Tian Yan 49

Long after Xing Ge left, the fire in Yanggu gradually extinguished.

The completion of Tianjiang Pu enabled the sundial scene to operate normally, the unusually high temperature in Yanggu dropped back little by little, and the ruins of the ruins returned to silence.Ming Hongdao turned into a skylark, fluttered his wings blankly a few times, hesitantly landed on the side of Shuang Jiang's face, carefully pecked a strand of his hair, and gave a soft "cheep".

After an unknown amount of time, Shuang Jiang's fingers suddenly trembled, and a golden candle light lit up in his empty pupils.Skylark chirped at him, and he slowly stood up, looked at Skylark blankly, and suddenly stretched out his hand to grab it and squeeze it hard.

Hongming screamed, his figure was crushed and turned into a long knife.

Shuang Jiang looked at the handle of the knife in his hand suspiciously, thrust it into the ground without interest, stood up unsteadily, and turned to look at Wanyang Palace.

The wound on his body was no longer bleeding, and the wire of fire burned on the hideous knife wound, leaving several glaring scars.Golden flames bulged from his scars and ignited his whole body. He looked like a ghost crawling out of hell and being burned at the stake. His face was pale, and his steps were still a little staggering. It's like wanting to throw it into the burning furnace of Sundial View.

Suddenly he stopped, his ears tilted as if he was listening to something, his empty eyes slowly gathered together, forming a hostility eager to fight.

The young man in red stood on the top of the hibiscus tree with his sword in hand, looking down at him indifferently.He seemed to want to look this way, but suddenly his attention was attracted by a sound from another direction. A low cry of a ferocious beast while hunting rolled in Shuang Jiang's throat, like a bolide falling flat towards the hall of Wanyang Hall. After the pillar!

"The ears are so good." A voice praised, followed by a peaceful Buddhist gatha: "Amitabha."

The young man in red raised his eyebrows, and squatted lightly on the treetop, watching with great interest the Bolide chasing a chubby gray-clothed monk.

"Oh benefactor, don't burn the poor monk's cassock, it's so precious—" The monk fled in a panic, and failed to escape a few times. He was pierced through by a claw, but it didn't look like he landed on the ground.This monk is more like a phantom.

"The benefactor on the tree, you can't just ignore death!" The monk raised his head and shouted.

The young man in red sneered, and said freely: "I care about your life?"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, benefactor!"

The young man in red sneered and said, "Do you think I believe in your nonsense Buddhism? You are an illusory gun, and you are not afraid of him burning it. What are you talking about?"

"The benefactor is very angry. Could it be that something bad happened to you?" The monk chatted with others while covering his head, "Benefactor, you are venting your anger. You see, I am an old acquaintance with Lord Misfortune. Lord Misfortune, can you look at him?" Help the poor monk out of face?"

Sha Ze raised his long eyebrows, and the look in his eyes suddenly turned cold: "You know him? That's great, why are you still alive?"

He wanted to say some more vicious words, but he seemed to have heard something, his cold and gloomy expression disappeared, but the voice he was talking to himself was still sarcasm: "Are you awake?"

It seemed that someone had said something to him, he stood up from the tree and said, "What if I don't?"

As soon as he said this, his temperament suddenly changed.

He suddenly disappeared from the branch, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Shuang Jiang. With a horizontal sword in his hand, he said softly, "Xiao Qi."

There was a long and familiar aura in his memory, which was too ethereal, like an illusion.Shuang Jiang's pounced figure stopped abruptly, and he tilted his head to look at the person in front of him, with a bit of doubt and guard under his violent expression.The young man took a step back to open the distance, Shuang Jiang smelled a little danger from him, and also took a step back, then looked at him, then at Wanyang Palace, stopped and did not move, the fire on his body was burning quietly.

The monk hid behind the young man, put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

The young man in red didn't look at the people behind him, but fixed his eyes on Shuang Jiang's beast-like eyes, suddenly smiled, and said in a low voice, "What a beast."

"The benefactor's words are wrong." The monk disagreed. "He was seriously injured, and he was on the verge of death. His consciousness and reason were gone, and only a little instinct was left, which was not even comparable to an animal."

"He seems to be able to fight better than before," the young man in red raised his chin, "Can he beat Xing Ge?"

"It can be regarded as combat power." The monk said.

The young man in red looked back at him, his tone seemed to be a bit cautious: "Can he return to his original state?"

"This poor monk doesn't know that he should still have the ability to perceive the outside world. It depends on who can wake him up and whether the person who wakes him up is still there." The monk said.

The young man narrowed his eyes, and tentatively said to Shuang Jiang, "The God of War punishes Ge."

Shuang Jiang's violence increased with the flames, and he turned around twice like a trapped animal, his eyes fierce.The young man flipped his hand, and threw to Shuangjiang a piece of incomplete spell, which was taken from Mo Zhinian, and had a slight connection with Xing Ge.Shuang Jiang held it in his hand, and the young man pointed in the direction of the Heavenly Emperor Hall, with a bit of bewilderment and a bit of indifference, said: "He killed your father, and hurt you so far, you want to kill him, right? Heavenly Emperor Hall—he is in the Heavenly Emperor Hall."

Frostfall's shoulder blades spread out huge flame wings and flew towards the direction he pointed.

The young man looked at the direction he was flying, and said softly: "Shangshan."

Shangshan was surprised: "The benefactor actually knows me."

The young Piao Piao said: "You don't remember me so soon?"

Shangshan vowed to hide his ignorance to the end, and said in surprise, "When did this poor monk see Lord Calamity God?"

He wanted to pretend to be confused, and the young man didn't bother with this issue, so he just smiled and asked, "You came here at the same time as me, and saw Xing Ge take Xihua's life, right?"

Supreme Good said: "Amitabha."

The young man regarded him as admitting it, and did not question him about his compassion and dedication to goodness. He just said lightly, "I have a question, and I think you can give me the answer."

"Excuse me, the benefactor."

"How did Xing Ge know about the Great Desolation?" The young man looked into Shangshan's eyes and said clearly, "Even if you ask, the Heavenly Emperor won't tell him, right? Why did he tell Fusang, Xihua and the Heavenly Emperor?" I know the things so well, as if I have really seen them? Whether it is cast on Mo Zhinian or the spells used on Xihua, even in the heavens, they have been lost for a long time. Xing Ge ascended thousands of years ago, how do you know these things? thing?"

Shang Shan still said: "Amitabha."

"Shangshan, although it is said that the heavenly book is just observation and never interferes with the development of the world..." The young man smiled softly, "Xing Ge met you, right? You helped him, didn't you?"

The young man smiled brightly, and said in a cold tone, "Why?"

Shangshan doesn't speak.

In the end, he clasped his hands together, lowered his eyebrows and said calmly: "It's time for the sky to change."

As soon as these words were thrown down, Shangshan's figure gradually disappeared. The young man stared at the place where he disappeared for a while, and suddenly his temperament changed, and he murmured to himself almost gloomyly: "You don't say hello again Come out and try."

He seemed to have heard someone say something, and then gave a low laugh: "Next time, I will cripple my right arm, so that you will never try to hold a sword again. Child, since you say I am a lunatic, then you Guess if I dare?"

The person he communicated with seemed to have stopped talking, Sha Ze hugged his shoulders in a good mood, and walked towards the direction of Yanggu.Halfway through the walk, he suddenly bumped into something under his feet. He lowered his head and saw a carved wooden object.

Sha Ze picked it up, turned to look at it, and shrank his neck in disgust: "What is this? Tsk, it's so ugly, a voodoo doll?"

It seemed that someone was talking to him again, Sha Ze said: "You let me keep it? Such a thing?"

After a pause, Sha Ze all mocked: "Since when did you become so merciful? You just watched someone being tortured and sacrificed with a sword, so now you still want to save this tattered empty container? Is it useful?"

Saying so, he put the voodoo doll into his sleeve, and lazily said: "Where do you want to go next? Heavenly Emperor Hall? Don't even think about it, kid, you really think that your life is not yours right now." no?"

He raised his eyebrows as he muttered to himself, and his thin lips curled into an obscene arc: "I'd be happy to call you a child, if you have the guts, you can kill me again."

He... Or they confronted each other silently for a while, but in the end Sha Ze prevailed. He heard the voice that no one else could hear said something, nodded and said, "Okay."

The author has something to say: I, Han Meimei, will finish writing Tianyan before Qingming! ! !