The bearded man woke up.

After two or three hours of sleep, he opened his eyes.

The body is still very tired.

But he didn't want to sleep anymore.

As soon as you close your eyes, you can see Lao Wang, who is like a drooping old man, stabbing his fork into his neck, blood flying, and the nightmare in his mind has been echoing repeatedly.

Lao Wang just died, and he was able to see himself blasting Amei's head from a third-party perspective.

Blood and brains were spilled everywhere.

The slender body fell to the ground, twitching at its feet.

The blood light seemed to hover again, with his consciousness, back to that night, he and Amei were under the starlight in the wild, the two of them were as passionate as fire, their beautiful skin was like jade, and the moonlight was soothed by a light veil.

But in the next moment, the enthusiastic and jerky Ah Mei turned into a fierce and sinister ghost in a blink of an eye.

Howling and lunging at him.

"Give me my life! Give me my life! ”

The devil.

It's Lao Wang.

The old king was howling, his hands on his neck, screaming and shaking wildly.

"You could have saved me!"

The demon was roaring.

The voice echoed in the bearded man's mind.

Such nightmares recurred that he could no longer sleep peacefully.

Yang Fu sat up with difficulty.

The clothes on his body had been changed into a clean robe, but the wounds on his body were medicated, and there was a tingling numbness that made the corners of his mouth twitch.

He was hungry, but he didn't have the slightest appetite, and went to get something to eat.

Outside the tent, there was a fire, and it was the surviving warriors, who also had no intention of sleeping, so they could only gather together and talk to each other, or simply pick up the liquor and get themselves drunk.

The bearded man didn't want to drink.

He didn't want to talk to anyone else, he moved his body to let the true qi flow through his tired body, and after a dozen breaths, he stood up, put on his robe, and walked out of the tent that smelled of herbs without alarming anyone.

He hid in the darkness and walked forward.

This camp was built next to the rift valley, and in this place, you can see a mile or two away, in the Dongying City, which is like a lonely peak, there is also a fire burning.

The fire is big.

It's like a torch between heaven and earth, but it can't dispel the night.

Yang Fu walked to the edge of the rift valley alone, he looked at the dark valley more than ten zhang deep below, from the words of those people in the camp, he knew that this rift valley was caused by the fight between Daoist Ziwei and the immortal who had fallen into the devil.

Definitely.

This kind of change is probably only possible for immortals and masters like that, right?

The bearded man stared blankly in front of him.

It's like a broken soul, barely maintaining its original form.

His heart was full of pain.

He had lost so much in this battle.

For a moment, a thought of death rose in Yang Fu's heart.

Lao Wang died, Amei also died, and so many brothers he brought out died because of his insistence on killing demons.

They could have escaped.

It was because of themselves that they died tragically here, burying their bones in a foreign land.

What is your face to go to them?

It's better to die!

Thinking of this, Yang Fu gritted his teeth and took a step forward, his figure flickering and falling downward.

The wind whistling in my ears.

When he was about to land, Yang Fu's mind suddenly appeared that his family in Jinan, his beloved wife, and his own children, they were still at home, waiting for Yang Daxia to go back.

I can't die yet...

"Smack"

A surge of true qi swelled, and the familiar Clothes Burst Gong pushed the internal force, making a crisp sound in the air.

He kicked on the rock at his side, allowing his falling body to glide forward for several feet, and then in the tumbling of his body, he adjusted his position, landed on the ground, and stumbled when he landed.

Smack.

Yang Daxia fell and ate, and his whole face was imprinted in the dirt.

But I survived.

For a master like him, a height of more than ten zhang is not fatal.

There is no one else here, so naturally there is no fear of embarrassment.

It's just that the embarrassment can't be avoided.

He was covered in mud.

He just lay on the ground, turned over, and looked at the night sky above his head, probably because the aura had just dissipated, and the sea of stars tonight was unusually clear.

Yang Fu is hiding here.

He didn't want to go anywhere else, as if he could hide here, hide from the crowd, and he could find a little peace of mind.

But in reality, no.

Nightmare memories follow you like a shadow.

He was in the Jade Emperor Palace, and he heard from the Taoist elders about Penglai's conspiracy.

The end of this aura plague is just the beginning.

Yesterday, the Ten Thousand Souls Array escaped for more than 500 miles, encompassing most of Qilu, black clouds covered the sky, disrupting day and night, for ordinary people, such a vision, but brought a little panic.

But while it's business as usual, something terrible is brewing.

Yang Fu remembers it very clearly.

Those Dao Masters said that wherever the evil array was encompassing, young people under the age of twenty, as well as newborn children, would be attracted by the innate Qi in their bodies.

Fortunately, yesterday's evil array seized a short time, and it was not enough to completely annihilate the spirit of the young girl.

But the sequelae of losing the innate Qi.

It's also very scary.

Teenagers who should have achieved something in various industries will become dazed because of this day's grabbing.

Good talent becomes rotten wood, and beautiful jade becomes stubborn stone.

Before life began, it was cut off in advance.

They may not even know what they have lost.

This kind of evil effect will take time before it will slowly appear.

"Mo'er, Bao'er, it's Daddy who is useless and can't protect you."

Yang Fu looked at the starry sky, his eyes full of pain.

His home is in Jinan Mansion.

Jinan Mansion is only more than 200 miles away from here, and a pair of children in their own family have also been poisoned by the Penglai evil array.

Thinking about this, the beard is almost heartbroken.

and his own wife.

is obedient to himself, and his husband and wife are harmonious, but he hides from his wife, hooks up with a woman outside, and can't bear the desires in his heart and does ugly things.

Although Ame is dead.

But those things, Yang Fu can't get over this level in his heart.

"I'm sorry for you, I'm a disgusting and nasty man, calling myself a hero."

Under the mirror-clear starry sky, the bearded man muttered to himself.

In addition to this, he thought of more.

These more than ten hours of darkness are a catastrophe that is imminent for Qilu warriors.

The Ten Thousand Souls Array lasted for more than a day, and such a long time was enough to make the martial artists under the earth list lose their true qi and disperse, and the essence was scattered, as for those martial artists who had learned the exercises of unknown origin, it was even worse.

Just like Lao Wang, their true qi essence was drained the moment the Ten Thousand Souls Array was activated.

It's clearly agreed.

Yang Fu's ten fingers were buckled into the soil, and he obviously said to Lao Wang, after this battle, he took Lao Wang to Taishan Jade Palace, transferred to cultivate the internal strength of the Daomen, and also learned the art of martial arts.

The oath is still there, but the brother has died a tragic death.

The Ten Thousand Spirits Evil Array, if the power of the Brilliant Heaven descended, even if he had the heart to resist, he had no choice but to watch in the screams and wails, and the martial arts of his penance were wasted, and he turned into a wasted person.

Qilu Wulin...

This is a great calamity.

"I'm giving them a way to go! If you don't do it, Brother Yang, when disaster comes, I'm afraid that when you see the cruelty of that world, you will have demons and cut off your martial arts. ”

In Luoyang that day, when he said goodbye to Shen Qiujue, what he said once again echoed in Yang Fu's heart.

On that day, Shen Qiu invited Yang Fu to do great things with him.

Yang Fu flatly refused.

The bearded man remembered today that there was a hint of irony in these words echoing in his mind.

He had thought that Shen Qiu had fallen into the Demon Dao.

But now it seems.

Shen Qiu is the most sober one.

Even if he flatly rejected him, he still didn't give up saving the warrior.

The Jade Palace preaches and teaches arts, and it is very convenient for martial artists, and now that I think about it, the Taoist master is not crazy, and he will give his own martial arts secrets to others to learn generously.

There are also the evil things in Penglai told by the Taoist elders, and the secret things that have been spread all over the rivers and lakes in recent months.

I hadn't thought much of it before.

Now everything is clear and discerning.

It was made by Shen Qiu.

It was he who saved as many people as he could before evil struck.

It was he Yang Fu, who was also a member of the rescue.

If it weren't for the fact that he had learned divine martial arts in the Jade Emperor Palace before, he would have been in the evil array yesterday, and he would definitely not be able to resist the capture of true qi.

Himself, he could have worked with him to help more people.

It's just that because of the stubborn distinction between good and evil in my heart, the debate between good and evil, I missed that opportunity.

What good and evil.

No matter how ferocious the evil things in the martial arts are, they are nothing more than murder, and what Penglai does is to break the world and be inhumane...

Who is good and who is evil?

"Huh"

At this moment, Yang Fu's mind was turning.

He seemed to have entered a state of "epiphany", and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he had failed as a person.

He staggered to his feet.

Look ahead.

The water of the lake, reflecting the clear light under the moon, staggered and rushed there, and when he came to the lake, he threw away his robe, stripped it naked, and walked into the clear water.

The water was cold.

Yang Fu didn't realize it, he stood in his hands, scrubbing his hands and body frantically.

He felt like he was covered in blood.

It must be washed clean.

But no matter how you wash it, the bloody smell that is thick in your mouth and nose can't be eliminated.

In the moonlight, he lowered his head.

He could see a haggard face, his beard covered with dust, and his eyes bloodshot.

"I heard those who broke their mouths say, 'You killed your woman with your own hands?' Brother Yang, isn't this a change of temperament, and you want to do the thing of killing your sister and preaching? ”

Shen Qiu's voice sounded from behind.

This left-hand demon, at some point, appeared by the lake, lying on a sharpened stone, as if shining in the moonlight, the wind blew, blowing the corners of his robe, floating around.

He rested his head on his arm and played with Kendama in his other hand.

Higher up, Jing Hong was standing there, his wings folded, his eyes fixed on the water, as if wondering if there were any fish in the water.

"I, it's not Ame who killed."

Yang Fu stood in the water, and he said in a dumb voice:

"I'm just, give her the decency she deserves."

"Okay."

Shen Qiu pursed his lips and did not comment.

This Yang Fu has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but he didn't expect that when he was ruthless, he would be ruthless to that extent.

But think about it, this Red Dust Immortal Method is extremely vicious, once the mind is planted, it means that the host's soul is broken, even if the Red Dust Mind is expelled, that person can no longer be saved.

That Ah Mei, when she was planted in her heart by Hongchen Jun, was already dead.

It's just that, looking at Yang Fu's appearance, it seems to be true love.

It's a shame.

"Brother Yang has also experienced calamity now, just like me."

Shen Qiu asked:

"Do you have any feelings?"

The bearded man chose silence.

He wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

Reality is not a picture book story.

No matter how tough a man is, after this bad day and night, he doesn't have much to think about, only full of guilt.

"I'm not here to laugh at you."

Shen Qiu stood up.

He said to Yang Fu:

"I'm not here to ridicule you for rejecting me in the first place, and I don't want to disgust you with this, Brother Yang, I'm just giving you a chance that has been missed.

I know you're in a lot of pain right now and want to do something to make amends.

Do it with me! ”

Shen Qiu said:

"I don't need to emphasize to you the great things that Penglai has planned.

You have seen with your own eyes the calamities on earth caused by their thousand-year-old ambitions.

That's not a bad thing.

These calamities are like fire that sweeps the earth.

Sweeping through the mountains and forests, the weak, decaying trees are swept away.

But no matter how fierce the flames are, they can't burn the entire forest, and there will always be trees with deeper roots that can survive the raging fire.

They will look up proudly.

Standing tall in the fire, each burning will help them lose excess branches.

Wait for the old bark to burn out. A tougher epidermis will be reborn. ”

Shen Qiu jumped off the boulder, dodged to the shore, and said to Yang Fu:

"Agni can push giant trees, but it can't defeat them.

Just like you, Brother Yang, a brave man who will never bow to calamity.

Even if you are in a Jedi, you must fight to the death. ”

He looked above the rift, where the warriors who had returned with Yang Fu were resting and yelling.

"Even those who died in battle are ashes with heat.

It will fall on the earth.

In those heat nurture that seeps into the earth, there are always new saplings that grow. ”

Shen Qiu retracted his gaze, hooked his fingers, and a pitch-black sword broke through the air from the night and was held in his hand.

"I don't think even if the end comes, we can't destroy hope. After all, in the depths of the earth where I am waiting to be treaded, there are already seeds. ”

He said so emotionally.

He took out the blade again, checked it under the moon, and then threw the knife to Yang Fu, who was standing in the water, who raised his hand and grabbed the pitch-black knife tightly.

The bearded man turned his head and looked at Shen Qiu.

Shen Qiu also looked at him.

After a few breaths, he whispered:

"You don't answer because you can't find a reason to convince yourself?"

"Hmm."

Yang Fu looked at the knife in his hand and looked at the reflection in the water.

He said:

"I can't save them, I'm a loser, I... Not worthy of your so-valued value. ”

"Alas, it seems that all the words I just said were in vain.

That's what I racked my brains to come up with, and you really don't give face. I don't think that a warrior who has realized the intent of the sword in the midst of pain and frenzy is a loser. ”

Shen Qiu sighed.

He stretched out a finger, shook it in front of his eyes, and said:

"Brother Yang, don't mind it so much, you and I are friends, and we won't break off friendship because of trivial things in the past.

Since you have a knot in your heart, then Shen, I'll give you another reason! ”

"You don't have to worry about your children.

As long as we can win, as long as we can let the aura return to this world in a normal way, the aura they have been seized by the evil array can still be repaired.

They will still have a good, bright future.

For the sake of your children, for the thousands of innocent teenagers who were killed in this land of Qilu, and for their lives that have not yet begun.

Yang Daxia.

Take your brothers who will never bow their heads, fight with us to the end of the world, pull those immortals in the clouds down from the throne, and write our own legends with their blood.

I already have a lot of friends behind me. ”

Shen Qiu grinned and showed a gentle smile.

In the moonlight, he whispered:

"But there's still a place there, reserved for you."

"Is this reason enough?"