Yan Ping finally believed that the erudite Kong Jiusi was right, Gu Xiaowen was the pinnacle of Shushan's hundreds of years of making living corpses, the most perfect killing tool.

The Holy Lord stood up suddenly, and the Holy Lord, who had been soft-spoken all his life, said hoarsely, "Living corpses. This is the living corpse of my dreams. Living corpse Neidan, there really is"

Then the Holy Lord desperately threw himself at Gu Xiaowen, and there was another blood mist, and in the blood mist, Yan Ping could still see the Holy Lord's frenzied and satisfied smile in the previous moment. It was an ethereal smile without a face, and his face was shattered. This blood-stained smiling face is the mark pattern of the history of drug production in Shushan.

All the people on board were caught up in absurdity that they had never experienced before. A generation of holy lords suddenly turned into a bloody stain. Such a big man who changed the rivers and lakes was suddenly killed like this, and he didn't even leave a last word. It seems to leave a sentence:

This is the living corpse of my dreams.

Yan Ping thought that Gu Xiaowen had finally become the ultimate dream of a drug maker in Shushan Jianghu. It's also grotesque.

Gu Xiaowen took Yan Ping's hand. There seemed to be some kind of poison in her, and she was in pain. But the hand she was holding Yan Ping was still very light, as if she was afraid that Yan Ping would hurt. She also has a kind of memory in the dark, and Yan Ping can only explain it like this.

Gu Xiaowen was very painful, she looked up to the sky and roared, the voice was like a person but not like a person, like a ghost and not like a ghost, because Yan Ping didn't know how a ghost howled, like a living corpse. Yes, like a living corpse.

The thousands of living corpses on the shore of the lake also suddenly responded to Gu Xiaowen's long howl at this time, Gu Xiaowen turned his bloody face, his empty eyes were testing the depth of the air, and then located to the shore of the lake, Yan Ping knew that she no longer had vision, but a mysterious feeling that transcended vision, and felt the living corpses on the shore of the lake.

Gu Xiaowen pulled Yan Ping - yes, she was instinctively unwilling to let go of Yan Ping's hand.

The Cold Moon Pavilion Lord said, "Leave her." Be sure to keep her. ”

The Lord of Yanyue Pavilion said: "You must control her, this is the hard work of our Poison Mound Sect for hundreds of years. ”

The Lord of the Cold Moon Pavilion said: "It turns out that the real living corpse is so beautiful, it kills people like this, for hundreds of years, the dreams of all predecessors can come true." ”

"If only I could control her. This sentence was said by a disciple of the Poison Mound Gate on the side of the boat, and the Lord of the Yanyue Pavilion also said so. Everybody thinks so.

The second pavilion master of Leng Yan used all his strength to rush towards Gu Xiaowen, and all the moths would rush towards the fire without hesitation, not because they wanted to die, but because the fire was too beautiful.

Gu Xiaowen pulled Yan Ping, flew over the blood mist splashed by the second pavilion master of Leng Yan, and stepped on the lake to the shore. The Iron Lock Thousand Boat is actually a small boat, in this heaven and earth. Everyone suddenly had such a strange illusion, after seeing Gu Xiaowen's 'martial arts', that is, they had become very small and very small-

On the shore of the lake, Gu Xiaowen pulled Yan Ping, who was soaking wet. Gu Xiaowen's hand was very cold, so cold that Yan Ping's bone marrow, that hand was very hot, and a fire burned into Yan Ping's heart. Countless living corpses slowly poured in. Yan Ping thought that his fate still couldn't escape being devoured by living corpses, which was the fate of almost all Shushan people. The same goes for those who are temporarily stuck in the ship's poison grave door. But Yan Ping soon discovered that those living corpses walked very slowly, and they seemed to be very jealous of Gu Xiaowen. Yan Ping thought of something. Then, Yan Ping knew that his conjecture was good.

Gu Xiaowen is the king of these living corpses.

King of the Living Dead.

Those living corpses were even more terrifying than before, they had bitten each other, causing them to be unrecognizable, diffusing Gu Fenglin's former Inner Dan's Dan Qi among the clan and spreading it in their bodies. Become a terrifying monster that even a Leng Yan Pavilion Lord can't resist their siege. However, they could smell the kingly aura on Gu Wanwen's body, and smell the boundless power of the true living corpse Neidan on Gu Wanwen's body. They are no longer tools for making poison or carriers of poison, but a new race, in their minds, the most beautiful living corpse, Gu Xiaowen, is the new king of heaven and earth.

Gu Xiaowen's appearance began to change. Will she become like these living corpses?

This change made Gu Xiaowen even more painful, not so much that she was looking at the living corpses who were bowing down in front of her with her eyes, but that looking with her eyes was just a habit that remained in her instinct.

Gu Wanwen made a move, a living corpse was disemboweled, and in the decaying five internal organs, Gu Wanwen found what she was looking for, an essence that was slowly forming over the long years, that is, the essence formed by the three qi of heaven, earth and man that was fed with highly poisonous and antidote pills and the remnants of the living corpse in the pain of countless deaths and immortals.

If in a few more years, there may be a few living corpses, by chance, to cultivate the real inner pill that Kong Jiusi said in the body, who knows? Yan Ping didn't know, she just saw Gu Wanwen sucking, one after another, and finally, her blood-stained face returned to its previous complexion, the ice in her left hand and the fire in her right hand were integrated again, yin and yang were harmonious and quiet and tranquil. She didn't become a living corpse like those living corpses, she could suck their Danqi, she was the king of living corpses.

Those living corpses that she had eaten Dan Qi were truly dead.

Gu Xiaowen gently drove away those living corpses, not letting them get close to Yan Ping, she was still protecting Yan Ping.

Yan Ping pulled Gu Qiaowen, who had calmed down, to the water's edge and washed Gu Xiaowen's face clean. Gu Xiaowen was only obedient to the mercy of the second lady who could defeat all the masters of Shushan and the living corpse in an instant, her empty eyes looked at Yan Ping who washed her face, in her pupils, Yan Ping's image was as blurry as her dream, however, she still did not 'forget' Yan Ping, she remembered Yan Ping forever with a 'thought' that Yan Ping could never understand.

Yan Ping looked at the reflection of the huge ship in the water and snuggled in Gu Xiaowen's arms. The moonlight by the lake is just right, and the cloud palace above the head is like a cloud on the edge of the moon. Behind Gu Xiaowen were thousands of living corpses, and in front of Yan Ping was the giant ship that had begun to turmoil without a leader. These can be erased from Yan Ping's dream, leaving only a piece of moonlight, a Gu weak, and a quiet river and lake.

Gu Xiaowen couldn't be spicy, and lied to Yan Ping and said, "This rice is really delicious, you can eat it." ”

Yan Ping knew that Gu Xiaowen was lying to himself, so he also pretended to be fooled, took a bite, was chewing, felt that it was wrong, and spit it out, but it was a mouth full of living human eyes.

In an instant, the moonlight was gone, the sky and the earth were dark, Yan Ping shouted, Lin Xiaoan, where have you been?

Yan Ping woke up, and it was a new day. is still this ghostly rivers and lakes, Gu Xiaowen is still killing living corpses, sucking their living corpse essence, to nourish the constantly conflicting yin and yang qi in his body.

Yan Ping vaguely remembers saying a name in his dream. Who is that person? Much like Gu Xiaowen, but not again. How could he dream of such a person, very similar to the woman he dreamed of when he dreamed of it for the first time as a teenager, they were all like Gu Xiaowen.

The current Gu Xiaowen is also very similar to the Gu Wanwen in the past, but she is not Gu Wanwen anymore.

The turmoil and killing on the giant ship were going on every day in parallel with Gu Xiaowen's killing of the living corpses. It makes no difference whether those on the giant ships are fighting for food or power, or just the venting of fear and being trapped. They are all dead, it's good, Gu Xiaowen killed all these living corpses, better, let this Shushan corpse die, and start over again, it's best. When Yan Ping thought like this, he felt that the tragic story would develop to the end, but there would be a comedy ending, at least a clean ending.

Kong Jiusi is a wise man, he also makes mistakes, the battle of Muluo Town, he is too proud, that night in the Black Temple, he can barely resist the temptation of Neidan, but he is still a wise man. He said that this is not the first time that Shushan has destroyed himself, and what Yan Ping wants to add is that it is not the last time.

Well, there's actually a comedy in a tragic story. The reason why the story of joy is joyful is also because it hides the fate of a boring person to go to the empty building. Otherwise, Ji Tailai is the most ordinary truth in the world, today's Shu Mountain, there is no more tragic story than this, this story comes to an end, but there will be a bright color. After going through so much, looking at the dream in front of him that was more like a nightmare than a nightmare, Yan Ping felt that he had suddenly become a master of scripture, and it was strange to think of the problem.

However, the ending of this comedy still caught Yan Ping by surprise.

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