【Shuangxuan】Break the cauldron

The long-clothed man went out of the city together with the sprite torrent.Shi Qingxuan was still in shock, and his palms were full of sweat.

Most of the alcohol reeked out of his body was sweating, and the clearer his mind became, the more frightened he became.I have never heard of anything that can escape the eye of the red mirror, no matter how fierce it is.If the face he saw was the true face of that person, and this person had a grudge with He Xuancun, the answer was ready to come out.

But when that familiar name sounded in his heart, it carried a sudden strangeness.

The faces of the Mingyi he knew had never shown the expressions of that person just now. If he had to say it, it was the withered bones in the center of the main hall of the Nether Water Mansion, which was closer to the coldness of Mingyi in his memory.Thinking of this, Shi Qingxuan's mind flashed through the stubbornness and coldness of someone leaning against the bed of the inn without saying a word, forcibly resisting the invasion of emptiness in his body. It was clearly two different faces from the best friend in his memory , but it is so familiar that it can evoke countless familiar moments.

He remembered that He Xuangang had escaped from the restlessness of all ghosts, his magic power was not as good as usual, he didn't know anything about what was coming, he just felt anxious, and he didn't care that he hadn't figured out a way to let him and Shi Wudu not end up with both sides. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out the windshield fan at his waist, thinking of the wind in his heart, and chased Yufeng towards the temple outside the city.

Even when Shi Qingxuan was a wind master, he had never done such a crazy wind speed.His physical body can't bear much mana now, and the mana Shi Wudu gave him was only enough to defend himself in the ghost market. When he drove the night wind like an arrow from a string to the Temple of the Earth Master, the mana had already been used up. Not much left.

But the sky failed, and he still failed to arrive before the ghost army.

In front of the temple, He Xuan was already standing in the center of the turbid current vortex, his face was smeared with a few thick black bloodstains by the dark wind, and he managed to support himself with a mana circle outside him that was constantly being squeezed inward by the ghost army.

Around Zhongyuan, ghosts seek revenge and carnival fights, which were commonplace.Fight if you can, hide if you can't, but usually people who have reached the point of death don't pay attention to such small disturbances.But this year's situation is special. Firstly, the copper furnace has never been opened in Ghost Moon, and secondly, no one has secretly sent a message to form an army. middle.

The mana in Shi Qingxuan's body was at the end of his strength, and although he raised his fan to fly a few wind blades, he was quickly submerged in the turbulent flow.He also used all the magical artifacts that Pei Ming gave him, but without the magical artifacts blessed by mana, it was just a drop in the bucket.

The hem of He Xuan's black robe was thrown in the air by the turbulent current. When he saw Shi Qingxuan not far away, his face became more gloomy, and he scolded sharply: "Get out!"

Shi Qingxuan simply smashed the invalid magic weapon in his hand at the ghosts, and said: "You just think I owe you, can't you!"

He Xuan didn't accept his tricks, saying: "Are you qualified to pay back? I will never accept your love!"

Shi Qingxuan was already anxious to death, so he simply took out the vigor that the two of them used to get along with in the past, and said: "You are clearly enough alone, why don't you want help?!"

But the person in the circle was also an unruly person who would rather fold than give in. He was shocked by Shi Qingxuan, and saw a few faces of the wicked people he had killed in the turbulent flow roaring past, sneered, and said: "Since I hate others with all my heart, I don't have to be afraid of others to hate me with all my heart!"

His messy black hair scattered in the air, a pair of red eyes on his pale face, and a ghostly aura filled his feet.Tens of thousands of ghosts were slamming into the barrier on the circle with the momentum of flood discharge, but the man raised his boots and took a step forward with difficulty and no doubt, as if it was extremely heavy.

Every time he took a step, the circle expanded, and the expanded mana twisted all the ghosts on the edge that were colliding with the barrier into mud, and the thick black ghost blood sprayed on the barrier wall, attracting more bloodthirsty ghosts. The evil spirit rushed towards the barrier.What he drew didn't look like a defensive formation at all, it was simply a strange killing formation, crying ghosts and howling wolves for a while, filled with blood.The man in the center of the killing array was like an evil god. Although the corners of his mouth were drenched with black blood due to overdrawn mana, he kept his head upright and stared straight at the turbulent currents outside the boundary, as if gazing at the thunderclouds through them. Behind the surge is the heaven with evil intentions.

Shi Qingxuan sat on his knees not far away, smelling the strong smell of blood in the air, and realized that he had clearly seen this scene before.

In Bogu Town, He Xuan once led him to watch the bloodshed.The man in black who played the leading role in the dance of demons frowned, with a pained expression on his face. He smashed a man's head with a sharp weapon, and then picked up a spear and pierced another man's stomach. Moving forward, I never bowed my head until I died of exhaustion, how similar to the current scene!Shi Wudu changed his fate, but he never failed to subdue his soul.

Among the demons and ghosts besieging He Xuan, there are the people he killed before his death, and the families of the evil ghosts that he swallowed after his death. In short, the enmity and hatred will not be destroyed by each other, it will never end, it will only pass with the passage of time It accumulates into mountains.Tracing back to the source of this hatred and hatred, it is a matter of changing lives.Shi Qingxuan saw with his own eyes that He Xuan suffered such suffering because of him, and felt like a knife was twisting his heart.

Originally, He Xuan and the torrent of resentful souls were inseparable, but He Xuan's almost desperate fighting style gradually gained the upper hand.Just at this time, drastic changes occurred, and a foreign mana of at least "fierce" level took advantage of the emptiness, like a thunderbolt striking on the barrier of the circular formation-the fragile balance between the two parties was instantly broken, and the barrier was destroyed by the sudden attack. The mana created a huge gap, and the soul rushed in, and the thin sword-like figure in the circle was instantly engulfed by the rushing resentment.

Shi Qingxuan opened his eyes wide, and ran towards the man, waving the red mirror in his hand to drive away the endless stream of souls in the air, and shouted hoarsely: "Get out! Get out-!"

But the resentful soul is obviously not afraid of a mortal who has no magic power, and still rushes towards He Xuan one after another. Although the ashes of the ashes of the ghost king of the desperate situation are still alive, the spirit is immortal, but the sweetness of the enemy's flesh and blood and the pain of being eaten by thousands of ghosts, are enough to satisfy them.It wasn't until He Xuan's body was completely scorched under the encroachment that the torrent of resentful souls gradually dissipated, and some of them were still hovering above the residual clouds in the sky, lingering reluctantly.

He Xuan knelt on the ground with a scorched black body, his eyes no longer had the usual expression.

Shi Qingxuan knelt down in front of him with a plop.

He didn't dare to look up at the person's description at the moment, he only dared to look at his knees, tears could hardly flow from his dry eye sockets.His lips were trembling unceasingly, and he said intermittently: "He... Mr. He... you have suffered so many deaths, my brothers and sisters... are to blame for all the deaths. First, you shouldn't cause your relatives to die tragically. Your fate, the third..."

A flash of lightning flashed across the sky, Shi Qingxuan seemed to feel something, turned his head suddenly, and saw a faceless god statue whose face had been gouged out by external force, and a person was standing beside the statue seat in the main hall of the Shimiao .

The man was holding a shovel, and he looked somewhat similar to He Xuan, but it could be seen that they were two completely different people.He no longer dressed in a long gown, but turned into a black robe, opened one wide sleeve embroidered with silver honeysuckle patterns to He Xuan, and said: "I haven't even seen myself as a priest, look, I Does it look like it?"

No one answered.

Xie Lian once guessed that the real earth master should have been stolen and replaced by someone when he was promoted, and he never made it to the Heavenly Court.Now speaking from my own mouth, it seems to be extremely relaxed, but the ease is creepy.

Shi Qingxuan was not sure what his plan was, seeing him approaching step by step, he staggered in front of He Xuan.

When Mingyi saw him, Shi Shiran stopped, with the gentle look on his face in the ghost market: "I heard that among the five masters, the wind master and the earth master are best friends. Since they are best friends, why are they treating me like this? "

Shi Qingxuan couldn't understand the logic of this person's words at all. Since he heard it, it meant that it was not something he had personally experienced. Why did he ask this question?But Shi Qingxuan didn't dare to delve into it with him at this time, so he could barely restrain his fear, and tentatively said: "Ming... Master Earth Master, since he has transformed into a ghost, he will be able to return to the heaven as an official with his merits and virtues. Opportunity, at this time, we must not do things against the way of heaven and damage our merits..."

"The way of heaven?" Mingyi seemed to have heard something strange, "I have built bridges and roads all my life, built mountains and houses, and accumulated blessings. The bridge is paved with no corpses."

Shi Qingxuan was speechless.

It's not that Ming Yi knows nothing about He Xuan, but he only knows one thing and not the other.He knew the deeds of Heishuixuan ghost Hanlu who slaughtered thousands of people to transform ghosts the night before, but he didn't know that He Xuan was originally a rising fate, but was forced into such a situation by Shi Wudu who changed his life.The orchids have a leading edge.

Mingyi's cold hand suddenly grasped Shi Qingxuan's wrist: "Have you seen my fire dragon screaming?"

Shi Qingxuan didn't know why he asked this question, so he could only answer truthfully.The Earth Master's fire dragon roared to the sky, burning two sticks of incense before it went out, and almost everyone in the heavenly court was able to see it with their own eyes.

Mingyi showed a somewhat gratified expression, and said, "That's right, that's enough, that's something he can't learn..."

The method of the fire dragon roaring to the sky is a desperate way for the gods and Buddhas in the sky to survive, exploding most of their mana in order to survive, so it has always been a flash in the pan.No one has ever seen a fire dragon roaring to the sky burning two sticks of incense. It is no longer trying to survive, but to kill.Later, the Earth Master was rescued by Xie Lian and others, and everyone didn't think about it, they just looked at the Earth Master's strength differently.

Shi Qingxuan suddenly seemed to have realized something, and murmured: "Could it be because of the fire dragon screaming that the adults fell and died..."

"Death?" Mingyi held Shi Qingxuan's hand tightly, "Do you know what is more terrifying than death?"

The man clearly looked gentle, but Shi Qingxuan's neck was covered in cold sweat, and he subconsciously shook his head slightly.

Mingyi looked at him directly, but her tone seemed to be talking about others: "You are alive, but you are already dead. You are trapped in a dark place every day, allowing despicable people to steal your god, You go over and see him becoming more and more like you day by day, until one day this man’s temples are all over the earth, and there is only one Mingyi in the world. Where are you? Go up to the poor and fall to the underworld, without you.”

Shi Qingxuan was stunned, it turned out that it was because of this that there were two whole sticks of incense, the fire dragon screaming in the sky.

As Mingyi got closer, he suddenly saw a section of yellow paper protruding from He Xuan's scorched skirt.He quickly reached out and took it off. It turned out to be a yellow talisman tied to a prayer paper lantern. Because it contained Li Shu's prayer, ghost spirits would not be eroded, and open flames would not be invaded.There are two lines of small letters on the paper: "May the flood in my hometown be cured, and may my son live a hundred years without worry."

He clenched the yellow talisman into a ball tightly in his palm, and said, "Recently, I did hear that someone discussed with the owner of the ghost city about flooding in the river. Is that person you?" The scorched corpse kneeling on the ground asked sharply: "Why do you take this yellow talisman? Why do you care about this prayer! Do you really think you are the god of the earth?!"

Still no one answered him, and Shi Qingxuan even doubted whether He Xuan, who had been severely injured by thousands of ghosts, could hear his questioning. This one-man show was really weird.But it seemed that he didn't need anyone to answer, and he gradually calmed down, and the strength of holding Shi Qingxuan's wrist gradually eased, saying: "It doesn't matter... it will be mine right away, it was originally mine."

He held up a palm flame, burned the yellow talisman in his hand, put his hand on He Xuan's right shoulder and applied light force, and He Xuan's right shoulder was completely cracked.Shi Qingxuan felt a bit of disobedience, but before he had time to think about it, he reached out and knocked off Mingyi's broken right hand on He Xuan's shoulder.

Mingyi showed a puzzled expression: "Feng Shi Qingxuan, I am the one who should be with you. The evil spirit in front of you will no longer exist immediately. His god, his worship, and his best friend will immediately All things are returned to their original owners. You called me in the Lantern City, you recognize me, right? You look at me and tell me who I am." The familiar brows of the people in front of me are full of sorrow, and the cuffs are embroidered with silver thread. Looking at Lonicera, the earnest eyebrows seemed to be able to speak, and softly persuaded: "It's Mingyi, it's Brother Ming."

The alarm bell in Shi Qingxuan's heart rang, no, no!

The person in front of him is not even the priest who is eager to be promoted after his meritorious deeds are complete. Perhaps he has been obsessed with obsession when he let out a fire dragon howling.He obviously has never met Shi Qingxuansu, but he insisted on treating him like a friend. Even though the statue of the master in the temple was exactly like him, he insisted on gouging out the face of the god.He can no longer find himself in the world, and everything related to him points to He Xuan, so he will destroy He Xuan first, and then take over everything about him!

At this moment, He Xuan, who was kneeling on the ground, made a sound, the voice was as hoarse as two pieces of rough sandpaper rubbing against each other.

"Speak out loud...what do you call yourself...you can't even tell which ones are yours."

The lips and tongue of the scorched corpse on the ground didn't move, the sound came from He Xuan's pure soul floating behind the scorched surface.

Shi Qingxuan's face was pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't help persuading: "Stop talking..." He finally understood the mood of Shi Wudu in Nether Water Mansion telling him to shut up, but if he had a choice, he would rather not understand it forever .

Mingyi laughed back in anger, the anger between her brows became more and more serious, and she slapped He Xuan's face with her backhand.Before the palm wind arrived, his hand was imprisoned by something unknown, and he could no longer move forward an inch. When he looked closely, it turned out to be an extremely thin and strong clear water rope whip.

Both he and Shi Qingxuan turned their heads to look, and saw two figures at the entrance of the ruined temple, one was a thin white-robed Taoist priest, and the other was a sloppy black-robed military general—it was Shi Wudu and Pei Ming.Although there is no psychic communication in the ghost market, the little ghosts following Shi Qingxuan have their own communication skills.

With a flash of inspiration, Pei Ming transformed into the body of the Martial God, picked up a long branch in the courtyard to make a sword, and dispersed the resentful spirits remaining in the courtyard.Shi Wudu didn't know what was going on in the palace for a moment, he just assumed that the person in the black robe of the master was He Xuan, and immediately bound him to prevent Shi Qingxuan from being harmed.

Mingyi didn't want to fight with these two people, and with the other hand, he quickly pinched the formula, and a sharp earth cliff was pulled up between them, blocking Shi Wudu's water whip.As soon as he was free, he swept away the charred corpse on the ground, and flew back dozens of feet.

From the Styx river to the ghost market, he has missed several opportunities, and today he is bound to win!He ran into He Xuan and Shi Qingxuan by the Styx River when he went to the Underworld to fetch the Three Ways of Karma, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was ecstatic. He was not only happy to find He Xuan's trace, but also found He Xuan's gate of life!Therefore, he has no fear that his bones will be buried in Xianjing, and he is confident that he will win this battle.

From He Xuan's front he took out a mass of things whose original appearance could not be clearly seen, as if wrapped in a layer of burnt fabric.

Shi Qingxuan woke up like a dream, and he figured out just now when Mingyi burned away the yellow talisman, what exactly did he feel violated.Pray that the yellow talisman will not be invaded by open flames. The flame he held out can burn the yellow talisman that cannot be corroded by all ghosts into ashes, which means that the fire must be...

Mingyi held up another handful of fire, and the faint green flame reflected his face even more bleakly in the darkness.

Shi Qingxuan's eyes were wide open, his bones felt cold, and he shouted reflexively: "No! That's not..."

That was the scariest palm flame he had ever seen in his life.