[Gujian Yigong] Same goal in different ways

Three five

Baili Tusu held Feng Guangmo in his arms, and seeing Feng Qingxue staggering towards Ouyang Shaogong, he was anxious in his heart, and was about to get up to stop him, when suddenly his wrist tightened and hurt, and then the gust of wind swept across his cheeks. Draw out the wounds!

Above the ground, the blue spirits that had already dimmed reappeared, like sparkling waves, slowly gathering together, marking out a square inch of land.The spiritual power rotates, the fluorescence flourishes, and it is extremely strong. If it is tangible, it pushes Hongyu, Fang Lansheng, and Xiangling out, and finally forms an enchantment, lingering around Feng Guangmo and Baili Tusu.

"How can I make you so sad, how can I make him fulfill his wish." Feng Guangmo said in a low voice, his empty eyes reflected the icy blue brilliance, as if they reflected a tear of moonlight.Between words, Fen Ji in Baili Tusu's hand slowly floated up and fell into Feng Guangmo's right palm.The slender and pale fingers brushed across the blade, and suddenly there was a blaze of red light, and on the scarred arms, there were two more bloody wounds!

Black and red are intertwined and intertwined, and the fierce and dirty evil spirit sticks to the fresh scar and suddenly penetrates into it.The evil spirit continuously escaped from Baili Tusu's body, poured into the body of Fen Ji's sword, and was absorbed by the wounds on Feng Guangmo's wrists again.

Baili Tusu watched Feng Guangmo's dark eyes flash with a blood-colored fierce light, flashed suddenly, and fell silent again.

For the past eight years, he has been lingering in his body, causing him sometimes unbearable pain. The power of internal combustion was slowly drawn out one by one, and another strand of spiritual power entered his body at the same time. appease.

There is no wind in the palace mountain, but there is no wind in the enchantment. The two of them are suspended in the air, their clothes are flying, one is black and the other is white, like the cycle of yin and yang, endless life.Fen Ji stood suspended between Feng Guangmo and Baili Tusu, the dragon chant trembled, the sword edge shone, and flames overflowed!

Feng Qingxue looked up at the two people in the barrier, her lips moved, but she was speechless, suddenly raised her weapon, and slashed towards the barrier!

The giant scythe danced gracefully, and the golden weapon and iron blade kept falling on the slowly rotating invisible barrier, but it was bounced back by a gentle force.Feng Qingxue watched helplessly as her elder brother quickly held a long and complicated spell in his left hand, the blood from both wrists flowed continuously with the spiritual power of the spell, mixed into the barrier, and the blue wall was coated with a layer of The strange red light, suddenly crimson, suddenly indigo.

"Brother, stop! What the hell are you doing!" she roared hoarsely, after chopping and slashing indiscriminately, she didn't even have the strength to raise her arms anymore, sorely hanging on her shoulders The side of the body trembled slightly.

In the enchantment, the spell is over, and the technique is finally completed.Feng Guangmo sighed slowly, but there was an extremely gentle smile on his face, "Xisha."

Wash blood with blood, wash soul with soul.Although the two souls and four souls of Youdu Wuxian are incomplete, they can all be disassembled and turned into the source of spiritual power for the formation.Do everything possible to neutralize and eliminate the evil spirit contained in the soul and four souls of the prince Changqin in Baili Tusu's body.

And he himself will eventually lose his soul, not even a wisp of his soul will remain.

Feng Qingxue suddenly cleared the Lingtai, staggered back a few steps, was supported by Hongyu, and slowly fell to the ground.Through the barrier, Baili Tusu saw Feng Qingxue's pained expression, and said sadly, "Master Wuxian, I'm not worth it..."

"There is no distinction between high and low in human life, and what is worth it or not." Even though the eyes can't see, those eyes are still bright and clear, and Feng Guangmo's tone is gentle and generous, "Besides, I have already decided Apologizing to death, now, is just doing one more good deed before dying."

The brilliance in his eyes flickered, and he suddenly showed a bit of sadness.

"Besides, you're still so young..."

Baili Tusu was slightly taken aback, and suddenly remembered that this young Wu Xian was only 19 years old when he visited Wumeng Linggu.At that time, he was wearing a gorgeous sacrificial robe and held a magic staff. The faint morning light danced on the cold and sharp corners of the mask, and then slid down like flowing water. Following his slow and graceful steps, a silver light streaked across the air. .

Under the towering statue of the god, in full view of everyone, he stepped onto the altar alone, and made a vacant drawing with his left hand, and the dancing flames filled the air with spiritual energy.

Noble and self-respecting, young and proud.

His mother said, Yunxi, if you can become like this when you are 19 years old, mother will feel at ease.

The stars are changing, the homes are burning, the old people are gone, the time is changing, and the world is changing.

So sad and desolate, so helpless.

His face suddenly turned cold, and when he looked up, it was Feng Guangmo who gently rubbed the corners of his eyes, and said softly: "Great Wu Zhu, always talking about you...she loves you very much. The extradition of Changqin's half soul into your body is just to hope that you can live, and has nothing to do with responsibility or morality."

"Besides, you have a master, senior brothers and sisters, Hongyu, Lansheng, Xiangling, and Qingxue. What reason do you have to give up your life instead of living a good life?"

"But...!" Baili Tusu hesitated to speak, Feng Guangmo suddenly coughed softly, blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, and was swallowed by the formation again.

The evil spirit lingering around the body of the Fenji sword is already visible to the naked eye, but the rotation of the formation is getting faster and faster, like a quietly rotating hurricane, continuously devouring the blood and soul of the caster.Black evil spirit, blue spiritual power, indigo soul, crimson blood, mottled and intertwined, the original blue waves are now like a jar of muddy water, and they are forced to fractal, the turbid air is absorbed by the wound on Feng Guangmo's body, And the fresh air flowed into Baili Tusu's body continuously.

Feng Qingxue pushed Hongyu away, moved to the edge of the barrier, looked up at him, and shouted tremblingly: "Brother...I will avenge you...I will definitely..."

She couldn't speak any more, only choked up silently.

Turning the clouds to see the moon, gaining and losing, now she really feels the pain here, watching this person's life flow like water flowing through her fingers, but she can't do anything about it.

Feng Guangmo shook his head while coughing, with an expression of pain on his face, remorseful and resentful, "Qingxue, don't be fooled by Ouyang Shaogong. Everything I have done is not worthy of praise. I will pay for it The soul flies away, but it is also very consistent with what I did...

"Qingxue, I don't deserve a sister like you."

Feng Qingxue clasped her ten fingers tightly to the ground, dripping with blood, "Brother, what are you talking about, it's me... I'm not worthy..." She was panting heavily, and she was sobbing as she spoke, she just knelt on the ground, His cheeks were buried in his arms, trembling.

"I have already fallen into the devil's abyss, and I will never recover." Feng Guangmo said in a low voice, seemingly remorseful, but also painful, "So, I will end the hatred between me and Ouyang Shaogong myself!"

Through layers of barriers, Feng Qingxue saw a soft and gentle smile on Feng Guangmo's lips, but in an instant it was freezing!The cracked and segregated ground of Gonggong Mountain kept shaking, boulders piled up one after another, advancing layer by layer, like waves made of mud, sweeping towards Ouyang Shaogong!

The person who was nailed to the stone slab was stunned, and he flicked his fingers with great pain, urging the energy of his soul to create the Nine Heavens Ring Pendant again.The hand of the luthier waved far away in the void, and waves of sound surged and overflowed, rivaling the energy of earth and stone.In an instant, the seven strings of the Nine Heavens Ring were broken, but its majesty did not diminish at all, and it frightened all directions as if it was shattered. When the mud wave approached, it suddenly collapsed and turned into gravel and dust.

Feng Guangmo noticed that the shot was missing, and he was about to cast the spell again. Unexpectedly, a burst of severe pain came over him in an instant. He leaned over and spat out a mouthful of blood, and shouted with all his strength: "Red jade...be sure..."

Suddenly lost his voice.

Baili Tusu was the closest to him, and seeing his panicked expression, his lips moved constantly, but no sound came out.He couldn't help reading the man's lips, repeating word by word, "...kill Ouyang Shaogong."

The person who had placed great hopes raised his head in horror, and turned his head to look at the four people around him.Lan Sheng, Xiang Ling, Qingxue, Tu Su... She saw the mournful and hasty expressions on the faces of these young girls one by one, and nodded slowly: "... Hongyu will definitely live up to Mr. Feng's entrustment."

Hearing Hongyu's promise, Feng Guangmo nodded lightly, and then Baili Tusu saw his lips move slightly, and said again——

Qingxue, I'm sorry.

He slowly closed his eyes, a tear dripped from the corner of his eye, it disappeared in an instant, and was swallowed by the formation.

The caster is dead, but the formation has not stopped.The body that has lost consciousness and soul can no longer support the upright state, and slowly falls backwards!The wounds on his wrists were completely white and rolled up, and there was no more blood to supply the formation.

Suddenly, two different lights danced wildly like snakes, one red and one blue, tightly entangled Feng Guangmo's body, and the power of Cang Lan's soul was absorbed and drawn out by these two different lights at a speed visible to the naked eye. , inject formation!As if the man was floating in a river, he floated up in vain and swayed slightly with the flow of spiritual power.Due to the infusion of soul power, the original muddy and mottled magic circle spun rapidly again, and the pure and pure spiritual power was gradually divided by Li Qing, and slowly flowed into Baili Tusu's body.

The billowing evil energy contained in the murderous sword's burning silence was gradually dissipated, leaving only a curl of light smoke, which was swept away and swallowed by the violent fresh air.Losing the sword soul and sword heart, the fragile sword body can no longer withstand such a violent impact, and there are gradually small cracks on the sword body, which suddenly burst!

With the destruction of the Fen Ji Sword, all kinds of unbreakable barriers also fell apart, turning into tiny ice crystal-like dust, falling like thousands of stars.

Feng Qingxue wailed like a young animal, rushed forward, opened her arms, caught Feng Guangmo who was slowly falling from the sky, and then fell hard to the ground.Her hands were dripping with blood, but she managed to get up and looked down at the person in her arms.Feng Guangmo's eyes were slightly closed, and there was still a slight smile on his lips.She stretched out her hand tremblingly, brushing his long hair from the sideburns back one by one, then took out the handkerchief, and carefully wiped off the blood on his face.

When she was doing this, she didn't have a single tear on her face, she even had a smile on her face, and she said softly, "Brother, I'll take you home."

Muttering to herself, she buried her head on Feng Guangmo's shoulder, gently held his left hand with her right hand, and pressed it against her cheek.The other hand held him tightly in his arms, as if never to be separated.

"Brother, I will take you out of this place. I don't like the world at all. Let's leave here and never come back..."

Suddenly, her arms were empty, but when she lowered her head, she saw her elder brother's body melting like spring snow, turning into a handful of ashes in her arms.

Not far away, Ouyang Shaogong knelt on the ground, still holding the tactic in his hand.His face was covered with blood, and his long hair was disheveled, clinging to his cheeks, shoulders and neck, stained by blood, and tangled together.

Touching Feng Qingxue's extremely calm eyes, he smiled and said leisurely: "How can others get what I can't get."

The screams of Fang Lansheng and Xiangling came from far away, Feng Qingxue was stunned for a while, then got up silently, bent down to pick up the scythe, and walked slowly towards Ouyang Shaogong step by step.

The man hugged her body that couldn't stop rushing forward, and whispered in her ear, only saying that her elder brother didn't want her hands to be stained with blood, and don't make him sad.

"However, his soul has disappeared, and even his body no longer exists." She heard herself say very calmly, "Even if I did it, how would he know?"

My elder brother, his soul has been scattered, and his physical body has also been annihilated.

What else would he know?

She heard herself roaring at the top of her lungs, but she didn't even know what she was shouting about.She only knew that she wanted to kill, kill the culprit who made her elder brother suffer for eight years and was finally relieved by death, and killed the culprit who ruined Tu Su's family and suffered from the evil spirit.

…Killing this, let her suffer from life and death, and finally refused to leave the body of her eldest brother——

Ou, Yang, Shao, Gong!

She slammed back violently, breaking free from Baili Tusu, and then the giant scythe waved an iron-gray arc of light in the air, forcing Lan Sheng and Xiang Ling to retreat again and again!

Then--

In an instant, a flying red shadow shot out like a sharp arrow, surpassing Qingxue.The twin swords that danced like streamers of light left behind two crimson shadows, quickly dodging Ouyang Shaogong's successive magical attacks.

The first sword, like a surprise, pierced straight to the heart.

With the second sword, he twisted his body forward and wiped out the edge of the sword.

The third sword, the backhand sword fell, cut the throat and broke the bone!

Then, the figure of the fluttering woman in red froze suddenly, the pale red fireworks gathered and withered, and her long skirt fluttered like a spirit-calling banner hunting in the wind.

Hongyu stood up slowly, turned her head and stared at the man.

Ouyang Shaogong's face was calm and peaceful, but he still had the strength to raise the corners of his lips to her and smiled faintly.A line of blood suddenly overflowed from his throat, and then the line of blood turned into a gushing rain of blood!Wen Ya Ninghe's head gradually bent into a strange angle with his neck, and suddenly fell to the ground, rolling around on the ground.

His eyes were slightly open, and there was still a hint of a smile on his lips.

Seeing that Ouyang Shaogong was dead, Feng Qingxue dropped her scythe and looked at Hongyu in a daze.Hongyu stepped forward, held her shoulders, and said softly, "Let's go."

The weak girl was stunned for a long time, then suddenly pushed her away, stepped forward step by step, and held Ouyang Shaogong's head with both hands.She gently stroked his eyes, closed them, and cast a spell to wash away the blood on his face.

"Farewell, Ouyang Shaogong." She whispered, holding the head to Ji Tong's side, and put it in her arms.

Finally, she said, "Let's go."

On the palace mountain, a crooked and skinny old woman dressed in fine clothes was holding a young and beautiful head in her arms, even though it was blood-stained, her handsome and graceful head was engulfed by the collapsed homeland of Penglai.

No one looked back.

eventually

The author has something to say:

So far, it is irreversible.Whether it is patting bricks or spreading flowers, it is as good as it is.