The villain has a white moonlight

The silent flute sounded, melodious and melodious, winding sadly, Ji Wuxian who was playing the flute raised his head, looking at the tall figure in the misty clouds, the sound of the flute became hoarse and deep.

Hearing the sound of the flute, the prince turned slightly sideways, and glanced back at the man under the peach blossom tree from the corner of his eye.

That is the song that can remove Lan Xizhi's black feather seal and let him see the light again.

Ji Wuxian has been practicing the way of ghosts for a long time, and she also hopes that one day she will be able to play this song.

Now he can play this song silently, but it's a pity that Lan Xizhi can't hear it, and Fu Mengsheng... can't hear it again.

"I don't need it," the prince murmured, "You should just say goodbye to Fu Mengsheng!"

After leaving the variable Ji Wuxian in Shura Dao, he returned to Menghuaichuan and started his own chess game.

Across thousands of rivers and mountains, the red line between the fingers and the spiritual blood of the heart are their constant connection. Huo Xiwu needs formulas to talk. He has never used formulas once. It is not difficult for him to block the search from the other end in one direction. Ji Wuxian couldn't sense him through Huo Xiwu, but he could sense the other party's emotions.

He told himself more than once that this was just to ensure that Ji Wuxian was alive, and to share half of Ji Wuxian's pain in the Shura Dao, and also to prevent the mycelium's vessel from being completely scrapped.

As a result, during the years of separation, Shura Dao trapped Ji Wuxian, and Meng Huaichuan was also his prison.

Now, they will all be free.

The prince smiled slightly, closed his eyes and made a formula, pointing his sword at the sky with one hand, dreaming that the wind and clouds were surging under the Huai River, the clouds in the sky gathered and dispersed, and the land of Kyushu was shaken by it.

The dust-observing mirror let out a scream, and countless silver puppet threads burst out from the mirror, like a spider web, and the spider threads stretched out from all directions.

The seal of Asura Dao was lifted, and the Falling Abyss had been opened. In the dazzling red light of the dust-observing mirror, the passage between Menghuai River and Yuyi Temple was opened.

The temple is like the dormant heart of the Yuyi Kingdom. The priest has already prepared the magic circle he needs in the temple. As long as the prince can come to the temple again, the Yuyi Kingdom will surely rise from the abyss and see the light again.

The prince stepped on that passage, and the group of ghosts released from the Shura Dao followed behind him.

During the hundreds of years of captivity and slaughter, many of them have already forgotten who they are and what kind of past relationship they have with the Yuyi Kingdom, and only survive in the world with their obsession.

The voices that have been prayed for hundreds of years in the language of the Yuyi tribe, in the eyes of everyone in Xiujie, are wailing with unclear semantics, echoing in the abyss all year round.

Back when Lan Xizhi was practicing Luo Dao, the ghosts and evil spirits transformed by the creatures of Yuyi Kingdom did not recognize him, but because he had a familiar aura on him, they obediently surrendered and voluntarily drove him away.

They are finally looking forward to the person they really want to wait for.

Now, Wan Gui, who was ecstatic to be freed from the confinement, let out a bloodthirsty shriek, just waiting for an eye for an eye to wash the world of blood.

Surrounded by ghosts, the prince stepped up the stone stairs of the temple step by step with his sword in hand. Returning to his hometown, Guiren looked calm, and his beautiful golden eyes were calm.

But he has already taken all the scenes of the decline of the motherland into his eyes and into his heart.

The raging fire in the Falling Abyss never goes out all year round, like a red lotus blooming on a dead ground, and the clouds are densely covered with thunder and lightning one after another.

Located in the ruins of the Yuyi Kingdom in the Fallen Abyss, most of the original strange and magnificent buildings, fairy palaces and towers have collapsed into ruins. Withered.

The entire country was dead silent, but the only prince of the Yuyi Kingdom who lived in the world could hear the endless noise and screams coming from that dead silence.

The raging flames burned all over the depths of the falling abyss where the thunder never stopped, and countless undead souls of the Yuyi Kingdom were still suffering for many years.

The gate of the temple was opened, like a box being pried open with rusty iron locks, and the decayed breath of time and despair full of blood came rushing in like a tide.

In the empty temple, the man in the fox mask walked alone, his long robe brushed over the cold and hard floor tiles, and the extinguished candles on the rusty candlesticks lit up one by one as he arrived, the white clothes against the candlelight Youth, like a lonely shadow, travels through the long time to the final return.

The stone gate slowly closed behind him, the ghost group was kept out of the temple, the prince was alone, and came to the place where the priest cast spells.

The altar is engraved with complex characters of the Yuyi tribe, the altar is full of dust, and there are still mottled bloodstains.

Raising his hand and swipe on the sharp edge of the Flowing Light Sword, bright red blood gushes out, his slender fingers slide along the runes formed by the grooves on the altar, the blood flows like a thin trickle, and a huge The golden magic circle, the candles flickered together, and the whole temple shook.

When the magic circle was opened, golden rays of light burst out from the relief sculptures of Suzaku, Golden Crow, Garuda, and Phoenix on the four sides of the temple.

The prince chanted the incantation, and a chain formed by spiritual power burst out from the relief. The golden barb at the top was sharp and cold, piercing his ribs fiercely, and blood gushed out, and a bloody flower bloomed on his clothes instantly.

At the same time, the huge peach blossom trees growing in the five cities of Langya, Gusu, Shushan, Jinling, and Chaoge have reached to the sky. With the five cities as the poles, mountains and rivers as veins, and rivers as networks, a huge peach blossom tree is drawn on the land of Xiujie. bloody pentagram pattern.

The roots of those peach blossom trees are also like tentacles, entwining and binding the entire land of Xiujie, whether it is moving mountains and rivers to flat ground, or tearing up the entire land of Xiujie, all of which have been overturned in the hands of the prince.

The top of Kunlun Mountain is also filled with black clouds and thunder, and there is a vague possibility that the mountain will collapse and the ground will split.

"Ah Xian..." The prince in white couldn't help but sighed softly as he was engraved in his heart.

Ji Wuxian, the ninth prince of the Jiwu Dynasty, felt the pain of cutting his heart, and the pain of the golden spike piercing his brother and foot, he had already felt it all.

However, it is not enough.

The prince raised his long flowing sword, and the sharp sword reflected his face wearing a fox mask.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"I've been waiting for a long time, everyone." The crown prince smiled lightly, the arc opposite to the crying face on the mask was as painful as a knife cut, and he had long been used to it.

However, accompanied by a bang, the thick stone gate of the Yuyi Temple was split open by a sharp knife light, especially powerful and full of destructive power, splitting the weighty stone gate into pieces. The wind howled.

Amidst the dust, Ji Wuxian came against the light, holding a gorgeous Shescher scimitar in his hand, with a tall and straight figure, his red clothes fluttering like a red butterfly, his high black curly hair dancing wildly in the wind, and the white strand of white hair on his forehead His hair brushed over his handsome face, with a solemn expression, and he came without saying a word.

The prince's expression changed slightly, countless white paper butterflies flew out from his sleeves, and the blood-stained paper butterflies flocked towards the young man in red like a tide. The white light broke through the crown prince's butterfly formation with one move, and the butterflies fell like rain. The figure in red passed through the fluttering paper butterflies, and came swiftly like a falcon, catching his target prey quickly and accurately. .

At the same time, accompanied by anger and pain, the gorgeous long knife brutally cut off the golden chains that locked the prince.

The prince, who had lost his spiritual power and blood, had no time to react, and was dragged by his collar to the Panlong stone pillar beside the altar.

"Why, you finally decided to come and kill me to save your beloved?" The prince lowered his eyes and glanced at Ji Wuxian, who sent spiritual power to him, but put on a smile he had long been used to, and said sarcastically, "Or for you? My fellow practitioners and friends come to beg me?"

"Your Highness, do you have to do this?" Ji Wuxian tightly grasped the crown prince's robe, trembling all over his body.

"Oh? You are in sorrow and pain," the prince sneered, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became deeper and deeper. The crying fox mask with a frozen expression was slowly changing like a living thing, and finally condensed into a strange smile Raduan said, "Your concern is for fellow practitioners and friends, and your deep affection is for Lan Xizhi and Fu Mengsheng. Did I say something wrong?"

Ji Wuxian didn't avoid the prince's gaze, but was very firm and close at hand.

"Don't look at me like this, the prince of Yuyi Kingdom in your heart has long since died, why bother to deceive yourself and others."

The prince's tone was indifferent, but he turned his face slightly, under the silent gaze of the other party, avoiding the scorching gaze, the beautiful golden eyes were gloomy and gloomy.

The young man in red looked at the person in front of him, and the hot flames in his eyes became more and more intense: "That's right, the former His Royal Highness of the Yuyi Kingdom, the former nine princes of the Jiwu Dynasty, are all dead, and died in the inhumane incident of the Jiwu Dynasty. In a brutal battle."

Ji Wuxian's eyes were reddened: "The current Crown Prince, who insists on pushing himself to such a point, leaves me with the best, whether it's the elder brother or Fu Mengsheng."

"I don't accept your arrangement for the rest of my life."

The prince was stunned, the hard ice that had imprisoned his heart for a long time suddenly became fragile and almost shattered.

Ji Wuxian let go, but still trapped the young man in white between the stone pillars.

The distance between the two is very close, so close that you can feel each other's breath.

"Using affectionate, hypocritical words, I want to persuade me, the evil god of misfortune, to stop and save this realm of cultivation," the hand in the sleeve unconsciously clenched his fist, "You..."

The young man in red pushed the crown prince onto the stone pillar and leaned over to press it down, like a beautiful crabapple crushing a cold plum blossom. He was not as cautious as before when facing the crown prince, and his movements were very rough.

Ji Wuxian pried open the crown prince's teeth with an almost brutal and unreasonable force. When the latter was shocked, a wildfire burned in his heart, and the fire burned all over his body. He grabbed Ji Wuxian and turned it around twice. The position of the person, the slender fingers sinking into his long hair.

Like two wild beasts biting each other, fighting fiercely, each tasted the faint bloody smell of the other's tongue being bitten.

There was no confusion in that kiss, their bodies were scorching hot, but they both looked at each other very clearly.

The kiss wasn't too long, the two parted while panting slightly, their irritability subsided to calm, like a pool of spring water, without waves or ripples.

"Your Highness, I can't agree with you to restore Yuyi Country by destroying the world of cultivation, and I am also worried about the plight of my fellow practitioners and friends, but I know that I can't stop you, just like you can't stop me from loving you Same."

"If you don't want to increase the pain, just give me a ride quietly." The prince turned around, trying to keep his tone calm.

The fox mask burst out with a low buzzing sound, and then the shrieking sound one after another flooded the temple like a tide.

They are urging him.

That mask is alive, gathering the obsessions of Shura Dao and those undead in Yuyi Kingdom in the Fallen Abyss.

The Kingdom of Yuyi sank into the Abyss, and the dust-observing mirror was the key to opening the Abyss and allowing the Kingdom of Yuyi to return to Kunlun Mountains. However, the souls of the people in the Kingdom of Yuyi had already died, and their bodies were either decayed or burned to ashes by the fire, leaving only countless The soul is trapped inside.

The thunder and flames transformed by the evil spirit in the falling abyss are endless all year round. The sky punishes the thunder, and the earth bursts with karmic fire. Those souls have been tortured and cannot be freed for hundreds of years.

And in Shura Dao at the boundary between the mortal world and the former site of Yuyi Kingdom, the original nationals who were blocked in the abyss by the Wailing Wall of Sin also did not see the sun, and lived day after day in the torment of the incompatibility of the earth's atmosphere and fighting for survival. day.

The obsession and howling in the abyss, the countless resentments intertwined with despair and hope, accumulated into a destructive invisible thought, which cannot be dispelled for hundreds of years, if it breaks through the barriers and enchantments, the entire Yuyi Kingdom in the abyss The ruins bear the brunt and will be destroyed.

The prince abandoned Lan Xizhi's part, and with the blood as a guide, he set up Menghuaichuan formation to extradite the evil spirit of Fallen Abyss and Shura Dao to himself, so as to alleviate the suffering of the people trapped in it.

Those ghosts of the dead in Yuyi Kingdom wandering in the world of cultivation sensed his existence and tried to occupy his vacant soul seat. He accepted them all and used his own flesh and blood to nourish the ghosts.

As long as it exists in the world, whether it is hope, resentment, despair, or sadness, as long as there are traces in the world, there is a possibility of resurrection.

As a result, he grew a new face, a weeping fox face, covering his original appearance like a mask.

The mind has been made up, this time, there can be no change.

The preparations for a long time are not only to restore Kunlun Mountain Yongsui to its original state, but also to raise the former site of Yuyi Kingdom from the falling abyss, and to completely subvert the entire Xiujie Continent and change the atmosphere. This land will no longer be suitable for The survival of mortal monks is an environment that is only suitable for the survival of people from the Yuyi nation.

The last step is to sacrifice himself, use the keel and dragon body to extinguish the karmic fire of the fallen red lotus, dissipate all the spiritual power and cultivate the base to purify the resentful spirit, his soul will disappear in smoke and will not enter reincarnation.

No one should have known about his arrangement, it doesn't matter what Ji Wuxian guessed.

Anyway...mycelium will make that child forget everything, forget His Highness the Crown Prince, forget Lan Xizhi, forget Fu Mengsheng, forget Yuyi Kingdom, forget the cultivation world, and be reborn together with Yuyi Kingdom.

Born to death, the mycelial host is immortal, and Ji Wuxian, who has the Cross Flame Tang and his spiritual blood, will become the first awakened citizen of Yuyi Kingdom, and perhaps after many years, he will also become a god-like existence.

Ji Wuxian watched the Prince's back as he walked towards the altar. Although he was trapped by the golden magic circle under his feet and couldn't take another step forward, he was unusually quiet. He didn't struggle or try to break the restraint.

The Ninth Prince of the Jiwu Dynasty, would have fallen into darkness forever, with the cruel and violent blood of the Jiwu Clan flowing in his body, I despise myself and everything around me, living in this world like a shadow, my body, my heart, my body Souls are black.

You, who exist like a god, stop for the humble me.

Your appearance is like the gentle moonlight accidentally falling on the shadow in the lonely corner, giving the shadow the illusion that it is also shining.

Back then, that lonely and gloomy boy wanted to catch that ray of holy moonlight whimsically. He knew it was a delusion, but it was still wishful thinking.

But Your Highness, my Highness, you made my delusion come true.

I thought you would only be my god, the one and only god forever.

But I can't restrain myself, I've overstepped my delusions, I love you, not the love of a believer for a god.

This kind of emotion that has gone beyond the border, I am afraid of getting a response and looking forward to a response.

My delusion has become reality again, you have me in your eyes and me in your heart.

I have seen your most beautiful appearance. At that time, you were the noble, beautiful and gentle Crown Prince. You let me see what beauty is.

I also understand why you are like this now, and understand the heart behind your mask.

Be it a god or an evil god, all I know is that you are my beloved.

It has been nearly a thousand years, Your Highness, I have finally found Your Highness, please don't abandon me again.

The magic circle in the temple was restarted, and the golden chain bound the prince again, and the flames burning with the runes climbed up the chain windingly, besieging the prince.

Your Highness, I cannot prove how much I love you, nor have I ever thought of doing so.

If you want to die and restore the country, then I will also be wiped out and not reincarnated.

The world without you and without me is the best ending I can think of.

Once, twice, three times, I am willing to do so.

This last time, let me go first.

The young man in red looked at the man in the center of the flames, and stabbed his backhand hard into his heart where the hourglass of time was. As the purple fine sand overflowing from the hourglass flew, his eyes penetrated the curtain of flames.

The person bound by the golden chain in the flames is magnificent and beautiful, the crown of the hair is shattered, the slender silver hair is scattered, flowing like a waterfall, the clothes are flying like dancing, and the fox mask is split in two and falls to the ground.

He couldn't see the expression on that beautiful and handsome face clearly, only heard a call.

Just like the peach blossoms in the drizzle in Gusu in March, bringing endless moisture.

"Your Highness... May you... also get your wish." Before falling into darkness, his weak response, together with the purple fine sand, was blown away by the strong wind.