If you want to have human affection, you need to experience everything that people have experienced, see what people see, what people feel, and even hurt people.

These are indispensable.

As far as Fu Chaosheng was concerned, he had seen a lot of everything in the mundane world and even in the cultivation world, but he had never really experienced it. And he was born after hearing the Tao, and his consciousness was full of ruthless love and desire, just like the southerners who don't know that there is a northern orange, so they can't know it even if they see it, let alone know it.

However, it is born of the will of the Ephemera clan, born by the spirit of heaven and earth, and is a demon, and has a natural and transcendent talent for everything in this world.

Comprehension is just an opportunity.

And the half of the innocent heart that was swallowed by mistake that day was this opportunity, which can bring out a few mortals in the natural indifference.

It's just that......

For the ruthless and desireless demon in life, this is not necessarily a good thing.

The night passed.

According to yesterday's notice to all the ghost cultivators, early this morning, the three elders of the ghost clan and the chief judge "Li Han" had gathered everyone in front of the Yanzhong Building, ready to set off and rush to Huangquan.

When he saw sorrow, he stood calmly in it.

The loose black robe wrapped around the slender body, the curves of the waist are extraordinarily soft, the picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and the gorgeous lip color make her look like a still and seductive painting even if she just stands silently on the side.

The selected ghost cultivators are more men than women.

Therefore, when I see sorrow, I look outward.

Fu Chaosheng, who was standing on a high place, saw her at a glance.

What happened in the council chamber yesterday didn't seem to have any effect on her, as if it hadn't happened.

This made him even more confused.

He thought that he had eaten half of the heart of the king and had eaten it badly.

But after listening to his words, Kun told him that it was not considered to be bad, but after all, even if it was too late to dig it out now, it was better to let it be.

Then he muttered again, I don't understand.

Fu Chaosheng wondered if Kun couldn't understand what he said, did he not understand the strange situation he was facing now, or was it ......

Can't understand his old friend?

But he didn't ask any further, because it seemed that a voice told him: don't ask, don't think, some things don't happen.

"Let's go. ”

The three elders next to him had already counted the number of people, confirmed the identities of everyone, and came to report to him.

Fu Chaosheng came back to his senses and nodded.

As a result, more than 100 elite ghost cultivators in front of the Yanzhong Building all cleaned up their spirits, followed a few elders, and went out of the city with "Li Han".

The capital city is an important city in the Arctic Region.

In addition to being deep in the inner perimeter of the polar region and adjacent to the Bafang City, more importantly, it is built on the bank of the Huangquan River, which is the largest city in the Huangquan Basin.

The Yellow Spring is in the polar region, and the Jiutou River is in the Nineteen Continents.

It originates near the Ghost Gate Pass and flows from one side of the Polar Domain to the other, running diagonally through the entire Polar Domain.

The water of the yellow spring is so turbid that even a feather sinks.

The only thing that can float in the water is a soul boat made of a large piece of wind swallowing stone. Although there are many gaps in the material, it can be ventilated and watered, and the power of feng shui can be used to move forward.

When they arrived at the bank of the Huangquan River outside the city, a huge soul boat had been waiting at the ferry for a long time.

Black hull, floating on the dark red waters.

The broad white sails stand out against the overcast sky of the Arctic region.

Fu Chaosheng got on the boat first, followed by three elders, and then one hundred and three elite ghost cultivators were recruited.

The man stood from bow to stern.

There was no need for anyone to steer the boat, a fishy wind blew on the river, the sails swelled, and the hull of the ship broke through the rippling water and headed downstream.

Both banks are mostly flat river beaches.

The majestic shadow of the capital city gradually faded away behind him.

There was oppressive silence on board.

Not many people know when and where this big ship will stop. Will it be the end of Yellow Springs?

Standing on the boat, looking at the gloomy or beautiful scenery on both sides of the river, my sad eyes became a little deeper.

When she clearly shouldn't be distracted, she remembered a lot.

reminded me of the isolated island in the world, and the ordinary bits and pieces when Xie Buchen lived in the river;

I thought of the vastness and magnificence seen in the vast West Sea and the thirteen islands of Xianlu;

I thought of Cui Weiya Mountain, and the rushing water of the Jiutou River passed through the silent Qianxiu Tomb......

The deceased is like a husband, reluctant to give up day and night!

The past will always pass, and time will never look back.

It's just that the wounds of the past, if they can't be healed by the time that has passed, will be permanently engraved in people's hearts, and every minute of time passes, it will be like a carving knife, and it will carve a deeper point on this scar.

The days are long, and the bones are finally penetrated.

The longer the boat travels, the darker it gets.

It was like heading into the long night.

In the darkness, there were some faint fluorescent flashes, and the yellow spring water also turned blood red. On the flat river beach, scattered white bones began to appear, and then as the boat went deeper, more and more, more and more......

They seem to have been around for a long time, washed by the water of the Yellow Springs over the years, and piled up on the river banks downstream.

Some are far away, and some are stuck in the sludge......

Wilderness wasteland, silt and blood rivers, white bones!

What kind of pathos is that?

Chen Gu battlefield, no return home!

The fingers hanging down at his side clenched together the moment they saw the pieces of white bones on the riverbank. Seeing that her lips trembled slightly, she tightened, wanting to close her eyes and dispel the desolation and pain that suddenly surged in her heart, but the picture in front of her was like a sharp sword, poking into her eyes!

How to close?

How can you turn a blind eye?!

The darkness was as thick as substance, wrapping everyone on the ship, and also wrapping the sorrow, so that the tears that could not be suppressed suddenly in the eyes were hidden in places where the light could not reach.

No one saw it but himself.

Including, the darkness that suddenly reached the depths of the heart......

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Most of the second layer of the defense line of the Polar Region has been destroyed under the fighting in the past few days, and except for half of the high city wall, there is not a single complete brick and tile.

Yellow clouds are thousands of miles, and the sky is hazy.

The shadows of the monks of the Nineteen Continents gathered together were cast on the ground, in the heavens and on the ground, in a tragic chaos!

They're about to win.

As long as you capture this important city gate in front of you, you can take the city, break the second layer of defense in the Polar Domain, and go further.

But Fang Xiaoxie finally couldn't hold it anymore.

He was not injured.

At a young age, he already has the cultivation of the Yuan Infant Realm, and he adheres to the consistent tradition of Yashan, draws his sword without regrets, and is stubborn and warlike.

Charging on this battlefield, he is like a knife.

Tricky and tough, alert and brave, with the boiling blood of a teenager, he seems to be tireless in battle, and he doesn't know what to retreat......

However, at this moment, the moment he saw those figures appear on the city wall again, Fang Xiaoxiao finally took a step back.

Stagger......

He couldn't hold back any longer, and cried out with the blood-stained sword, his eyes reddening.

Beside him were the other monks of Yashan.

No one reprimanded the warlike boy for his cowardice at this moment, for they all felt the pain, if not more so than that!

In this world, what torture can be compared to letting them kill the souls of their former comrades?

The figures standing on the city wall were all familiar with each other.

"They" look like living people, like monks, and even like fellow disciples standing beside them!

Even with a flat smile......

Many people followed with red eyes, and the swords in their hands were so heavy that they couldn't lift them.

Who knows their suffering?

In the battle against Maocheng in the past few days, they have faced the same situation several times!

Yashan thing, Yashan thing.

The old soul of Yashan has its own Yashan Gate to kill it.

However, even if it is hard and cold, how can it avoid a thousand holes after raising its sword again and again?

They are flesh and blood, and they are all mortals.

Even Fang Xiaoxie, who was extremely late to the beginning, collapsed when he saw these soul puppets on the city wall again, how good could they be?

On the battlefield, it was a scorching gale.

Soul power is sprinkled with blood.

In the brutal battle, few people had the leisure to notice the pain and struggle in front of the city gate, and the majestic spiritual power gathered in the sky above the city, and the final attack was about to be launched......

Fang Xiaoye didn't want to cry.

He lifted his sleeve and wiped the tears from his face vigorously, trying to re-grip his sword and fight with it as before.

But how can you hold back?

It's just a kid after all.

Qu Zhengfeng stood behind and watched, and finally stretched out his palm, and the palm that had a thin callus from years of sword practice gently rested on Fang Xiaoxie's shoulder.

Then, with a slight force, he lifted the person back.

Fang Xiaoxie's eyes were red and he turned his head to look at him.

But he didn't look at Fang Xiaoxie, just looked ahead, walked past him, and said lightly: "You are like this, but you can't be the senior brother of Yashan......

The black and gold-woven robes are extremely heavy and depressing.

Qu Zhengfeng came out of the crowd, leaving only a calm back for everyone, and his broad shoulders seemed to be as reliable as in the past.

For those behind you......

Block the wind, block the rain, block all the pain that shouldn't have been.

In a trance, it seems that he is the elder brother of Yashan again......

But only Qu Zhengfeng himself knows-

He's just a coward.

didn't choose to re-infiltrate the polar region with Jianchou, but chose to fight head-on with everyone, but because of the word "don't dare".

At this time, it was he who stood in front of Fang Xiaoxie and faced it instead of him.

But what is this pain?

At this time and place, it is not he who really faces the bloodiest and cruelest people......

The "little junior sister" who he was quite dissatisfied with finally shouldered the responsibility that should not belong to her, and like a real "senior sister", she stood in front of everyone in the entire Yashan Mountain and blocked the wind and rain for them......

Kill.

One word.

War.

One word.

But whether it is "killing" or "fighting", it sounds short, but it seems to be endless, and even the canopy is dyed dark red.

Yellow spring water is like the water of the nine-headed river, flowing endlessly in the wasteland of the Polar Region, flowing into the depths of darkness.

The boat finally stopped.

All the ghost cultivators walked down and stood on the plank road on the shore, only the sorrow was still standing at the stern of the boat.

Fu Chaosheng walked over to her, wanting to remind her that it was time to get off the boat, but looking at her expression at the moment, he didn't know how to speak.

I saw the sorrow, but I realized it.

She slowly withdrew her gaze from the deep darkness, looked at him, and said, "Got it." ”

Then she stepped out of the boat.

Fu Chaosheng then remembered Kun's sentence "I don't understand", he followed her, walked beside her, knowing that it was inappropriate, but he still asked.

"Is it because you eat that heart that you will have love?"

“……”

Seeing that his steps stopped, he slowly turned his eyes to look at him.

Xu saw what she saw on the boat this way, which made her eyebrows a little more depressed, and added a little absent-minded trance, so even her voice was a little fluctuating.

But the answer is no.

"It's not love. ”

Fu Chaosheng looked at her.

She lowered her eyes indifferently and took another step: "It's desire." ”

It's not love, it's desire.

It's just that sometimes, the two are often inseparable.

No one knows what will be born after having "desire".

The smell of bloody wind blew Fu Chaosheng's dark blue robe.

In the bend, there is no longer half a dry bone.

On the bank of the river, there is a righteous village made of white bones, and a terrifying black miasma envelops it, and it also covers the mouthfuls of dark red blood coffins in the village, which are eerie and cold, and there are countless of them!