The moonlight is beautiful.

This kind of beauty, how bleak and lonely it is.

Wusheng didn't look at them, his eyes had fallen to the moonlight, and he admired the hazy and mysterious clouds flying, as if they were butterflies dancing, mysterious and beautiful.

His heart may be thinking about Fluttershy, maybe it is thinking about Yang Qing, maybe it is thinking about someone who died under his gun, most of these people have given him stimulation and pleasure, they are all dead now, and he may die himself.

The cool breeze gusted and blew on the wound, which was heartbreaking and sad to watch.

A wonderful woman came over dangling, her ass dangling from side to side, and a large group of men had been surprisingly shaken out.

Her smile is also wonderful, wonderful and tender.

"You little singles, big singles, old singles, and shameless ones, get out of the way a little,......。"

Although her words were angry, her voice was surprisingly sweet, moving, and even more seductive.

The parting man was gently touching his beard, looking proud and cheerful.

The Howling Tiger's hand slid from the three-section stick to the top of his head, and he kept clutching it, looking as if he was enjoying and happy.

His head seemed to itch.

The wonderful woman looked at the person carrying the lantern, "Huge master, your lantern is not the moon, why is it always so high?" ”

The Djinn God was silent, nodded, and lowered his hand a little.

"There is still a shameless person here, who is it?"

The Lady pointed to the Djinn and smiled without saying a word.

The giant spirit god seemed to be very unconvinced, and the chain on his body trembled faintly, "Why me?" ”

Mrs. Miao smiled, "Because you've been staring at my ass." ”

She was smiling, her face flushed.

The light shone on every long, deep wound in the inanimate body, and every one was so heroic and so tragic.

Mrs. Miao's eyes already flashed.

Tears.

She gently took out the golden medicine from her arms, only to find that Wusheng was staring at her.

"I don't need that."

"Why?" Mrs. Miao squeezed out a smile and stared into her empty, dark, dull eyes.

Silent without life.

Xiaohua took Mrs. Miao's hand and pulled it gently, "This person really doesn't need it, because he's a weirdo." ”

"How weird?"

Xiaohua didn't answer because she didn't know how to answer.

She just stared at Wusheng quietly, "These people have come to see you, and every one of them admires you and worships you. ”

Silent without life.

"You must have seen that each of them is a master among the masters of the rivers and lakes?"

Wusheng nodded.

Xiaohua smiled, her smile full of indescribable pride and pride, "They are the main force of the Demon Sect, and each one of them is." ”

Silent without life.

She is right, looking at their temperament and weapons, it is enough to see this, each of them is a master of masters, and they are all experts in killing, not like experts who have been killed.

Xiaohua said softly, "People outside must be thinking of something stupid, maybe the main force of the Demon Sect has collapsed. ”

"Yes."

This is not only stupid, but also extremely terrible and terrifying, and if they see these people, they will know how wrong they are, how terrible and terrible they are.

He really thinks so, doesn't the people of the poison cult think so too?

Xiaohua smiled and stared at the moonlight, "What do you think this is?" ”

Wusheng didn't look at it.

A figure had flown in the moonlight, as fierce as a tiger and as vigorous as an eagle.

The man fell down slightly, bowed his head and whispered, "It's time." ”

When is it? What does he mean by that?

I don't understand.

Xiaohua gently helped the person up, and stared at Wusheng with a smile, "This is the Demon Sect Flying Master, the Winged Tiger." ”

The winged tiger suddenly flew up and pulled up the sails.

The huge ship moved rapidly in the night, and the shore gradually moved away.

Xiaohua held Wusheng's hand, but her eyes were fixed on the moonlight, and her expression became resentful and hateful.

The moonlight shuttled through the clouds, but her heart struggled and cramped in torment, and she really hoped that the moonlight would leave as soon as possible and the light would appear sooner.

"We're going to find Fluttershy now, you'll see her soon."

"Where are you going?"

"Go to the barren mountains." Xiaohua added, "It's a barren mountain of the Poison Sect." ”

"The barren mountain of the Poison Cult?"

Xiaohua's hand suddenly clenched, "Yes, it's the heaven of the Poison Sect Prince." ”

"They grabbed Fluttershy to get her memory back?"

Xiaohua nodded in acknowledgement and sneered, "They do do this, but they have to do something else." ”

"What's the matter?"

"They also want Fluttershy to hand over the Cult token." Xiaohua's hand suddenly had an extra token, "That's the brand." ”

There's nothing strange about it, there's no text, there's no pattern, it's boxy and black.

It's unbelievable that an ordinary brand has such great prestige.

"How do you have a token?"

"I'm Xiaohua, and I'm the sect leader's personal ring." Xiaohua smiled, "It's also a military advisor in the Demon Sect." ”

Wusheng stared at Xiaohua.

He seemed surprised, and he seemed surprised.

This woman's appearance, expression, and usual style do not look like a person who is scheming and decisive thousands of miles away, but she is.

Maybe there are many things in the world like this, seemingly ordinary, but in fact, this person is full of extraordinary wisdom.

A figure flew out again, as fierce as a tiger and as vigorous as an eagle.

The winged tiger has flown away.

He's no slower than a Scud, and maybe quicker than him.

Wusheng stared at the figure flying away, "Did he see Fluttershy?" ”

"Yes." Xiaohua sighed, "He has always been very capable, and we have always been proud of him. ”

"Why didn't he bring Fluttershy back?"

Fluttershy's eyes stared coldly at the moonlight, unspeakably angry and sad, "He must not bring Fluttershy back." ”

"Why?"

"Because this is the calamity that every generation of sect masters accepts, and she is no exception."

"Tonight is the last day?"

"Yes, tonight is the last night." Xiaohua nodded, "That's why I ordered nine hundred and ninety-nine Demon Sect masters to go and greet them." ”

The giant ship was full of people, some of them were resting, some were gambling, some were drinking,......, they all had different things to do, and they all had the same excitement and joy.

"Nine hundred and ninety-nine people here?"

"Nope." Fluttershy was sad, "There are only nine hundred and ninety-eight of them, and not a single god is here." ”

"What god?"

"Painting the gods, resisting the breeze."

The name also seemed to carry a kind of magic, and several wounds on the lifeless body quietly collapsed, and the body was faintly trembling.

"He is also one of the few gods in the rivers and lakes, painting gods." Xiaohua suddenly stared at the gun, the pitch-black gun in Wusheng's palm, "Another god with the same name as your spear god." ”

The wound opened wider and bled more.

"It's a pity ......."

"What a pity?"

"It's a pity that he was captured by the drug cult." Xiaohua's expression became sad again.

"Why did the Poison Cult arrest him?"

"Because he's the only one who can help Fluttershy recover her memory, not even the Demon King."

Silent without life.

Xiaohua explained, "Because he is the ambassador of the Demon Sect Qingfeng. ”

"He must be with Fluttershy now?"

"Yes." Xiaohua sneered, "Because if the Poison Sect Leader wants to get the token, he has to help Fluttershy recover her memory, and if he wants Fluttershy to recover her memory, he has to capture Yu Qingfeng." ”

"Recovering memories should have been done at the Demon Cult Altar?"

"Yes, and it's noon tomorrow."

"Not now?"

Xiaohua's cheeks were already frightened and panicked, and even her voice trembled, "That's really a terrible thing. ”

"How scary?"

"At least it will be a loss of life and internal strength, and at worst it will be death on the spot."

"Even at this point, you won't help?"

Xiaohua nodded, "You must not help each other, this is the canon." ”

The boat has stopped.

Ahead is a dark and gloomy mountain, a barren mountain.

Xiaohua held Wusheng's hand and held it tightly, "You can definitely do it." ”

Wusheng suddenly retracted, "You don't come with me?" ”

Xiaohua was silent.

There were tears in her eyes, but with indescribable anger and hatred, her eyes were staring at the moonlight.

When Wusheng stepped off the boat, he already felt Xiaohua's sadness heavier, and his heart hurt even more.

"It's a canon."

Thinking of this kind of canon, Wusheng was secretly sad in his heart.

He walked into the woods against the cold wind, the leaves rustling and the lanterns gently swaying.

He didn't walk fast, but he was steady.

A centipede suddenly jumped up, pounced on the lifeless body, and then slowly fell to the ground and did not move.

The cold wind blew, and the centipede was swept away silently.

The poisonous snake that was entwined around the lantern was spitting red letters, and when Wusheng walked there, he suddenly stopped, grabbed it with his hands, and bit it with his mouth, and the viper was also biting him.

He wants to bite the viper to death, absorb the nutrients in it, to replenish the body, and the viper also wants to kill him, whether it is hungry or not, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that it wants to poison others.

This is the original purpose of the viper's life, and this is also the joy of it.

The viper is dead, and its bones are broken and ugly.

Wusheng chewed the flesh in his mouth hard before swallowing it, so that it was easily absorbed, and he needed physical strength.

In order to survive, there is sometimes no difference between man and beast.

The lights in the cave were bright, brilliant, and dazzling, and a pitch-black shadow suddenly flew out of the forest leaves, and the sword light flashed, and suddenly fell.

When he fell, he lay motionless, like that poisonous snake, motionless like dead flesh on the cold, hard earth.

The lifeless also fell.

He fell down and slowly retracted the gun, which was very slow, and the blood on the tip of the gun slid down.

The cloak hunted in the wind.

Although he is a god, he is also a god of flesh and blood, and when his blood is drained, he will die.

He didn't die now, and he didn't want to die, so he struggled to his feet.

The only movement he had to do was to suddenly retract the gun, very slowly.

More blood fell from the tip of the gun.

Three people, three swords, suddenly fell, the sword fell, and the person slipped.

They fell, and they didn't even let out a scream.

Lanterns swaying in the wind.

As he struggles into the cave, he sees Fluttershy and the sword light.

Seven or eight sword lights suddenly startled, piercing the lifeless body.

The pitch-black body, the sword light of the cold.

Standing upright like a lifeless stone statue, motionless like a stone statue, three swords had pierced into his body, and the person holding the sword laughed viciously.

"Sure enough, it's a gun god, and it's really a god who is not afraid of death."

The laughter that came from not far away became indescribably vicious and crazy.

Silent without life.

He slowly retracted the gun, and the four swords suddenly slid down like mud, and the sword in his hand suddenly left his hand, and he only trembled on the cold, hard earth, and then stopped moving.

Sankou Jian wanted to look back, but he couldn't.

For they wanted to draw their swords, and they had discovered a terrible, terrible thing.

Their swords could not be drawn, and when they tried to release them, they found that their chests ached, and then they discovered something even more terrible.

There was a miraculous hole in his chest, a bloody hole.

Blood splattered out suddenly, shooting out a foot high, and their lives suddenly shot out, and suddenly they fell alive.

He fell without even making a sound.

The cave was dull and deadly silent, as dead as a tomb.

Suddenly, Lifeless falls down and falls on the side of the fire, and above the fire is the water tank, and in the water tank is Fluttershy.

Fluttershy doesn't move, as if asleep.

Her face was full of mysterious and strange patterns, like words, like incantations, like white clouds, and as if it were nothing.

Blood-red pattern, blood-red suffocating, vomiting.

A man was reciting a mantra on the side, an old, haggard cheek that was extremely thin and ugly, but the expression was extremely painful and sad.

Who is this? Why do you chant a spell next to Fluttershy?

Could this be the breeze? The gods of rivers and lakes are afraid of the breeze? The painting god with the same name as the gun god Yu Qingfeng?

Wusheng gritted his teeth, struggling to breathe, trying to live.

A figure suddenly rushed over, and before the person arrived, the sleeve poison snake had already bitten the lifeless shoulder, and after just one bite, it suddenly became soft and drooped, and fell to the ground softly like noodles.

The Poison Sect Master sneered and threw a punch, which suddenly hit Wusheng's lower abdomen.

He smiled coldly, "How?" Isn't it comfortable? We still have a long time to play. ”

Silent without life.

He gritted his teeth and fell, struggling and gasping on the cold, hard ground.

The Poison Sect Master suddenly grabbed him, shook him vigorously, and fell heavily on the stone wall, his body fell, and a pit had been recessed in the stone wall.

This kind of power will not be good for either the living or the dead, and in fact you will go to hell if you don't die.

When he was ten years old, he threw a tiger to death, and now he is middle-aged, so his strength will only be more terrifying and terrifying.

It is useless to use poison against lifelessness, but it is different with force.

The Poison Sect Master sneered and was coldly happy, "It seems that you are dead." ”

There is no life and no death.

He struggled to breathe, struggled, struggled to his feet, and then stood up like a stone statue, straighter than the gun in his hand.

He got up and did only one thing.

Slowly retract the gun, retracting very slowly, very slowly.

Blood from the tip of the gun slipped down gently.

The night is beautiful, the moonlight is bright, but the story is cold, cold and cruel.

The Poison Sect Master only felt a faint pain in his chest, and just as he looked down, a stream of blood rushed out like a spring, piercing into the night.

The night was beautiful, bloody and beautiful.

Lifeless struggles to stand, struggles to breathe, struggles to live.

He has no choice but to struggle, no other choice, and God will not give him a choice, if he does not struggle, he will die, this is the opportunity to live, and it is also the law of survival.

The Poison Sect Leader stared coldly at Wusheng, his eyes full of indescribable resentment, resentment, and resentment.

"You actually killed him."

It stood upright like a lifeless stone statue, motionless like a stone statue.

There was not a trace of change in the rocky cheeks, calm, steady and hard, without a trace of pain or sorrow.

People who face death are more or less sad, no matter how much there will be a little bit.

But he didn't, he didn't seem to have this function, not only was he sad, but he wasn't happy.

There are not many people like this in the world, maybe he is the only one, but fortunately he is the only one.

"Yes." Wusheng's wheezing became more intense, "I'll kill you again." ”

The Poison Sect Leader's face was covered in cold sweat and rolled down like rain.

He didn't see a single shot, only how to stop it.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, slowly dripping blood.

The blood on the tip of the spear had not dripped out, but the spear-like eyes were already staring at and poking the Poison Sect Master.

"I know who you are."

"Who am I?"

"You're the old poison, the leader of the Poison Sect."

The Poison Sect Leader smiled poisonously, "Yes, I am." ”

"I'll duel you."

The Poison Sect Leader laughed even more, staring at the hand and the gun viciously.

Pale hands, pitch-black guns.

The gun didn't move, the hand didn't move, it didn't move, and sometimes it was more frightening and panicked than moving.

"I'm going to duel with you, why wouldn't I duel with the current spear god?"

As he spoke, an extra sword suddenly appeared in his hand, an unsheathed sword.

The sword flashed.

Suddenly submerged into the lifeless body, and the three-foot-long sword blade Qi Gen sank into the body, leaving a sword hilt outside.

Pitch-black hilt of the sword, pale hands.

The Poison Sect Leader smiled viciously, he smiled and looked at Wusheng's cheek, and then at the gun in his hand.

The gun didn't move, and the blood on the tip of the gun had long since dripped out.

Every muscle on his rocky cheeks was throbbing, in fact, every muscle in his torso was throbbing.

"The spear god is lifeless, you have finally become a god of death."

Wusheng nodded.

He just nodded, but did not speak, as if he had no strength to speak.

The Poison Sect Leader let go of his hand and smiled, "There aren't many people who have died under my hands, and you are one of them. ”

Falling like a lifeless stone statue, motionless like a stone statue, closing its eyes like a stone statue.

He closed his eyes, was he waiting for death? No one knew what he was thinking, not even the Poison Sect Master.

It was at this time that he suddenly discovered something extremely terrible and crazy.

The gun was staring at the blood, slowly retracting, retracting very slowly.

Whose blood is this?

The Poison Sect Leader looked around, he only felt a faint pain in his chest, and he didn't dare to look at it because he was very afraid.

So all he could see was a streak of blood splattering out, flying into the night, into the moonlight.

The last moment of his life was the moonlight, the mysterious and blood-red moonlight gradually becoming dim and cold, deep in the marrow and deep in the soul.

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Fluttershy opens her eyes.

He kicked the water tank and strode out.

Although the clothes on her body were tattered, although they were ugly and clumsy, her expression was surprisingly cold and ruthless, and she did not take a look at Yu Qingfeng and walked towards lifelessness.

Gently pick up the bones.

The bones were cold, they were cold, and not a single tear had fallen from their cold, merciless cheeks.

She had no tears.

Fluttershy walks into the darkness of the night, the lantern still flickering, and several poisonous snakes on it gently spit out red letters, and Fluttershy just glances at them, and the two poisonous snakes suddenly jump up and disappear.

The leaves rustled and the night grew darker.

The morning mist gradually drifted on the earth, and the east also turned red.

Two figures suddenly blocked the way, two swords.

The sword light suddenly rose and fell.

The sword light died suddenly, the sword qi died suddenly, and the sword intent died suddenly.

The man died suddenly, and the sword fell.

They didn't believe that this man could strike so quickly and so ruthlessly, so every muscle on their cheeks was filled with indescribable surprise, disbelief, and fear.

By the time Fluttershy walks out of the barren mountain, the sun has risen, and the darkness and loneliness have disappeared.

The shore was crowded with people, and everywhere there were people, except people, people.

They came here to see her, and to see her was the greatest luck and happiness of their lives.

But she didn't take a look at them, but walked towards the Heavenly Machine.

The god of heaven is counted on the sea, and the delicate and beautiful partial boat is covered with many petals, fragrant and charming.

He doesn't dare to glance at Fluttershy, but just hangs his head and stares at the boat.

Wusheng has been placed on the boat, lying horizontally among the petals like a stone statue, lying motionless like a stone statue.

Tianji Shenxuan slowly retreated, standing quietly on the shore.

Fluttershy suddenly bites down on her hand, and blood splatters and drops tumbles onto the animate body.

The blood was flying, and the sky suddenly changed suddenly, becoming cold and dim.

When the sun shone through the clouds, she looked extremely tired and weak, and she gently kissed Wusheng on the cheek, and then pushed the boat into the distance.

At this time, Xiaohua pulled a woman and walked out.

She screams and throws herself into the water, frantically onto the boat, and only when her body is weak and her screams turn into gasps that Fluttershy picks her up and walks to the shore.

The boat gradually moved away and gradually disappeared.

Fluttershy stares coldly at the woman in her arms, whose eyes are filled with unspeakable hesitation, pain, and sadness.

"You're the fairy in the painting?"

Fluttershy shakes her head.

"You're the Demon Sect Master?" The color of pain and sorrow is even stronger.

Fluttershy nods.

She has admitted that she is the leader of the Demon Cult, the head of the Demon Sect.

"You use the Gun God to help you survive the catastrophe?"

Fluttershy nods.

"You succeeded, but you died without life?" The woman gritted her teeth and foamed at Fluttershy's face.

Fluttershy doesn't move, and she doesn't even react at all.

"Why don't you kill me and put me with him?"

"I can't do that."

"Why?"

"Because you're Yang Qing."

Fluttershy gently lowers Yang Qing and beckons, and Flowery walks over with her head down.

She doesn't resist or run away, she's used to Fluttershy because she's Fluttershy's maid, Fluttershy's advisor, and Fluttershy's toy.

Fluttershy does whatever she wants, now and in the future.

She is slapped to the ground, and then gritted her teeth and silently endures Fluttershy's torture.

Yang Qing struggled to her feet, unable to bear to look at it, as Fluttershy was stepping on Xiaohua's body, as hard as she could.

She struggles to pull Fluttershy back, "Don't torture her. ”

Fluttershy stops, but she gasps.

The small flowers swept like shrimp, and the cold sweat on the forehead rolled down like beans.

"You're really crazy."

Fluttershy is silent, her cold gaze fixed on the sea, as far as the eye can see.

Yang softly hugged Fluttershy, "I know you care about him. ”

Fluttershy is silent.

"But ......."

Fluttershy said coldly, "Maybe he's not dead yet." ”

Yang Qing's body suddenly shook, "Really?" ”

Fluttershy is silent, her body suddenly floats up, and Yang Qing sees her on the giant ship, staring quietly into the distance by herself.

Yang Qing lifted Xiaohua up and gently stroked her cheek.

Xiaohua struggled to her feet and smiled, "Wusheng may be fine." ”

Yang Qing's face fluttered with joy, "Why?" ”

Xiaohua sighed, "The sect leader used the Great Demon Skill to suppress his seven souls and six spirits, and spent a Jiazi internal force to protect the meridians, as long as he wants to live, he will definitely live." ”

Yang Qing smiled and nodded, "As long as he lives, will he come to me?" ”

Xiaohua smiled, "He'll definitely come to you." ”