"Stop making a fuss."

I saw Fan Yu's eyes condensed, he smiled bitterly, and the moment he caught a glimpse of the birdcage, he glanced up, as if he was looking for a way to break through the birdcage - Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" He had seen it once in front of Nie Gong's treasure house ten years ago, and he probably knew the effect of the birdcage to trap the enemy.

However, even Fan Yu didn't know that Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" was that "trapping" was just a superficial function, in fact, it didn't matter whether he was trapped or not, for Zheng Xiu, it was more important to "trap" himself.

The moment he entered the birdcage, Zheng Xiu once again felt the severing connection between himself and his heart.

After Zheng Baimei "died", his current status is unknown. The incarnation that Zheng Xiu can currently use is only [Zheng Shan] that is the most suitable.

[Projection]: Zheng Shan!

[Unbreakable] triggers.

In an instant, Zheng Xiu's appearance seemed to have not changed, but the temperament of the whole person was completely different, from a polite scholar to a muscle painter. Everything changed in the blink of an eye, Fan Yu was silent, his toes were empty, and he slapped his palm to the edge of the birdcage.

"Lord Lou, what's the hurry!"

Zheng Xiu swept across the battlefield, only to see that Atulu, who was one with a man and a camel, was already entangled by Cheng Huan not far away. Cheng Huan's knife seemed to have a magma-like flame flickering, and he didn't know what kind of thaumaturgy had such an effect, and where his knife slashed, black smoke came out of Aturu's body, which was extremely terrifying. Aturu let out a burst of screams, which can be seen that Cheng Huan and Aturu are fighting for a while, and they can't tell the winner.

"I'm sorry."

After glancing at it, Zheng Xiu thought silently in his heart, and after he took a look at the monk's position, he refocused his attention on Fan Yu. I saw Fan Yu push out with a palm, and in front of the white five fingers, the air was slightly distorted, and a wave of air like mountains and seas was stacked forward, and the birdcage was slapped into a wave-like shape in the air, and an obvious bulge protruded from the outside of the birdcage.

Zheng Xiu's birdcage seemed to be vulnerable, and Fan Yu's face was happy, but before he could make a second palm, one by one the "blood gratings" suddenly conjured up countless sharp blades and cracked towards Fan Yu.

"Damn it!"

Fan Yu shook his head, dialed a thousand catties in four or two, countered them with soft strength, and spun to remove the blood-colored blade.

At this time, Zheng Xiu no longer kept it, and the wound on his wrist was constantly gushing blood, in other words, his "ink" in the state of "heavy bleeding" could be described as a steady stream. In a moment, the pen becomes a painting. A long knife that resembles the form of a strange creature, the third [Broken Moon], is like an illusion, and it is held in his hand. The ink-colored light and shadow flowed silently between the blades, like a rich ink shadow, magnificent and enchanting.

"Brother Gongsun, I'm afraid there is no misunderstanding between us."

Fan Yu raised his eyebrows, wrapped his whole body, and frowned.

"There's no misunderstanding, you know it."

Zheng Xiu held the ink-colored long knife in his hand, his eyes showed murderous intent, and he brazenly killed Fan Yu. Recruit mercilessly. Fan Yu saw Zheng Xiu killing, he could only resist, the thick aura was like substance, and he actually blocked Zheng Xiu's knife with a pair of fleshy palms, making a sound like a clash of gold and stone, where the fleshy palms collided with the ink shadow knife, there were sparks and ink splashed out. For a time, the two fought to the death in the birdcage, hitting the edge of the birdcage from the ground to the edge, fighting hundreds of moves.

Fan Yu was able to pretend to be calm and relaxed at first, but as time passed, Fan Yu's moves also showed several flaws, Zheng Xiu picked up his backhand, crossed Fan Yu's wrist, and could break his tendon - he wanted to take advantage of the situation to cut off his hand, but Fan Yu dodged it at the last moment.

Zheng Xiu is also more and more frightened, although Fan Yu is a natural alien, but he has not performed any thaumaturgy from beginning to end, and his gestures are still in the category of "martial arts", but his strength is far beyond anyone in this era, enough to look at the world. After a moment of respite, Zheng Xiu remembered what Fan Yu had said and suddenly woke up.

"You have cultivated martial arts into a kind of 'thaumaturgy'?"

Fan Yuyan's eyes narrowed when he heard this, but he didn't deny it.

Fan Yu said that he practiced "Yin and Yang Inverted Reverse Sutra", and if you want to practice this kung fu, you must cut it first. Thinking of the real Fan Ballad is the eight generals of the Crippled Building, the practice of "Crippled Thaumaturgy", so Zheng Xiu thought about whether this kind of "cutting" conforms to the rules of "Crippled Arts" in the underworld, which made him walk out of a completely different mutilated path in the world in the painting.

"Why don't you use your innate inhuman skills?"

"Have you ever seen a candle?"

"You're here for another purpose?"

"I see, the real demon is not a monk......"

Zheng Xiu noticed that as time went by, Fan Yu's aura became more and more chaotic, and his expression wavered. He asked several questions in a row, and each question was more and more heart-wrenching. When asked the fourth question, Zheng Xiu held his left hand in a false grip, and his right hand sheathed the long sword of the ink shadow with the tiger's mouth. In an instant, Zheng Xiu's breath sank, like an old pine in the mountain, standing still.

"The real demon is you!"

Quickly!

Before the words fell, a straight ink line connected Zheng Xiu and Fan Yu, and when Fan Yu reacted, his figure retreated, his neck was cold, and the next second was already hot blood gushing out. Gongsun Mo in front of him had an afterimage left, and the real Gongsun Mo appeared behind him after swinging a knife, as fast as lightning, almost superb.

Fan Yu knew that if he didn't retreat, this knife would be able to cut off his head. When he was frightened, Fan Yu, who had long lost his initial calmness, said hysterically: "You don't understand! You don't understand anything! All of us have to die! ”

"That's why you're here." Zheng Xiu's face was expressionless: "You have seen the candle, you have detected a part of the 'truth', even if it is a big dream in the world in the painting, you are worried, worried that the monk will die here." ”

"So you are the real demon, you are the sub-personality of the monk, for so many years, it has been you, the dove occupies the magpie's nest! Otherwise, ten years ago, with your ability, you would have had the opportunity to kill the monk and would not spare his life. ”

Fan Yu was shocked, he covered the wound on his neck, and Zheng Xiu's words seemed to open towards him head-on, completely penetrating his heart defense.

yes.

He is the "inner demon". He is the so-called "sub-personality"! He is the part that "shouldn't exist"! He is the one who deserves to be spurned and abandoned the most!

It was he who had suppressed Huahua for so many years, until he was sucked into the scroll, and Huahua was reborn as a "flower monk", like a pure and unsullied white paper.

When he and Zheng Xiu talked to each other that night, it seemed that he had seen everything and let go of everything. But in fact, the unwillingness and anger in his heart are only clear to him. He wants to go out, he wants to get out of here, he is not willing to be just an ethereal "inner demon" whose existence cannot even be affirmed!

"Wave!"

Suddenly.

Zheng Xiu's feet sank, and the solid ground turned into a mire eerily, sucking his feet in.

At the same time, Fan Yu, who was also trapped in the "birdcage", changed the ground under his feet when his expression became hideous.

The entire battlefield suddenly turned into a strange color of black and red, pure black, brilliant red, like two random paints splashed together, so that this place suddenly turned into an indescribable large dye vat, enveloping everyone in.

"Ahhhhh

The screams continued, Zheng Xiu and Fan Yu looked back, and found that from the quagmire, the ink-colored light and shadow were like a layer of illusory boundaries, starting from the ground and pushing upward, and in an instant, everyone's vision was flowing with a layer of dreamlike ink shadows.

Behind the beautiful things, it often means mortal danger. At the moment of seeing this scene, Zheng Xiu was horrified and his scalp was numb. Swirls like quicksand were formed on the ground, and the knights continued to sink downward, emitting terrible smoke all over their bodies, which corroded them in an instant, and the flesh and blood were like lakes, and then in the blink of an eye, they were turned into white bones.

Chang Yan...... It's opened!

It's so fast!

"Hugh!"

With a long roar, I saw that Cheng Huan was covered with a layer of black and evil texture, and the long knife in his hand doubled, and the knife was wrapped in a layer of blood-colored fiery knife light.

In front of him, the monster Aturu, who had killed nearly a hundred knights, had become a piece of minced meat, and he had long been unable to distinguish his original shape. The pieces of meat that were chopped into hundreds of pieces weathered like dust when Chang Yan was opened, turning into dense black particles and dust floating upward, like smoke and mist.

Laugh at!

The black mist above Aturu's blood clot was extremely thick, and a brilliant red flower bush stretched out from inside, constantly infecting the world in front of him.

"Dead? Is Aturu dead? No way! ”

"That's ...... The art of a corpse sewer? ”

"That's not Aturu!

”

"Fake! It's all fake! ”

Seeing this, there was only boundless fear on the face of the hideous Fan Yu, he looked at the pile of minced meat in disbelief, his eyes wandered back and forth on Zheng Xiu and Cheng Huan, Tong Kong enlarged, and counted frantically: "One, two, three...... One, two, three...... One, two, three......"

"He lied to me?"

"No, he deceived Lou Mengkong!"

"Lou Mengkong is the third person!"

"One-two-three-one-two-three!"

"Enough! Enough is enough! That's enough! ”

"No more, no less! No more, no less! No more, no less! ”

"Hahaha! It turns out that no more, no less! Exactly three people! ”

"None of us can go! Can't go! Can't go! ”

"It's all in 'his' calculations! Gongsun Mo really 'painted' him! ”

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!"

Distance.

"Lao Chu! Lao Chu! ”

In the quagmire, Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan fell into the quagmire with half of their bodies, and the burning pain made his expression hideous like a ghost. He and Wen Shishan each held one of Xie Yunliu's feet and let him step on himself and Wen Shishan.

Xie Yunliu's face was filled with tears, struggling to pull Chu Chengfeng out of the quagmire.

"Don't bother! You fucking mother-in-law! Chu Chengfeng endured the pain and shouted: "Damn, Lao Tzu is hopeless!" The eggs are all boiled! If we can't give birth to a baby, we might as well die! ”

"Listen to my old thanks! While they haven't sunk yet, while you haven't been pulled down, step on us," Chu Chengfeng tried to squeeze out a smile: "Get out of this hellish place!" ”

Chu Chengfeng and his wife glanced at each other, looked at each other and smiled, and suddenly, it didn't hurt anymore.

Chu Chengfeng and his wife slapped Xie Yunliu into the air at the same time,

Soon, Chu Chengfeng was only left on the quagmire above his neck.

He raised his hand vigorously, and the bones of that hand were bare, and melted flesh flowed downward.

The white bone fist clenched.

Chu Chengfeng laughed: "Old Xie, I don't owe you Chu Chengfeng in this life!" ”

"Chu Lang."

"Huh?"

"You say, can you have a baby?"

"Yes!"

The two embraced each other and sank into the abyss.

The wails of the knights grew weaker and weaker. The pain they endured at this time was far worse than death. Perhaps death is a much easier outcome for them now. The knights, the army of the Western Regions, and the Shenwu army, all of them sank into the hot quagmire, and their flesh and blood soon became the nutrients for the "Chang Yan" to open, and in the blink of an eye, the sky was full of red and gorgeous flowers.

Flowers are constantly trying to burst into the cage, and the cage bends inward. Around the birdcage, there is a scene of spatial distortion and collapse.

Zheng Xiu pulled his legs out of the quagmire with all his might. He knew that where there were more dead people, the more "flowers" bloomed, and the faster the "Changyan" would infect. At this moment, a bald head with dancing hands flew through the sky.

Fan Yu smiled and stopped smiling, staring at the bald head, and in the next second, black lines emerged from the inside of his body, staining him black.

"This broken cage can't hold me!"

Drink!

Fan Yu shouted, as if the voice carried some kind of magic, Zheng Xiu's birdcage twisted, and separated a path alive.

Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth, his eyebrows ached, and he wanted to sacrifice the trick but failed. Fan Yu saw that Zheng Xiu had moved, turned around again, and smiled at Zheng Xiu: "You sink down!" Sink in! Sink in! ”

Every time Fan Yu said a word, his voice became more and more hoarse, and at the end of the day, his mouth was full of blood.

This is the most powerful "rumor" he exchanged for a limit of fifty years! He has not used thaumaturgy for 50 years, once he uses "rumors", no one will be able to break them, and no one will be able to solve them!

Each personality of a monk has a different thaumaturgy. The "heart demon" named Fan Yu is the "Thousand Keepers", and the "rumors" are cultivated!

Rumors can come true!

Zheng Xiu's feet seemed to be nailed into the mire, and the red flowers outside the birdcage were overwhelmingly pressed towards this side.

"Whew~"

Zheng Xiu's face was expressionless, and he swung his knife to cut off his two legs, snort! A large amount of blood gushed out from his knees, and Zheng Xiu was no longer short of blood.

Immediately afterward, he drew a wing with his backhand and stuck it behind his back.

Flapping his wings, Zheng Xiu grabbed Fan Yu's hind legs like lightning, and in the latter's frightened gaze, Zheng Xiu grinned: "You go down." ”

As he spoke, Zheng Xiu threw Fan Yu into Chang Yan with all his might.

In the blink of an eye, the bloodthirsty red flower engulfed Fan Yu, and Fan Yu didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Not far away, Cheng Huan was swept up by the red flower, he silently inserted the knife back into the scabbard, stood up straight, he seemed to know his end, and quietly let the red flower drag him into Chang Yan.

"Monk!"

Zheng Xiu flew high in the air, his legs were gushing with blood like a spurt, his face became more and more pale, and after feeding the flowers with Fan Yu, Zheng Xiu caught the monk in mid-air. When the monk turned around, he burst into tears and looked at Zheng Xiu in a daze: "Zheng, Zheng, Brother Zheng? ”

The moment Fan Yu died, the monk woke up.

"Let's go!"

Zheng Xiu just took off, and a huge force pulled him back. Looking down, the red flower completely surrounded the whole world at some point, the inky light and shadow filled the field of vision, and the red flower was like a vine monster sucking blood, entangled Zheng Xiu's two broken legs, climbed quickly, and climbed up Zheng Xiu's body.

Zheng Xiu held the monk in one hand and quickly slashed the flowers with a knife, but the flowers were more and more chopped.

"You go first."

Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth, at this moment, Zheng Xiu's face was like gold paper and his lips were like wax, which was extremely scary. He smiled at the monk: "Outside, you broke two legs and carried me up the mountain, and today it is my turn to break it." ”

His blood was almost dry, and there was a little left, barely enough to give the monk wings. The monk struggled to fly away with the tug of his wings.

Stop!

Zheng Xiu's eyes were full of flowers, and the attraction of the flowers was not visible to the naked eye was the distance movement in physical space, and he was dragged into Chang Yan almost instantly, before he could come back to his senses.

Suddenly, Zheng Xiu's head hurt, and countless fragmentary memories came back strangely. In the memory picture, a woman with a longbow in her hand and a quiet face, but Zheng Xiu felt strange, bent her bow and shot arrow feathers in the sky, eliminating red flowers and piercing Chang Yan.

"It's ......"

Zheng Xiutong Kong was shocked, covering his head, this strange memory is Gongsun Mo's memory. The scene in my memory is very different from what I am now. The woman in my memory is not what Fengbei looks like. She is the real Xie Luo River, and this fragment of memory is what really happened back then.

So now......

Syllable.

A white palm barely poked in, and the dense and greedy red flowers were instantly smashed by that palm.

After tearing open Chang Yan's hand, the terrifying palm tightly held Zheng Xiu's hand and dragged it out of the quagmire.

The moment the two held hands, Zheng Xiu looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, in Baili Village, he dragged the young and helpless Xiao Fengbei out of Chang Yan.

It's just that the identities and locations of the two are very different from those in Baili Village.

"I don't owe you anything."

The woman smiled.

For a while, Zheng Xiu was stunned, and countless questions appeared in his heart.

The woman looked at Zheng Xiu's eyes with a sharp heart.

She knew what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask at this moment, at this moment, and here.

In fact, the woman also wanted to tell him, otherwise, she would be unwilling.

Feng Bei smiled slightly.

Hee-hee-hee, as early as ten years ago, I was Fengbei.

She installed the Shelo River for ten years.

I can't tell the difference.

But at this time, if you don't return to Fengbei, you won't be able to save your husband.

"Ten years ago."

With a smile, Fengbei dragged Zheng Xiu out of Chang Yan and threw him ten miles away. In the next second, Feng Bei, who replaced Zheng Xiu, let himself be swallowed by the flowers from Chang Yan.

Feng Bei closed his eyes in satisfaction.