Writing a thesis in the world of cultivating immortals

Xiang Yang ran wildly all the way, just like what Fusu said, those dead bodies seemed to him unknown to him, and when he passed by those dead bodies, he was no longer as sad as when he came.

After taking the last step towards the gate of the Xiangfu, Xiangyang stopped, the evening wind was slightly cool, the evening wind blew by, and the hair fluttered.

The contrast between the quiet night and the Shura Hell behind him is simply laughable.

A wall between life and death

Xiang Yang raised his hand and wiped the tears on his face fiercely.

From today on, he won't cry anymore!

He wants to become stronger!He wants to make the people of the Demon Cult regret what happened today.

He wants to stand at the top of the world, and let those who bully him, hurt him, humiliate him, and those who love him know that he Xiangyang never accepts his fate.

because he said to him:

you are a miracle

Xiang Yang slowly raised his hand, and scattered the burnt talisman with the wind.

He took a deep look at the sky, and then resolutely walked forward.

.........

The street in the middle of the night was eerily quiet, and the air brought by the wind was bloody. Xiang Yang walked slowly on the street, feeling the murderous aura gathered around him, and stopped slowly.

He looked up at the empty surroundings, with an incongruous coldness on his childish face.

There was a sound of unhurried footsteps behind him, the man approached Xiang Yang and clapped his hands lightly.

"You really are a hero boy"

A sexy and charming woman's voice came from behind. The voice was lingering, sexy and alluring. At first hearing, it made one feel heartbroken.

Xiang Yang turned his head to look at the woman not far away, with no emotion on his face.

The woman walked up to Wei Jie with her breasts upright, and said with a joking smile: "Little brother, do you know what is the summoning array?"

The woman didn't wait for Wei Jie to open her mouth before she said: "Hundred ghosts come out from the soul-calling array, and all living beings can enter but never come out... But now you have escaped from the soul-seeking array. Got teased, so..."

The woman gently lifted Xiangyang's chin with one finger, and smiled coquettishly:

"you must die"

As his words fell, Xiang Yang violently attacked her.

The woman jumped back lightly, looked at the bright red stain on her fingers, took out a handkerchief from her bosom and wiped it unhurriedly, then looked at Xiangyang, said with a smile: "Little brother, sister won't accompany you played"

After speaking, several men jumped out of the darkness and surrounded Wei Jie. The sharp swords in their hands looked even colder in the dark night.

The woman put away the handkerchief, cast a wink at Wei Jie, and said, "You guys play with a little brother."

As soon as the words fell, the group of men in black rushed towards Xiang Yang, completely ignoring that the other party was only an eight-year-old boy.

Xiang Yang quickly took a wooden stick from the vendor's stall and took over the move of the man in black.

Xiang Yang struggled to avoid the man in black's attack. He was outnumbered. In addition, he was seriously injured before. He was kicked on the ground by the man in black, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. He had no strength to fight back.

The leading man in black raised his sword and was about to slash at him.

At this moment, a white figure suddenly rushed out and knocked the man in black's sword flying, and then stood in front of Xiang Yang, looking at the man in black with a wary face.

It's not tangling!

Seeing that it was just a cub, the man in black sneered and raised his palm to strike.

"slow down"

The woman watching the play said suddenly, she looked straight at Butang with her beautiful peach eyes, and then looked at Xiangyang, with a smile gradually rising on her face.

really interesting

"Go, go."

The woman said to the people in black, then turned around and disappeared into the night.

Hearing the words, the people in black jumped and disappeared into the night.

Seeing that the enemy had left, Buzhang returned to Xiangyang's side, put his head in his arms, and whimpered.

Xiang Yang touched it feebly, then leaned on the wooden stick with great difficulty and stood up, walked forward slowly, and followed behind him step by step without being entangled.

Xiang Yang had suffered a lot of injuries in the Xiang Mansion before, and now he was besieged by men in black, who forcibly used his zhenqi.

Walking to an alley, Xiang Yang couldn't hold on any longer, fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

Not wrapped whining, rubbing his head against Xiangyang's head, but no matter what he did, Xiangyang still didn't move.

........

In the mansion, Xiangyang jumped out of the window and the gate was captured at the same time, those dead bodies rushed in, they roared, and those who lost their target looked around numbly with their white eyes, and blue-black saliva flowed from the corners of their mouths , the stench of rotting corpses enveloped the house that used to be full of peach blossoms.

Those dead bodies came in one by one, however, when approaching Fusu, they would consciously avoid it, as if there was something untouchable there.

The dead bodies turned around in the house, finding nothing, and dispersed after a while, wandering in the peach grove.

In that room, a young man in red was lying in a pool of blood. There was a hole in his chest, and the blood was slowly flowing out. His face was pale and lifeless.

The gate was knocked down by corpses, a gust of wind blew in the peach forest, and the evening wind was mixed with patches of peach blossoms.

The petals fell on the boy's body, and the hairband on the boy's forehead was blown away by the wind, revealing a small, slender, diamond-shaped bloodstain on the boy's forehead.

At this time, the bloodstain was emitting a faint red light, treacherous and evil.

As the bloodstains were exposed, the blood around the boy's body was slowly returning to the boy's body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hole on the boy's chest also slowly healed, and after a while, the wound on the boy's body disappeared completely.

The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his eyes moved slightly, his long eyelashes fluttered twice, and then slowly opened, revealing his clear eyes.

Fusu opened his eyes and was familiar with the beams of the house. He raised his hand, looked at his clean and spotless hands, and smiled silently.

he didn't die...

Fusu stood up from the ground and touched his chest.

No wounds.

Everything that happened before seemed like a dream.

However, the feeling of being on the verge of death is so obvious, and the reluctance, fear, and worry in my heart are so hard to ignore.

Fusu walked out of the room step by step, looking at the dead bodies wandering in front of him, after a night, these dead bodies were full of resentment, dead air, making people daunting.

The breeze blew past, bringing with it an evil spirit, Fusu looked at the top of the wall.

But in an instant, a large number of men in black jumped out of the night.

The leader of the group held a soul-controlling bag in his hand.

Blood sacrifice, using the soul of a living person as a sacrifice to summon monsters.

The men in black were also taken aback when they saw Fusu, and their hands that held the weapon tightened.

Fusu looked at the dead body of the man in black that Fangfo couldn't see, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his beautiful peach eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's time to return the favor"

After speaking, he called out the red umbrella in the suspicious eyes of everyone.

The umbrella was something from the Devil's Cult, and everyone recognized it immediately.

Thinking of its general use, they were shocked with different expressions.

Fusu slowly rotated the red umbrella, which showed a positive and strange color, which was frightening.

Without waiting for everyone to react, those dead bodies suddenly attacked them.

Everyone quickly took up weapons and fought back vigorously, but how could they be the opponents of these dead bodies?

After a while, there were various screams from the crowd.

I saw a man in black was torn in half by the dead body, and the intestines and other internal organs rushed out.

The man in black didn't expect to die like this until his death, and his eyes were wide open with disbelief.

Seeing his tragic state, the others became even more frightened, and they had nowhere to escape as they were already surrounded by corpses.

Looking at Fusu standing not far away, he shouted expectantly:

"Help!!"

"help me!!"

"Help!!!!"

Fusu looked at the man in black who had his arm ripped off by the dead body, and screamed for help in pain, smiled slightly, and then saw the man in black being dismembered on the ground.

There were all kinds of screams in my ears, and blood flowed horizontally. The few peach trees nearby were spattered with blood, and the scarlet petals were splattered with blood.

There is a strange beauty in the moonlight.

Fusu didn't have too much interest in the carnage in front of him, he turned and left after taking a second look, and walked out of Taohuaju.

When he came to the ancestral hall, Fusu stopped in front of the spirit summoning formation, looking at the formation in front of him that was shrouded in darkness and blackness, Fusu was a little lost.

How should the formation be broken?

After thinking for a while, he picked up the bright yellow talisman papers surrounding the summoning flag one by one.

As the last piece of talisman paper was removed, the yin energy in the center of the formation suddenly weakened, but disappeared after a while, and the talisman paper in Fusu's hand suddenly rose up, turning into ashes and blowing away with the wind. scattered.

Fusu picked up the soul-calling flag inserted in the altar and destroyed it with the Yuxiao fan.

Looking at the bloody monk on the ground, Fusu sighed softly.

After destroying all the soul searching arrays, Fusu returned to the corpses of Xiang Hongyi and Xiangshi.

Fusu stretched out his hand and took out a red sachet from Xiang's arms.

This is the sachet Xiang Shi embroidered for Xiang Fusu not long ago.

Fusu looked at the exquisite peach blossom on the sachet and the word Jing embroidered on the back, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled slightly:

"Thank you mother"

Fusu put the Yuxiao fan in front of the two of them, then turned his head, took a deep look at the home where he had lived for more than ten years, and gently closed the red umbrella and took it back into the spirit bag.

Taking out the last burning talisman from his bosom, Fusu threw the talisman paper onto the pile of corpses aside, the talisman paper instantly ignited, the burning talisman was very energetic, and after a while, a raging fire ignited, one place In one place, for a while, the entire Xiangfu was surrounded by fire.

Standing in the raging fire, Fusu was dressed in red, with treacherous bloodstains on his eyebrows, like a ghost from hell, seductive and killing.

Fusu turned around and stepped towards the door.

As he stepped out, the fire spread to the entire Xiang mansion, and the gate also burned.

Fusu stood on the stone steps, looked up at the sky, and then walked slowly into the darkness.

Those who forsake me are not allowed to stay yesterday;

Those who disturb my heart are so troubled today.

So far, there is no way to help Su in the world...