[Thunderbolt] Pindao just wants to be a quiet Taoist priest

Drops of blood rolled down the tip of the sword, splashing blood on the pure white white marble altar, and the wide white sleeve gradually smudged half of blood red from the heart.The light of the cyan sword body is clear, as spotless as ice jade.

Mr. Liu Zhao only felt the pain, the pain in his body was nothing compared to the dull pain in his heart.Mingming, Mingming still meet Baishou in the morning, why?Are these 20 years fake?But why?I have nothing to plot for 20 years.

The mind was in a trance, but Mr. Liu Zhao deeply understood that the piercing sword from behind had completely cut off his vitality.The blood flowed out from the heart continuously, bringing out the warmth in the body, Mr. Liu Zhao only felt extremely cold all over.

"Why..." Mr. Liu Zhao didn't look back, he was very familiar with Zhou Liuxing who had been with him for decades. Know why, perhaps, this does not need to know.

Cang and Jin Liuying in the distance were stunned, very frightened and angry, and wanted to get away, but they were entangled by the thunder and formation in the sky, and they couldn't break free at all.Because Feng Youyu had just finished the divination, and took over most of the heavenly punishment for Lord Liu Zhao, at this time he had no strength at all, and fell to the ground to witness this shocking change.

"Presumptuous!" Yi Tzu's eyes were about to burst, but the sky was thundering like rain. If he escaped, few Taoists under the catastrophe would survive, and even Feng Youyu would die under the catastrophe.

Ji Yunzhou smiled softly, and pierced three points with the long sword in his hand again, completely piercing Liu Zhaojun's body, stretched out his hand to wrap around Liu Zhaojun's shoulders from behind, and brought him into his arms. Without tenderness, Jianfeng tore the wound again, bleeding profusely, and a pool of blood soon accumulated on the ground.

"Silly Xuan, don't you still recognize me?" With soft words, like ear-to-eye rubbing hands together, with deep affection, Ji Yunzhou whispered something that only the two of them could hear, "I reminded you back then, don't go too far Kindness, unfortunately, you seem to be more innocent by Xuanzong."

As if returning from a nightmare, the corners of Liu Zhaojun's lips dripped with vermilion, reminding him of his death that year.At that time, it was only a moment, and before I could react to what happened, I lost consciousness, and I didn't even feel pain.But this time...

His body trembled slightly, and he gradually became unstable, so he could only be hugged by Ji Yunzhou from behind and leaned against his arms for support.Mr. Liuzhao has never experienced such a painful feeling. The cold sword body tore the body, far more painful than before accidentally cutting the fingertips. Is this the feeling of death?Why do I feel more pain in my heart?

"It's you... How is it possible, how is it possible..." Liu Zhaojun's consciousness gradually disappeared, and he lowered his head. The passing of life made him lose his strength gradually, and the pain in his heart made it difficult to breathe. Rubbing the wound on the cold sword, the last warmth passed, and he completely lowered his hand, and the hexagram fell into a pool of blood, splashing a little bit of blood.

"Hey, the system has been severely damaged, and the meridian is cut off by the bound weapon. It is dead and cannot be restarted. Please log out..." The voice of the system in his mind gradually faded away. Cracking pain, thinking, this time I really fell, the system may not be able to save my life, it seems that I am really going to die.

"Xuan!" Yi Zaiyu resisted a few violent thunderstorms with his back, cut through the sky robbery cloud, was seriously injured, his lips were red, he knelt on one knee and stood up again after a sigh of relief. Ji Yunzhou intends to kill him and take back Mr. Liuzhao.

The rest of the Daozi were also exhausted after the formation was lifted, and they all fell to the ground.

Ji Yunzhou gently dodged Yi Yantan's sword, pulled the Zhou Meteor seat out of Liu Zhaojun's heart, blood splashed again, the green clothes on his body were already half red, and the blood under his feet was all over the altar, step by step bloodstain.

Zhou Liuxing's sword is still as clear as jade, not stained with blood. Who would have thought that this sword just killed its master?

"Jiyunzhou!" After every word, Yi Zaiyu hated Jiyunzhou to death, and also hated himself, why didn't he kill him at the beginning, and let Liu Zhaojun spend 20 years with him, and gave his heart to him.

Another slash came, and Ji Yunzhou lifted the sword to block it, blood dripped from his lips, the hand holding Liu Zhaojun did not relax at all, but he was still smiling: "After all, I am a mortal, my body can't bear it."

"Who the hell are you!" Yi Zai gritted his teeth, his eyes a little scarlet.It was the same back then, and it also took away all the people he valued. Now, is the sky going to take away his only disciple now?God, do you really want to treat yourself like this?

"How can the filthy world deserve this piece of purity?" Ji Yunzhou smiled contemptuously, with disdain in his eyes, "I accept his soul." As he said, he held Liu Zhaojun's heart wound in his hand There was a little spiritual light everywhere, and the soul was gradually pulled away from the body.

"Bastard!" Yi Xuanyu was very angry, stepped on his feet, rushed towards Jiyunzhou with a surge of true energy, with a fierce sword in his hand, intending to snatch Liu Zhaojun, "Spiritual consciousness host, whoever you are, get out!"

"Huh?" Jiyun Zhou, who was extracting Liu Zhaojun's soul while dodging Yi Yantan's attack, found something abnormal about the extracted soul. He threw down his dead body, and the soul in his hand seemed to be shattered.After looking at Zhou Meteor's position, Ji Yunzhou immediately understood the problem.

Although this sword is a magic weapon, it seems to have a more restrained effect on Mr. Liu Zhao. This time, by mistake, it seems to have hurt his soul.

Feng Youyu struggled to come over, sat on the ground and hugged Liu Zhaojun's body from the pool of blood.The sacrificial clothing was completely soaked, like a pen dipped in ink, and blood-colored ferocious marks were drawn on the altar. The white wide sleeves could no longer be seen, and the stars, mountains and rivers above were dim and stained with blood.

The sword mark on the heart was one foot long, life was cut off, even if the soul was snatched back, it would be completely powerless.

The smell of blood permeated the air, and Jin Liuying and the others wished they could rush up and dismantle the Yunzhou. It is unbelievable that a person who usually looks weak and has no force at all can still fight under the hands of his uncle for so long. , Such a dangerous person, they never found out.

"Bastard!" Jin Liuying hammered the ground angrily, but there was nothing she could do.Cang, Zhe Shanjun and Zijing Yi were not much better than Jin Liuying, they only hated themselves for being helpless at this time, and sitting and watching the tragedy happen.

On the stage, Ji Yunzhou's feet suddenly stopped, and the shadow-like sword pierced through his body, but he looked at Yi Zaiyu angrily snatching his soul back with a smile as if nothing happened: "Let's put his soul here with you first, I'll get it back." The body shattered into powder and dissipated into the air.

This body was almost unable to support it, and it was a pity that Mr. Liu Zhao was not taken away.But it doesn't matter, I will definitely take him away next time.

Yi Zayu spat out a mouthful of blood, held the soul in his hands, and came to Liu Zhaojun's body, remembering the resurrection from the dead at that time, he quickly put the soul back again, but this time, Liu Zhaojun was still lifeless, with no sign of resurrection , instead the soul began to separate from the body again.

"No, it's impossible. It recovered very quickly back then." Yi Zaitan collapsed a bit, and cast a spell to seal all his soul in Liu Zhaojun's body, but it didn't help at all.

"Uncle Master, my condolences." Feng Youyu was extremely sad, God really treated Yi Zaidang too cruelly, taking away everything he cherished time and time again, and it was completely irreparable.

In the Realm of the Six Heavens, Emperor Abandoned Heaven's eyes shifted, his golden and blue pupils seemed to be smiling but not smiling, if he escaped this time, it might not be the case next time.

"War God, what you do like this is really..." Sun God was a little speechless. He thought that such a small Taoist priest would change Qitian Emperor's mind, but this one really didn't stop doing anything and wanted to kill him directly. Little Taoist priest, take the soul to the realm of the six heavens and stay away from the human world, and then destroy the human world without mercy.

This is really lonely!

The Sun God complained fiercely in his heart, but he didn't say it out.

"It's time for you to leave. My spiritual consciousness has returned at your request. After wandering in the human world and experiencing it, you have returned. What do you have to worry about?" Emperor Qitian didn't want to see the sun god at all now, so he drove people away directly. It wasn't him urging him, he could change his body again, and he would definitely be able to bring Mr. Liu Zhao back.But it doesn't matter, after destroying the world, Liu Zhaojun's soul will still return to his own hands, he can afford to wait.

The Sun God apologized in his heart, this little Daoist seemed to have been tricked by himself, otherwise Emperor Qitian would have used a milder method to abduct him back to the realm of the six heavens.

Xuanzong, the aftermath of Zhongyuan's catastrophe has been completely dealt with, and now there is only one thing left.

Yuelingyuan, Golden Gilt Bauhinia Clothes, Cang and Zheshan Army were all kneeling in the courtyard. Yi Zaiyu had been refusing to release Liu Zhaojun's soul and re-enter reincarnation, firmly believing that Liu Zhaojun would be resurrected.But now it has been ten days, Liu Zhaojun's body is still cold and pale, even stiff, the soul is locked in the body and there is no sign of fusion.

On the second day after Liu Zhaojun died, Ye Canglan rushed to Xuanzong in the morning dew, and he didn't know how he learned about Liu Zhaojun thousands of miles away.

No matter how Ye Canglan turned the judge pen in his hand, how miraculous the green and fresh Qi was, even Guanxue Peak was affected by this vitality. There was no life, and the hideous sword wound did not show any signs of healing.

"Master Uncle, Junior Martial Uncle has already gone, let his soul return to heaven and earth as soon as possible." Cang's tone was choked with sobs, it would be useless to go on like this, except that the soul would be wasted in the body, and Liu Zhaojun would not be able to regain consciousness. wake up.

Yi Zayu and Ye Canglan's descriptions were a bit embarrassing. The two were exhausted and sat down beside the ice coffin where Liu Zhaojun's body was placed. They tried all the methods, but none of them worked.

Ye Canglan was about to give up. She never expected that the system's weapons would do so much damage to her. Not only did she damage her soul, but she also couldn't activate her resurrection skills.Letting go early now can allow Mr. Liuzhao's soul to reincarnate earlier and wash away the memory, but I don't know whether to return to the previous world or reincarnate in this world.Besides, is the Liuzhao-jun who lost his memory still the Liuzhao-jun that he knew?

Ye Canglan was in a trance for a while, and the definition of life and death in his heart became concrete. Hundreds of years of being alone made him no longer have awe of life and death, and the death of his best friend reawakened his solemnity towards death.

"No, there is still a way! There must be a way!" Yi Zaitan is already a bit crazy, he has always regarded Liu Zhaojun as his own child, and poured all the vitality into Liuzhaojun that he didn't want to live since 500 years ago , he would rather die himself than Liu Zhaojun.

"Yiyunzhou!" Yi Zatang's mouth was full of blood, his injuries had not been well healed, even with Ye Canglan's miraculous recovery technique, they were all used on Liu Zhaojun, without caring about himself.

These three words have become a taboo within Xuanzong, and no one is willing to mention them again. The scene on the bloody altar made everyone's heart ache.

Xiaocang squatted beside Liu Zhaojun, crying, knowing that this good man who has always protected him would not wake up again, smiled and tolerated all the disasters he caused, and handed his favorite nuts, hugging Liu Zhaojun's cold fingertips, weeping uncontrollably.Wrapping Liu Zhaojun's wrist with her big tail, trying to warm him.

"Xiao Cang." How could a squirrel bear Xuanbing's coldness? Yi Zaiyu knew how much Liu Zhaojun liked this little pet in the past, so he threw Xiao Cang out to Cang, "Go back, I will find a way of."

"Master Uncle!" Cang held Xiao Cang in his arms and cried out sadly, life and death are never irreversible, if you want to think about returning to life, you will always have to pay an unimaginable price, and it may not be successful.

"Go back!" Yi Zaiyu directly swept the four of them out of the courtyard. This was actually Feng Yuyu's attitude. It was useless to indulge in life and death, but Yi Zaiyu just didn't want to give up.

"Senior Yi doesn't want to give up." Ye Canglan also didn't expect Yi Zaiyan to be so determined, as if he was insane.

"Whatever it takes, I will succeed."

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