Yin Yang Sea, the island of death.

originally thought that he could live a peaceful life, but it was an endless period of time. The sword's expectations for the future life were broken again, the sword plague resurged, and the wheelchair was torn apart in an instant.

The knife plague turned backwards, condensed into a knife, and stabbed her husband who was pushing a wheelchair behind him.

The sword rushed to the battle, pulled out the helpless sword from the black umbrella and responded in a hurry, and he had to be careful not to really hurt his wife, and with a distraction of effort, Tianya Lone Zi, who was still reciting poetry on the cliff just now, had already bled and turned his back to the cliff and fell into the sea.

"Drink-" Although the knife plague man is crazy, the knife technique is ruthless.

The husband and wife have spent an unknown number of years studying swords together on this desperate island, and they are even more familiar with each other's martial arts. The sword was restrained for a while, and when he saw the sword plague covered with pale hair coming without a palm, he was shocked in his heart and retreated:

"Wen Niang......"

The sword plague was a false move, and the people swept like the wind towards the residence of the two in the depths of the island.

Suffering from the sword, he knew that it was not good, and hurriedly followed. When he returned to his residence, he saw that the door of the house was wide open, and the knife box containing the indissoluble knife of the sword plague weapon had disappeared along with it.

Looking up again, a familiar light and shadow left the island, and the sword turned around and chased after a few steps, but it was too late.

He slowly stopped on the island, and his mind was lost for a moment, completely unaware of where this matter had begun and where it would end.

…… Above the waterfront.

After the eight confessions struggled ashore, the light and shadow of the sword plague immediately rushed out from the sky over the Yin Yang Sea.

Covering his figure with an illusion, Du Fanglin no longer paid attention to the eight confessions, raised his hand, and the figure was divided.

One is plain white Confucian shirt with ink at the corners, white hair is tied with hostas, and the temperament is gentle and elegant, which is the body.

The other has the same face and clothes as the main body, and his white hair is wantonly draped over his shoulders, and his temperament is very different.

The incarnation "Du Fanglin" has the same memory as the ontology, and has basically the same personality traits, so he nods at the ontology, raises his hand and turns into a hat and buckles it on his head, and instantly turns into light and escapes into the void, followed by the knife plague.

The matter of setting the nest can be over today.

Du Fanglin hid his hands on his side, and then looked at the lonely son of the world.

Seeing that Ba Confession couldn't control himself after a round of catharsis, his hands under the plaid cloak were still a little trembling, and his emotions were generally calm. After confirming that there was indeed "no one" around, he did not hesitate to leave the Yin Yang Sea, looking in the direction of the Northern Regions.

The Northern Regions is the place where he once left with a thought, and it is the place where he wants to go back for the first time after regaining his freedom. But can you really go back?

This question was already in his heart when he was halfway through the Eight Confessions...... Unexpectedly, the person who would follow him did not appear; The people who blocked the way did not show up either.

It's as if he is truly free, and the puppet silk wrapped around his fingers is just a gift of a nightmare.

Under the gray-blue checkered cloak, his hands were slowly clenched, and the eight confessions, who were heading north, suddenly fell to the ground and stopped in the middle.

At this time, the sky is bright.

'What is the meaning of life?' What is the purpose of survival? ’

Eight confessions are silent in the sun, asking for the answer in their hearts. The Northern Regions, hometown, everything has long been unrecognizable, and even Butterfly Jun has married and had children, and he no longer manipulates his old business.

Only the lonely son of the end of the world is still wandering at the end of the world.

What kind of meaning of life is he going back to find? Or leave the Northern Regions and go somewhere else...... But what does that mean to him?

The life of the eight confessions has long been distorted, and there is no way back to the right path. On the contrary, it is the experience of the past few days, such as the puppet silk tightly wrapped around the fingers, which not only binds the mind, but also gives people a meaning......

After all, for puppeteers, every puppet has an irreplaceable meaning of life.

The blue hair hung down, half covering his eyes, and the eight confessions were silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around, turned around again, and went back again.

- To put it bluntly.

After a momentary impulse, the half-dark killer finds that he has no way out, so he begins to miss the days when he was manipulated and could feel the meaning of life every day.

"Alive"!

…… It's still the familiar sea, the familiar sand.

Eight confessions fell from the sky, returned to the yin and yang seashore again, and at first glance saw the elegant figure in white clothes who was looking at the scenery with his back to his old position.

He took two silent steps forward, cold sweat was already crawling on his back, and he didn't think about what would have happened if he hadn't chosen to come back...... This is probably a puppet out of order for a while, an instinctive instinct for the puppeteer.

Three steps away from Du Fanglin, Eight Confessions bowed his head and knelt on one knee.

The sea breeze blows in your face, and the only sound in your ears is the sound of the waves.

Du Fanglin didn't speak for a while, and after a while, he turned around and walked back to his "puppet".

Eight Confessions felt an extra hand pressing down on his shoulder, although he had faintly felt it before, but it was not until this moment that he sensed it very clearly, and the invisible puppet silk wrapped around the ten fingers of his hands had never really separated from its owner for a moment.

"Let's go."

Du Fanglin said as usual: "Accompany me to the cold peak waning moon to meet your new 'master'." “

……

Cold peak waning moon.

The lonely marquis is rarely alone, and he is not carving a wooden villain that will never carve a face.

He still had a sleepy gray dove on his head, and the "pigeon" looked like an entity, but it was actually created by the aura gathered by the communication spell, and it basically did not pose a burden on the cervical spine.

"Fate, will it change?"

Standing in front of the waterfall, Lonely Hou looked up at the sky in the distance. The shape of the whirlpool, which symbolizes the luck of the Central Plains, is changing.

'Goo. ’

At this moment, the gray pigeon suddenly woke up, muttered a reminder, and then "snapped" into a cloud of mist and disappeared completely.

The reason for the disappearance is naturally because the communication spell was disbanded. The reason for the dissolution is, of course, that a tacit agreement has been reached in several previous correspondences.

What's more, the person in the agreement has already set foot on the cold peak waning moon, and there is no longer a need to communicate in this way.

……

On the other side, noon had passed.

Du Fanglin's incarnation rushed after the knife plague.

He followed him all the way to an eerie, dark wood.

In the dense woods, there are two people groping their way forward. One of them, a young man in a blue and white robe, was none other than Ling Mo Sky Lingshenxiao, whose face was still a little pale. The other shouldered the mulberry arc bow, and he was also an acquaintance, and he buried the hated things to prepare for the trouble.

The two of them have only recently arrived here.

Bin Chang also led the way, it is said that through this forest is the lair of the killer organization Youyan Zhengfu, but there are many traps in the forest, and it is easy to startle the snake if you break in rashly. The bowers advise to wait and see if there is a chance. As the saying goes, when a tired bird returns home, you can always wait until the killer returns from outside, and then try again.

Ling Shenxiao has no opinion.

He even heard from his friend Bin Changye, who was a subordinate of Youyan Zhengfu's middle-to-upper-class killer "Night Crying Bird", who was chasing and killing him.

According to what Bin Chang also said, if you want to enter Youyan Zhengfu's lair "Dingyou's nest", you must either find a connector to pretend to be a customer, blindfolded and guided through the dense forest; Either they risk breaking in, but it is very likely that they will be besieged by many killers, and then let the principal of it go.

But wait...... Can you really wait for the opportunity?

Ling Shenxiao actually had a vague feeling in his heart, and he was distracted for a while.

At this moment, the figure of the sword plague flashed in from outside the forest. The person who is good at using bows and arrows has a good look, and Bin Chang also immediately got up and pulled up the Daozi beside him: "Go!" ”

Beyond the woods.

Du Fanglin listened to the "bang bang swish" coming from inside, and he didn't keep up.

He listened attentively.

After a while, another group of men with swords came from outside, the leader with a high crown and long beard, and he raised his hand and said: "Come, rush in for the head of Ben, this is the legendary place of sin, where the old lair of the Yuyan Zhengfu is located." Bulldoze this place, our rivers and lakes are famous! ”

"Famous in the rivers and lakes! Famous in the rivers and lakes! ”

"But, boss, is the source of this news reliable......

"It's not reliable, you can see it when you look at it. Disciples, come forward with the head of Ben! ”

"Yes!"

A group of people rushed into the woods.

After a while, there was a "bang" sound from inside again, and the movement was even louder, accompanied by painful excites from time to time, "Ah, the trap ......" "Be careful, there is a trap here......"

Okay, where Shenxiao and Bin Chang were also careful to avoid, this group of people stepped on it one by one.

Standing in a hidden shade outside the woods, Du Fanglin raised his hand to support his forehead, not knowing whether it was reliable or not.

"Lord Inkstone."

A Confucian scholar quietly appeared on the side of the shadow, with a crystal jade pendant hanging from his waist, and it was the person of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Du Fanglin turned into a body and said: "Ensure that one of these people survives to reach the end point and witness Ling Mo Daozi eradicate Youyan Zhengfu." Next, as long as you build momentum in the martial arts, the invitation letter of the public court belongs to the side of the Daomen, and it can be handed to Ling Mo Qiongkong smoothly. ”

"Yes." Confucius bowed and turned into a shadow into the dark woods.

Deep in the woods.

In fact, when Ling Shenxiao stepped into the nest of Dingyu, there was only a remnant everywhere.

The corpse of the killer who stayed behind was actually in a clumsy and curly shape, like a capital question mark, silently questioning where this killing came from.

It is not so much that Youyan Zhengfu is leveled by Ling Shenxiao and Bin Chang, it is better to say that most of the work of this attack is undertaken by the crazy sword plague.

Three arrows came from behind, submerged in the shadows of complex buildings hidden behind the trees, and drove them into the throat of the red-clad masked killer who was still struggling.

"Eradicate all evil." Bin Chang's voice also came from behind: "Anyway, these people are also guilty of living ......"

"Drink." Ling Shenxiao's eyebrows moved, and he was already aware of it, and suddenly pushed Bin Changye to the side with a palm, turned around and pointed to the air, and in an instant, an invisible air flow appeared with the true talisman of condensing qi, "Spirit rune Wanhua!" ”

…… The sound of chains.

Something suddenly struck from the darkness in a split second, screaming and rushing at the two of them.