"Daddy......"

Holding that bloody head, Yu Qiuqu's eyes were almost bleeding and tearful, even if this head was bloody, how could she be afraid of her father? This is the one who raised her......

However, no matter how sad Yu Qiuqu was, he was nothing in the eyes of those high-ranking immortals. After all, how can you empathize with the pain of others that has not befallen you?

"Gu Yuan, why don't you do it yet? Don't let me rush again! ”

The Shanghuan Sect disciple who was the leader seemed to be laughing, but in fact, he was secretly killing. That Gu Yuan took a deep breath and swung his sword at Yu Qiuqu.

At this time, Yu Qiuqu, who was a mortal, could only watch the sword light flash. It hurts, but the person in front of her who keeps vomiting blood makes her even more heartbroken.

"Husband......

Blood overflowed from the corners of Yu Qiuqu's mouth, and her beautiful face was full of sadness. Because at this time, the person in front of her is her beloved husband.

"Poof!"

Fang saw Ling vomiting a large mouthful of blood, his body was already weak, and at this time, his thin chest was pierced by the spirit sword, and the blade penetrated his body, and then pierced Yu Qiuqu. Suffering this fatal injury, Fang Jianling knew that the two of them were not successful, so he moved his hand and hugged his wife tightly in severe pain.

He originally wanted to block this fatal blow for his wife, but he didn't expect that he was so useless until the end that he couldn't even block this sword. But fortunately, he will die in front of his wife, so that he will not be useless to the end. Fang Jianling has always been worried about his weakness, but marrying Yu Qiuqu as his wife is the happiest thing in his life.

In the phantom before he died, he seemed to see the girl who smiled shyly at him with a rabbit lantern at the Lantern Festival.

Fang Jianling attached himself to his wife's ear and whispered softly with his last strength.

"When you smiled under the lamp, my heart trembled......"

"Qiuqu, don't be afraid."

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said.

When Yu Qiuqu was dying, her eyes showed happiness, she put her head on her husband's shoulder with affection, and slowly swallowed her last breath. She wasn't afraid, never was.

"Poof."

Retracting the spirit sword, Gu Yuan almost didn't dare to raise his eyes to look at it. The couple in front of them had both breathed at this time, but the two still hugged each other tightly and supported each other. In the vague reflection of the lake on one side, it seems that there is still a pair of fairy couples, with mandarin ducks neck-to-neck.

"Daddy? Mother? ”

At this moment, a hoarse child's voice broke the rare silence. Changsheng came back to his senses from his own world, and looked at his parents in front of him, who were obviously hugging each other with a smile on the corner of their mouths but no longer answering, and there was a deep incomprehension in his clear eyes.

Why didn't they speak?

Changsheng was already slower than others, and at this time, he could barely understand what was going on. She crawled over blankly, pulling at the corners of her parents' clothes, not even crying.

Suddenly, the sword light flashed, and Changsheng looked up blankly at the male cultivator in front of him who lowered his head and seemed to dare not look at him, and his eyes followed his hand to see a silver glittering long sword, and the tip of the sword had already sunk into his chest.

The sharp pain suddenly erupted at this moment, Changsheng choked, and a large amount of blood gushed out from his small body, almost staining the clothes on his body. Ah, the clothes are dirty again, what to do? Will Chunfang be angry? But she didn't mean to, it wasn't her who got dirty this time, it was the clothes that turned red on their own, no, it wasn't her......

Gu Yuan looked at the little girl in front of him who seemed to want to reach out and grab him, and his hand holding the sword was trembling. He looked at this innocent little girl, and seemed to see his own equally innocent sister. His sister is only seven years old this year, and if these people do what they say, his sister will be more miserable than dead. So for her sake, I can only do this! Even if it is against one's own Dao heart.

Slowly pulling out the spirit sword, watching the small figure twitch for a while, and then slowly stopped moving, Gu Yuan only felt that his soul seemed to be drained away.

"Hahaha......"

"Well done. He is worthy of being the most promising disciple of the outer sect...... Now, kill all the people in this house. ”

Gu Yuan had completely lost himself at this time, and he mechanically lifted his sword and chased down those mortals who couldn't escape because of the enchantment. Why are there so many mortals here? It seems that you can't finish killing. Didn't you let these mortals go before?

The sound of the blade cutting through the flesh and blood was actually not unfamiliar to Gu Yuan, and it was himself who made him feel strange.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me! I'm just a maid. I don't know anything, I don't know anything......"

Chunfang knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, surrounded by other servants who acted like her. They had no idea why these high-ranking immortals would suddenly do something to them, obviously they didn't do anything? Obviously, they didn't do anything wrong, but at the moment of life and death, they could only kneel on the ground and kowtow.

But Gu Yuan didn't stop, and the entire Yu Mansion, with his master, up and down 372 people, all died under his sword. Including the coachman surnamed Ma recruited by Fang Jianling, he was just a martial artist who didn't even enter the Dao, and killing him was just a waste of a sword. But the coachman surnamed Ma cared about the life and death of the master of this family until he died, and it could even be said that he came by throwing himself into the net, but it is a pity that this kind of loyalty, in the face of absolute power, is nothing at all.

When the last old woman screaming for mercy swallowed, Gu Yuan gasped, and his body was already covered with blood.

"Bang dang!"

After he set the entire Yu family on fire, he came to the corpse of the four members of the Yu family and threw down the spirit sword in his hand, without the permission of these people, he couldn't even cut himself.

"Wait."

What are you waiting for?

Gu Yuan was a little dazed, waiting for someone to kill him?

The next moment, a faint light flashed, and a little boy with red lips and white teeth and white eyebrows with three red moles arranged vertically appeared in the clouds. Although he was young, he was born with wisdom, and his eyes were calm at this time, almost not like a child. Even if you see yourself being killed, it is a solemn appearance.

"You killed them?"

Gu Yuan felt that he was crazy at this time, otherwise how could he see the legendary Uncle Ancestor? But he couldn't tell the situation.

Xiao Tong closed his eyes slightly, a slight grief flashed in his eyes, and then waved his hand gently, a palm wind struck fiercely, Gu Yuan didn't even close his eyes, the whole person was split in an instant, and there was no chance to resist at all. But before he died, he saw the incredulous face of the monk who had been persecuting him until he was torn apart, flashed a brief smile, and then became unconscious.

I don't know whether intentionally or unintentionally, the palm wind swept over Changsheng who fell to the ground, and a string of blood suddenly splashed on the little Changsheng's face, and the huge force knocked her out, rolling several times in a row, and finally her upper body drooped in the lake, but she didn't react at all to such a big movement.

At this time, the fire had spread here, and the little boy quietly watched the mansion that was quickly engulfed by the flames, including the corpses that did not move at all, for a long time, before he sighed, turned around and disappeared.

Dust to dust, dust to dust. Flesh and blood to the earth, this is probably the best ending for them.

The raging fire devoured everything, and the grass by the lake was dried and burned, but the originally soft soil slowly became brittle and gradually collapsed, swallowed by the lake.

With a "plop", there were subtle ripples on the surface of the water, and the ripples swung farther and farther away, swallowed up by the whirlpool in the lake, and disappeared.