"Life is so desperate, all wealth and glory, all fame and honor, but the mirrors and the sky. He said to himself, his tone more determined than ever. His movements are just as determined. His expression was cold, his right hand clenched into a fist, and the wrist of his right hand slammed into the heart socket just below the sternum without hesitation.

The blood did not gush out as wildly as expected, except for the cramping pain in the chest cavity that gradually sat up, there was only a intoxicating feeling of suffocation. A salty smell gradually came out of his lungs, which was the smell of blood.

Fang Tianhang struggled to walk a few steps, wanting to get out of the sand plain, or return to some dark and damp place, but in the end he didn't make the trip, he could only stumble and sit on another piece of relatively clean sand, the smell of salty awakening became stronger and stronger, and it became more and more intoxicating.

Fang Tianhang sat down in the sand, and a trace of bright red blood began to ooze from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, dripping on his smooth body, turning into red marks one after another, reminding him of Mingquan, as well as Mingquan's candles and leather whips. Fang Tianhang didn't want to lie down, let alone lie down, but he could clearly feel that the strength in his body was passing rapidly, just like that many years ago, after secretly doing that shameful thing with that little Chu Fan'er. He decided to sit and give himself one last slightly dignified position.

He now has to pull his leg with his hand to make a cross-legged pose, one of his hands is still glued to his chest, making a very ugly male version of Xizi holding his heart, he wants to take it off, but just by moving his wrist, he feels the pain of piercing his heart, this is not a rhetorical device, this is real, the pain of inserting into the heart.

Fang Tianhang had no choice but to sit cross-legged and let himself bow his waist ugly. His stamina was draining so fast that he was unable to make any changes to the posture and shape of his body.

He bowed his waist to the limit in frustration, and his bare head hit directly on one of his knees. He was unable to breathe, and the blood in his nose and mouth was pouring out like a suddenly broken pipe, staining the sand beneath him bright red.

"I regret it a little. Fang Tianhang thought so in the last few seconds of his life, he suddenly thought of his parents who were still in good health, thought of the Fang family's small but relatively solid family background, and thought of his own magical skills, even if he was a fisherman, a guard of the house, a medicine picker who resold mountain treasures, and a businessman who traveled north and south, it would be fine. In the past few years, there have been a shortage of soldiers, deserters, deserters, deserters, and sons, as many as carp crossing the river, no matter how powerful the imperial court is, it can't be managed, isn't he the chief disciple of the Divine Sword Sect? Fang Tianhangju had no problem playing with a group of casual cultivators at his own level.

"yes. Fang Tianhang fantasized with some envy that he couldn't make up his mind, and after hesitating repeatedly, he got up and said: "How good it is to live!" He realized at this moment that what he was losing was the most precious thing.

However, his thoughts only turned for a moment, and they were buried by a determined despair. He had never failed to realize that he could be so determined, and he had never been so sure in his life. Hope, greed, and dreams did not bring him such determination, but instead of disillusionment and nothingness, despair and shame, he did one thing completely and with great determination.

He wanted to live, but he knew that he couldn't live, and from the moment he fell at Wan Jianxin's feet, he couldn't live.

Fang Tianhang only realized at this time that he was not a master, and he couldn't become a person like a master. Fang Tianhang remembered the time after the fourth month, which was the most humiliating moment for his master Xue Wuxian, and it was also the darkest moment for him Fang Tianhang. In order to save his life, Xue Wuxian can kneel down to his enemies, kowtow to his political enemies, and sell his ancestors to all those who can get him out of prison for glory. It was also during that period that all the treasures of the Shenjian Sect, whether it was the "Sword Mang Heart Sutra" or something else, became so-called public assets, which were taken and trampled on. And he Tianhang also became part of the public assets, forced to sneak into all kinds of luxury manors, and those wrinkled faces, loose skin, and fat bodies like caterpillars to do that kind thing, after making those disgusting old women happy, he had to carefully intercede with the master, say good things, and one carelessly, was scolded by those old shrews bloody dogs, what "cheap seeds", "not as good as the meat cucumber in the hands of the old lady", "the little guys in the theater are better than you" Such unbearable words followed, but the other side of Tianhang could only accept all the orders.

Of course, these sufferings are like a drizzle compared to the inhuman humiliation that Master suffered. In order to survive, in order to find a reason for those high-ranking officials, nobles, emperors, relatives and relatives to accept themselves after the fiasco of Wan Jianxin, Xue Wuxian could even eat dung in public.

Fang Tianhang asked himself if he couldn't do the same thing, and he didn't have the courage to bear the same insult. He knows his position in the officialdom, that is not the next head of the Divine Sword Sect, because the current Divine Sword Sect has long been cut off from the inheritance and exists in name only, he is actually alive as the first master of the young generation of the White Dragon List, he is the tool of the imperial court to deal with Wan Jianxin and Du Chuanchang.

Now, he has failed miserably under Wan Jianxin, and the tool has lost its utility, so of course it is time to scrap it.

He was able to defect from the Hou Party to the Eunuch Party, and he was not a Eunuch Party with a unique vision, and saw that he was able to deal with Wan Jianxin, Worship, Du Chuanchang and others, so he reluctantly rescued him, his master, and even the entire Shenjian Sect?

And now that he has failed, he doesn't know what kind of future he can face if he goes back, even if he escapes back secretly. The "sticky pole" of the eunuch party is not as easy to talk as the "blood droplets" of the rear party, and they will arrest you back if they flee to the ends of the earth.

He didn't know what punishment he would face, let alone whether he would lick the eunuchs' ** in order to live as a dog like his master, he only knew that he couldn't stand that kind of humiliation, and he didn't want to endure that kind of humiliation.

"That's not living like a dog, it's living like a bedbug!" Fang Tianhang actually shed a few tears in the blood on his face, this was his last tear, and it was also the summary of his life.

In his heart, he still thinks that he is a swordsman, just a swordsman with an official hat. The glory and faith of the swordsman that he still adheres to is not like his master Xue Wuxian, who completely lost the glory of the swordsman. He is a swordsman, so he can't accept defeat, he can't let himself lose to the person he despises the most in his life, and when he knows that he is no longer capable of surpassing ten thousand sword hearts, he chooses to die.

"The surname is Wan, why can you ride on my head? My surname is Fang, no matter what, I have a little more than you. After turning such thoughts, Fang Tianhang's brain no longer showed signs of activity. He passed motionless for a day and a night, until he was discovered by Wang Shenhai's two sworn brothers, Wang Shanqiu and Wang Shangang, and he was still motionless.

His body, hard.

[At the same time, the camp of the True King Zhao Lingfeng]

Once again, the small camp was packed, and this time it was not an enemy who appeared in the camp, but a best friend.

After Yinchen caused the fire, it took another day to lead the team to join Zhao Lingfeng victoriously.

Needless to say, although the baggage has been lost, whether it is Zhao Guangyi, Ghost Liming or even He Lao, they are all masters of survival in the wild, and they have made sufficient preparations before the change of the secret realm, and when they arrive here, they will hoard resources to the maximum extent according to local conditions, so no matter how simple a reception banquet is, it can be done. After a lively and lively atmosphere, several high-level officials entered the only tent to discuss the next trip.

He Lao and Ghost Liming naturally act as guards, after all, there are enough people who can use their brains at this time, and they are not worse than the two of them, although He Lao is well-informed, but this undersea secret realm is also the first time he has heard of it, so he can't help, Ghost Liming is a person who has no strategy at all, he only thinks of cultivation and secret weapons, and he can do a good job as a bodyguard and thug, but if he acts as a think tank, he doesn't even have one-third of Zhao Guangyi's ability, so he has no face to show ugliness.

In the military tent, Zhao Lingfeng and Zhao Guangyi both had serious faces, completely lacking the pride and indulgence they had just eaten, and anyone could easily see that the hearts of the two of them must be pressed with a lot of things.

"Master, did you say that the northerners mixed in? and brought thirteen ballistas?" When they sat down, Zhao Lingfeng first couldn't wait to ask, "Is it really fake?"

"The northerners have mixed in, they disguised themselves as disciples of the Demon Realm Gate, and later gathered the Poison Dragon Sect to form a strong force, but don't worry, even if they use thirteen ballistas, our side can defeat them without uniting with any other prince's forces. Yinchen saw Zhao Lingfeng's worries at a glance, so he didn't sell it: "Later, I'll teach you how to destroy the northerners' ballista, it's just the poisonous ...... of the Poison Dragon Sect This seems to be a bit more troublesome......" After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Yang Ziyi.

Yang Ziyi had only briefly gotten to know you before, because of her status as the "current head of the Interpretation Language Sect", she was not very well received by the disciples of the Iron Sword Sect and Wan Jianxin, so she didn't express herself too much, and sat silently aside. Although Yang Ziyi didn't know why Wan Jianxin, who once belonged to the Divine Sword Sect, was full of bad feelings towards her, she knew that she was nothing more than a guest here, and even a guest under the fence, whether the host liked it or not, she was not good at making too many mistakes, so she tolerated it silently, anyway, Yinchen didn't hate her.

Now that she was stared at by Silver Dust, she knew that she couldn't be silent any longer, so she carefully considered it and said, "The people of the Poison Dragon Sect are afraid of killing the dragon and poison Lan, and that kind of thing is not too troublesome to boil, but it's just ...... Now we have Yaoding medicinal materials here?"

"Yaoding, our Iron Sword Sect, and the True King Brothers have all prepared, but ...... What kind of medicinal herbs do you need?" Wan Jianxin said coldly, just like when he first saw Lin Xuanchen, his tone towards Yang Ziyi was also very cold, obviously he had not forgotten the great hatred of the ten thousand families. Although Yang Ziyi felt a little impatient with his tone, after all, he was Yinchen's brother in life and death, and he also had a good reputation in the rivers and lakes, so he endured it and said the prescription for killing the dragon poison Lan on the spot.

At this moment, not only Wan Jian's heart was moved, but even Zhao Lingfeng and Zhao Guangyi were stunned.

"This ...... This senior, this prescription for destroying the dragon poison lan, but the treasure of the holy water sect, although the holy water sect has disappeared now, it can't ...... Just spread it out directly, right?" Zhao Lingfeng exclaimed, she didn't have time to consider the authenticity of Yang Ziyi's words, because he didn't think anyone could lie in front of his master.

"The true king laughed, the holy water sent a broom to cherish itself, how rare it is to deceive the people of the world to kill the dragon poison lan, in fact, it is not Er'er, the true king does not need to worry about it. Slaying the Dragon Poison Lan not only restrains the poison of the Poison Dragon Sect, but also restrains most of the scattered yuan poisons in the world and some very rare raw poisons, which is just a common antidote, and the true king of Fang Cai has also listened to the prescription, so he should know that there are actually no precious medicinal materials in it, right?"

"Regarding the matter of medicinal materials, this king asked his subordinates to get together, and it was ready. Zhao Lingfeng spoke first: "This matter does not need to be worried about my father and the seniors, but Senior Yang actually took out the prescription directly, the sincere heart, the world can be learned, this king is here to thank my friends in advance! In the future, this king will find a way to compensate——"

"It's not necessary, the concubine has a good relationship with the prince, so it can be regarded as a family, so there is no need to be so angry. However, we don't know when the Poison Dragon Sect will be, so I also ask the prince to implement it as soon as possible. Yang Ziyi waved her hand. Her gentle and tolerant tone made the atmosphere in the tent relaxed.

"I'm going to get ready for this seat right away. After Zhao Lingfeng finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the tent, grabbed the wind housekeeper who came with him and muttered, and the housekeeper naturally understood, so he hurriedly went. Zhao Lingfeng turned around and returned to the tent, and before he could sit down, he heard Zhao Guangyi's worried voice: "Alumni Yinchen, how do you plan to deal with this northerner army?"

Don't hide it, sir, if it were the troops of the Harlan family, I might just let them be disgraced and return empty-handed, but this army may be the slaves of Jianzhou, and it will involve the resurgence of the Demon Realm Gate, as well as the poisonous dragon sect, then they don't have to go back, all the northerners, leave me in this secret realm. ”

There was a cold killing intent on the magician's body to express his determination, but Zhao Guangyi was not particularly relieved: "Don't say anything else from the northerners, thirteen ballistae are indeed a big trouble, and we have to guard against this, although this seat has brought four ballistas, but the real purpose of this ballista is to hide soldiers and transport baggage, in terms of the strength and range of the ballista itself, there is still a little gap compared to the northerners' ballista." Ballistas are such things, manpower can't be pitted, the wind can't penetrate the cold iron, and the thunder can't blow up their copper shafts and iron bottoms, except for the red-coated cannons, it's hard to have anything in this world to destroy them. ”