there was another movement under him.

Meng Fuyao crossed the sword in front, transporting his feet to infuse the blade with infuriating energy. The black blade became brighter and brighter, and in the end it turned into a jade white color, the whole body was translucent, and the quiet white light spread from the blade. , Spreading slowly like a moon halo, getting bigger and brighter, illuminating her within three feet of her body.

The internal force from the highest level of "Broken Nine Heavens", fused with the real power essence of the Thundering Yuheng Great Wind and Moon, and the realm of heaven, broke through this thick darkness.

Meng Fuyao has mobilized all his energy.

She originally wanted to retain some strength. After all, there are four battles to break through. Don't use up the true power in the first battle. It will be more difficult to support later. However, looking at this situation, these four realms are better than she imagined. It’s even more difficult. It combines the essence of martial arts formations and illusion formations. The virtual reality and reality cannot be taken lightly. What retains the strength to pass the four levels, if you can’t pass one level, what will you talk about breaking into the temple? What are you talking about fulfilling your wish?

The knife shines like snow, swept in the air, and the cold light illuminates the iron clothes.

Something faintly reflected in the light of the knife, but Meng Fuyao had no time to see it.

The sound of cooing under her body continued, and a human figure ticking out of the thick black mud, slowly, greasy, and dragging, came out from the depths of Jiuyou.

The man was covered in mud, but his face was not stained at all. That face was a bit strange at first glance. After another look, Meng Fu shook his body and was almost stabbed by the sharp sword above.

It turned out to be Zhan Nancheng!

The Emperor of the Devil Zhan Nancheng who died under her various conspiracies!

He stared at Meng Fuyao coldly, his dragon robe was stained with blood, standing under the gray and black light and shadow in the mud, slowly stretched out his hand, and squatted: "...Lord Meng, I treat you Put your heart to your heart, trust in your heart... You are concealing evil intentions, plotting our country, and killing my people!"

He raised his head, and a blood hole appeared in his throat, as if he suddenly opened a bloody, hideous mouth, his neck swayed, and the blood hole was suddenly big and small as if it was blinking secretly. Scarlet eyes.

I was stared at by such "eyes", it felt as if there were 10,000 centipedes crawling on his back, Meng Fuyao remembered in a daze, that the sword on the neck was probably the shot of Yunhen, thin and sharp, narrow wound.

Zhan Nancheng rises slowly in the mud under him, smiling with hatred, and grabs Meng Fuyao's ankle.

Meng Fuyao swept across the air, the knife in his hand flashed, and he split!

A **** skull rolled out in the mud!

"Murdering my brother, with the intention of encroaching on the stepmother-you shameless dog, whether it is a ghost or a man, the old lady will kill it once!"

The head rolled on the mud for a while, and did not sink, but opened his mouth and cursed: "You plot our country and kill my people!"

Meng Fu shook a cold sweat on his forehead, and said to this **** thing, he was still uneasy after death, the expression of this expression was too vivid, and it really scared her at first sight, whether this is a real soul or a fake ?

She just breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt something was wrong. The head was chopped off, why didn't her body fall down?

As soon as he raised his hand to hold the sword net that was chasing him, Meng Fuyao felt heavier before he could look back, and when he looked at the corner of his robe, he was caught by a muddy hand. Tested: "Meng Fuyao...you framed this king with the Witch Gu case, and the night is quiet, and you ask yourself, have you ever been ashamed of your conscience?"

Meng Fu shook his head, and the headless man changed his costume. It was the costume of the sinner when he went to the guillotine. It was surprisingly the result of Zhan Beiheng, who had personally supervised and sent to the west, and Zhan Nancheng who had just cut out. I don't know when the head has become the head of Zhan Beiheng, Gu Lulu rolled over, grinning grinningly and bit the corner of her robe.

"You cheat even dying people, are you ashamed?"

The blood was soaring into the sky, and in a trance, it was the royal blood sprinkled in the light and shadow of the bamboo curtain in the light rain on the dragon platform, and the blood flowed through the sky, and a thick blood spread before her eyes. The curtain, squirming and stretching, surrounded her.

"Pop!"

Meng Fuyao smashed Zhan Beiheng's head with a knife, making it into a flat, invisible mass.

"You count your brother, are you ashamed?"

Blood and blood shattered, gray-black mist and red blood intertwined, like the midnight cold wind swept across the gray-red two-color veil. After the veil, the scene changed and the head of the city was tranced. The pale man, his brows were red. One point, the mandala splashes like a flower.

He was loyal to Zhan Nancheng, but was transferred away from the imperial camp by Meng Fuyao, and finally died at the head of Pandu at the head of the imperial camp, Xie Yu!

He pointed at Meng Fuyao and scolded: "Yin despicable! How did Xie owe you to you! You killed the innocent!"

Meng Fuyao's face changed, and he kicked him into the air.

"Everyone is the master, nothing to complain about!"

Xie Yu's body flew out, hula, and shot back again. When he shot back, it was faster than before, and a plume of gray smoke was dragged behind him.

Seeing the smoke, Meng Fuyao's heart was shocked, and the smoke swept through the smoke and his face turned yellow. There were blood holes on his shoulders, knees, and chest. It was the same way he was before his death in the rainy night alley. , Jie Jie smiled, his skinny fingers grabbed Meng Fuyao's heart in a flash, and the sound of the wind broke through the air. It was by no means the threat caused by the first three low-level martial arts.

Meng Fuyao turned over like a harrier, and went around Yansha's back and punched him. The fist wind was fierce, and the heavy silt was also brought into the deep ditch. Yansha's body leaned forward, and he was chasing Meng above his head. The sword net flying down.

Yincece smiled, a ghost actually still had martial arts in his life. As soon as Yansha turned his body, he had already swept out of the range of the sword net. The green smoke generally went around Meng Fuyao, and Jiejie smiled:" Shameless villain, set ambush and assassinate!"

The light of Meng Fuyao's knife suddenly shines, and the jade wall is as tall as it is, and it crashes before the smoke kill, blocking his claw, the smoke killer has just shrunk, and Meng Fuyao passes out silently in the jade white light and shadow. , Shook his hand and chopped the old thing out.

"Now I know I can kill you ten thousand times!"

The smoke disappeared like a ash. The light yellow smoke suddenly turned into red light. In the red light, a person smiled sharply and coldly, reaching out and pushing Meng Fuyao down.

Meng Fu shook his body and slapped his backhand when he fell, shouting: "Pei Yuan! The grievance between you and me is over, go away!"

The man behind him shrieked and laughed: "You killed Jingchen, you killed Jingchen!"

Meng Fu shook his lips tightly, without turning his head, he drew out the sky full of light and shadow: "Tell Yan Jingchen to find me by himself!"

"I'm here to find you!" Yuebai light and shadow flashed, "You grab my people, grab our country, you mean illegitimate daughter!"

Meng Fuyao's black hair was attached to his forehead, and he patted it horizontally, shooting out Fengjing Fansheng, who had blood holes in his eyes and a long knife, and said, "Go! Fake lotus!"

The laughter was endless, Xuanyuansheng, Feiyan, Zhong Zening, Yuheng...the people who died directly or indirectly under her were shot from the depths of Jiuyou, with the help of this ten-zhang deep pool. Endless resentment, yin entangled Xiang Meng Fuyao.

Some of these people do not know martial arts, and they are more of a generation of masters. The Jiuyou Great Array actually reflected some of their martial arts very cleverly, which made Meng Fuyao gradually exhausted under Lien Chan.

Coming and going, all the grudges and grievances of this road meet, in the divine magic pulling* and turning, leading Meng Fuyao's gradually confused thoughts into the abyss of nightmares.

In the legend, no one can pass the four realms of the temple so far. Many people died in Jiuyou in the first level. Those who dare to break into the four realms are all powerful martial artists. Who has not stained blood? Who has no life debt? And when in the Nine Nether Realm, seeing those souls who died in their own hands crept forward, "dead" in front of him again and again, all enemies, engulfed by ghosts, how many people can persist to the end?

As strong as Meng Fuyao, they are all approaching collapse.

She didn't know that she had persisted in the upgraded Jiuyou Great Realm for the longest time in history. She only knew that she was almost exhausted in the endless battle.

Do all the people who have been killed have to come again?

Really, I knew how many fewer people were killed...

Be sure to convert to my Buddha after going out...

Meng Fuyao flies, jumps over, swings a knife, dodges... In the gray-black fog, her figure travels like lightning, and the light of the milky white knife makes bright marks in the fog, but the offensive is continuous, life and death The enemies returned one after another, without giving the slightest breath to attack the heart, so that Meng Fuyao, who had a clear spiritual platform at the beginning, was gradually invaded by the heart demon under the tired Lien.

So many people...So many people...

I killed so many people, killed so many people...

Along the way, killing all the way...

Such a life...Such a blood-stained life...

How many more to kill? How many more people will be killed? On this journey, the bones become a mountain, let down the thousands, but whose heart is stepping on...

She panted gradually, her body gradually fell, and her moves became chaotic.

There was a heavier gasp behind him.

Meng Fuyao looked back, and saw a wide open **** mouth, with his tongue already bitten off, and blood falling down his chin, dripping on the mud.

Meng Fuyao had already formed a conditioned reflex, and he swung it out without even thinking about it. The action was before consciousness, and then there was a flash of light in his brain, and he suddenly remembered who this was.

The King of Germany!

The biological father of the grandson Wuji!

Meng Fu shook his hand stiff.

How could she smash the head of the soul of the father of the grandson Wuji with a knife? Even if it is a phantom!

The knife she swung was frustrated in midair, and she pulled it back alive before smashing the head. The surging real power instantly hit her heart, and her throat was sweet and a mouthful of blood.

Blood spurted out, his movements slowed down, the King of Germany grinned, and the sword light on his head crossed down.

Behind him, there is no way to avoid it.

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The souls of the Nine Nether Realm are entangled and sprayed with blood, and the Evergreen Temple is quiet and peaceful, with smoke curling up.

The northeast corner of the temple, Jialouluodian.

"You have performed well recently." King Garuda was holding a teacup and looked at King Kinara with satisfaction at the bottom of his head, "Holy Lord is going to die for himself. Now is your rare opportunity. Don't miss it."

King Jinnaruo leaned halfway in the chair: "Yes."

"We, Skywalkers, have the most hardships in the temple, but their status is not the highest." King Garuda looked dissatisfied. "With your status, I didn't even get into the third hall. The Lord's heart was biased. So! If it weren’t for this matter of deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors under the Holy Master, I’m afraid we still don’t have our early days.

"I'm getting better anyway." King Jinnaruo smiled, "The elders today have a regular meeting and once again mentioned that I will control the Yasha, this time the attitude of the host is not so determined."

"Old people have to think about the future of the temple." King Garuda sneered, "The Holy Lord is like that. He still expects him to take over? A joke."

King Nara smiled and said nothing.

"If he repeats again, I am not afraid to give him a warning." King Garuda said sensibly, "It's always good to be a soft persimmon?"

"What do you mean?" King Jinnaruo suddenly raised his head.

"Let's look at it, if you can pass it well, you don't have to worry about it." King Jialoulu said solemnly, "I will work hard to support you, and you must not live up to the expectations of the line of heaven. "

"Yes." King Kinara replied.

"That's it, do things well." King Jialoulu got up, suddenly tilted his head to look at the direction of the top of the mountain, intentionally or unintentionally, said, "That person... nailed there, although the palace owner has no orders It hurts his life, but he can't bear heavy punishment under severe injury, maybe...can't live long?"

King Jinnaruo's eyes flickered and hesitated: "Maybe..."

King Garuda smiled with satisfaction.

"Just...how to explain?"

"Let you die and live." King Garuda smiled, "The winner is the king. Once you win, the Lord does not choose who you choose? Once you are the Lord, who do you need to explain? "

"...Yes!"

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At the top of the nine heavens, the wind of God's roar is constantly washing away, still high in the sky, without stars and moons.

The disciple who was shifting shifts hurriedly descended the mountain, still not noticing a black shadow passing by like a meteor, diving into the ice cave.

"Are you... okay?"

Changsun Wuji opened his eyes. He looked weak again, but his expression remained the same. He smiled faintly: "Yeah."

The black-clothed masked man's eyes flashed over the blood ice condensed from his wound, his eyes flashed with pain, and he carefully covered it with his hands, his palms rose with warmth, heating the cold nails and chains.

The blood melted and touched his hand. The man clenched his five fingers and breathed quickly.

On the contrary, the grandson Wuji smiled and comforted: "...Why bother with this, it will freeze again..."

The masked man didn’t speak, his eyes flickered outside the face towel, and he took out a pill and fed it to him. The grandson Wuji tilted his head and said: "Don’t waste..."

"There is no waste, no waste, I only want you to live well."

"Where is she?" Changsun Wuji only cares about this question, "...is it going well..."

The masked man closed his eyes and whispered for a while: "Can you care more about yourself?"

"I... just like this." Changsun Wuji smiled, "You...hang my heart...really want me to die here?"

"The Great Formation has been changed." The masked man hesitated for a long while, did not say anything, but could not bear the eager gaze of the grandson Wuji, so he had no choice but to say, "I can't sneak in, I feel it from a distance. It seems that the condition is not very good. , Even Yuanbao..."

Zhang Sun Wuji shook and groaned while touching the wound. The man hurriedly held on to him and whispered: "I'll think of a way...I'll think of a way..."

Changsun Wuji has calmed down, sighed softly, and said: "I see...you don't have to...reluctantly."

"No." The man gently squeezed his cold hand, warming him repeatedly in his palm, "I always...willing..."

Changsun Wou-ki did not move and closed his eyes.

"One more thing..." The man stood on tiptoe, attached to his ear, and said a few words in a low voice, the grandson Wuji listened silently, "Um" and asked: "...how to do it ?"

The man gritted his teeth and hesitated.

"It's okay." Changsun Wuji touched the hand in his palm, and at this moment, the originally warm palm was slightly sweaty. He squeezed the finger comfortably and said: "Although... do it, I... It’s okay."

Immediately he released his hand, and the masked man stood there blankly, rubbing his fingers carefully, as if to deeply appreciate the proximity and warmth of the moment.

A long time later, he said in a low voice: "I'm leaving..."

Changsun Wuji smiled faintly: "Be careful."

The masked man hesitated for a while before he turned around and left. The black figure had just disappeared under the cliff, and the smile on Changsun Wuji's face had faded.

He said in a low voice: "Shuyao..."

The situation was not good for her, and he had to fight hard.

Slightly raised his head, pondering for a while in the cracked icy wind, he suddenly turned his head and looked around.

The ice cave is transparent and unobstructed, but Changsun Wuji's eyes seem to be looking for something.

The moonlight from above the sky, sprinkled under the scaffold, pulling out a long reflection.

Because of the position and angle of the summit, the moonlight is not visible all year round, and only a ray of moonlight will leak in on August 15 each year.

The moonlight comes from the distant sky, illuminating the present and the past, and shining farewell.

Changsun Wuji's face was pale, like this cool moonlight.

The long sky and bright moon, the moon and the moon are two rounds, but he and Fuyao, one is confined to the top of the mountain, the other is trapped in the realm of the nine secluded areas, and they are in love with each other, but they cannot be reunited.

Maybe even... there will be no time to meet again.

Dangerous and murderous, both of them are hanging by a thread, walking a tightrope dangerously in fate and opportunity.

However, how can one's own destiny be in the hands of others?

The gaze of Changsun Wuji walked slowly along the moon shadow, and then landed on the left cave wall.

There, I don't know when a cluster of moonlight hits, the wall of the cave, which usually seems to be nothing unusual, now seems to be surprisingly shining.

Zhang Sun Wuji's eyes flashed, and he immediately looked sideways at the torture frame.

The ice cave is not perfectly round. Although the torture frame is in the middle, it is closer to the left side of the cave wall, but with his current position, it is still out of reach.

The left hand was nailed to death, and the long nail penetrated. If you want to get close to the cave wall, you must move it horizontally, which means that you have to be pulled horizontally by the long nail, split the muscles and bones, and open the wrist veins.

If you are not careful, you will lose blood and die. No matter how bad you are, this hand will inevitably be lost.

Long Sun Wuji looked at the position, calculated the distance, and then suddenly sank his hand down!

The blood surged, and deep penetrating wounds were drawn on the spikes, already faintly transparent.

The wrist is split, but it has been able to move slightly, avoiding the position of the artery.

Chang Sun Wuji didn't even look at it, adjusted the position of the spike, and slowly moved it horizontally, touching the position of the cave wall with his fingertips.

Each point of movement is a piercing laceration, tearing along with the left shoulder. The blood drips down, flowing more and more rapidly, sliding down the spikes, dyeing the red jacket, and then on the torture frame. A pool of bright red accumulates.

Changsun Wuji was only calm, and he did not hesitate in that direction. With great patience, he endured the torture-like pain, slowly tearing his skin, slowly moving forward with flesh and blood, until his fingertips suddenly Yiliang touched the cold cave wall.

Changsun Wuji let out a long breath, and at this moment he was drenched in cold sweat, mixed with **** rustle and fell.

The cave wall was covered by ice, and with the current strength of Sun Wuji, there was no way to break the ice. He backhanded, grabbed his own blood, and covered it on the cave wall.

The blood gradually melted the ice, and the ice water mixed with blood under the **** handprint slipped down, and the fingers of Changsun Wuji finally touched something.

He twisted his fingers and slowly pulled out the long silk that had been buried in the cave wall of the Nine Heavens Peak for hundreds of years, and no one knew its existence except him.

Wipe clean hands on the ice wall, and carefully hold the soft silk in the palm of his palm. Changsun Wuji let out a long breath, revealing a smile of the dust settled down.

Fuyao...trust me...

Whenever...wherever...I can protect you.

He then fainted.