Rama was also stunned, his pupils contracted violently, as if he couldn't believe that there were so many people buried around him, and they were all eunuchs from Dongchang, he slowly turned his head and looked at Song Chuan.

Song Chuan's face was a little embarrassed in the face of Rama's criticism, he has always been the best child, and when he grew up, he was the best subordinate, and he didn't make any big mistakes.

Song Chuan comforted himself, it's not that bad, and the people in Dongchang might as well teach a lot. However, what happened next extinguished his last illusion, and a loud bang erupted from the ancient well, and Lu Chuanbai crawled out from the bottom of the well, taking the brocade guard behind him.

How is it possible, below is the Qimen Dun Armor designed by the sect leader, how could it be broken so easily. Lu Chuanbai just walked out of the underground palace, and was frightened by the immortal sect, and it happened that there was nowhere to vent his anger, and after coming up, he saw this scene, and he took the brocade guard to Zhou Heng and said, "See His Royal Highness the Prince." Lu Chuanbai's title made Song Chuan and the others shocked, and even Rama's face began to look ugly, it turned out to be really the prince, and killing the prince was a great crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason.

Song Chuan knew why he was afraid of Zhou Heng, he was different from everyone he knew, the great hero Jiang Zhi who everyone praised was a lone knight, and the sect leader that everyone feared was the demon king who occupied the mountain, Zhou Heng was not, it made no difference whether martial arts would come to him, he was the monarch in the future, and he would always have a kingly bearing.

Zhou Heng stood in Bailu City, Bailu City did not have a throne, but after all, it was his subordinate. When Zhou Heng was born, Emperor Yongle named him

"Heng", Dongchang and Jinyiwei competed, pinning their hopes on this prince to be able to balance them for a short time, and in fact he did it.

Zhou Heng did not play his cards according to common sense, and all the intrigues and tricks of Song Chuan were not worth mentioning in his eyes, and his tough attitude was domineering and rude to destroy Song Chuan's life's hard work.

Zhou Heng planned this early in the morning, Song Chuan thought that Zhou Heng had walked into his trap, but he didn't expect that he had walked into Zhou Heng's trap, and Zhou Heng had a mind to uproot the Life and Death Sect that threatened Fucheng.

Zhou Heng saw Lu Chuanbai and said, "Mr. Lu is late." Lu Chuanbai struggled to climb out but heard Zhou Heng's cool words, so he didn't smile, turned his head and saw his old enemy Cui Gonggong, Cui Gonggong gave the owl a smooth hair, the snow-white owl rubbed Cui Gonggong's palm affectionately, Cui Gonggong raised the willow eyebrows and said;

"Long time no see, Mr. Lu. "Jin Yiwei and Dongchang are in Bailu City, but the well water does not interfere with the river water, and the two leaders have met symbolically, but Cui Gonggong and Lu Chuanbai have not dealt with each other much.

Lu Chuanbai and the people in Dongchang were disgusted, he hated this group of people who were neither men nor women the most, and said, "What is Grandpa Cui doing here?" Grandpa Cui stroked his hanging hair, pinched an orchid finger, and said: "Your Highness is afraid that Mr. Lu will not be able to afford it alone." Lu Chuanbai just wanted to refute, thinking that his performance just now could indeed be regarded as a disadvantage for the protector, so he only snorted coldly.

Zhou Heng looked at Rama on the altar and said, "It's too late for you to let go now." "Rama has been defeated, and the power of the Cult of Life and Death is not enough to compete with the imperial court at the moment.

Song Chuan was staring at him, and the sect members in the woods were also staring at him. They are all faintly worried, this is their hard work for many years, and tens of thousands of people have died in order to achieve this goal for generations, is it going to be ruined?

They looked at Rama and needed an instruction. Rama's kind appearance finally couldn't hold back, he clenched his fists, and his expression gradually became fierce.

He didn't lose, he hasn't lost yet, he's only one step away from success, he can't lose. Rama stepped on the altar, and ten thousand white bones were buried in the underground palace under the altar.

Rama stretched out his arms, as if drawing strength from above, and shouted, "Death is eternal life!" No one but the congregation could understand this roar, and the congregation in the forest understood the secret signal, and followed frantically: "Death is eternal life!" They were more powerful in action, and the crowd carried a kind of extreme madness.

Rama's encouragement allowed them to find the right direction, and they went incognito for the Ten Thousand Corpses Array, and this was the moment for chatting.

They lived a normal life for a few years, some of them already had wives and children, some of them had friends, some of them had their own businesses, but these things were not worth mentioning compared to the teachings.

The things in this life are like nothing, they want to be free from the suffering of samsara, what is the point of life? The peddlers, the peasant women, the beggars have all become the same people at this time, they are the most terrible enemies underneath, because they don't want to die.

Zhou Heng knew that they had completely fallen into madness, and said sharply: "Kill!" Zhou Heng gave an order, and before Lu Chuanbai could tell his subordinates, they couldn't wait to carry out the prince's order, and at that moment, Lu Chuanbai understood that Zhou Heng was unusual.

Dongchang and Jinyiwei went out to fight with the sect members in the forest. The owl flapped its wings and flew high, looking coldly at the scene in the forest, and through the eyes of this bird, blood flowed from the ground.

The lanterns in the hands of the congregants were scattered on the ground, and soon the grass and trees were ablaze, and the fire spread on the battlefield, illuminating the ground red.

The brocade guard in the flying fish suit, the father-in-law of Dongchang in the eunuch suit, and the ordinary-looking sect members, they all became the same people at this time, and their faces were hideous and they fought each other.

Someone was stopped and separated without knowing that he was dead, and his upper body was still waving his arms wildly. Someone tried to run away, but he couldn't, and as soon as he stepped out, he was grabbed by the ankle by the mad man behind him and dragged back to the battlefield.

No one is innocent in this war, and no one is spared. The smell of blood permeated the air, severed fingers, rolling heads, if there was a real Ten Thousand Corpses Array in this world, it must be now.

Jin Ling's eyes were red, she didn't show weakness, she quickly cleaned up the people around Zhou Heng. This is her agreement with Zhou Heng, leave things to Zhou Heng to do, and Jin Ling should not move forward.

Jin Ling was brought up by Fu Cheng, she is professional enough, and she is no stranger to facing such a scene. Jin Ling's Emei pierced a Rao's neck, and Grandpa Cui took a look at the girl and said, "The girl's kung fu is good." Jin Ling didn't know him, and he wasn't happy after hearing it, and he wanted to use you?

Cui Gonggong practiced the Soul Breaking Claw, and when he went down, the sound of brittle bones made people's scalps numb, and he was bored with himself, and he was not angry.

There was a scuffle below, and Rama on the altar hastened his steps, and he lit the altar with a torch, and the tongue of fire spread rapidly to enclose the altar in the center.

Fu Cheng's half-closed eyes reflected the shape of the flames, and his face was still expressionless, as if he didn't know what his fate was.

Rama was extremely calm, as if he was going to burn the city alive, and there were words in his mouth, back and forth were those few words, life is like a dream, life is like a dream...... Zhou Heng saw that Rama was pulling out the golden needle on the top of Fucheng's head, and shouted: "Stop!" A sect member rushed towards Zhou Heng, it was the person who caught the fast appearance, Zhou Heng simply snatched the knife and killed people, he walked towards Fucheng step by step, and Song Chuan cut off his path, looking at him gloomily, if Song Chuan's hatred had substance, he could cut Zhou Heng with a thousand knives at this moment, and said: "Stop." Zhou Heng was dragged by Song Chuan, and it was Lu Chuanbai who was standing next to the altar, so Zhou Heng could only nod to Lu Chuanbai and said, "Rama is handed over to you." "Lu Chuanbai just solved a sect member who was stabbed in the back, and he handed over the heart to me, and Zhou Heng really used him as a thug.

But at this moment, Liu Xitian had already gone towards Rama without a backbreak, and happened to interrupt Rama's movements.

Liu Xitian alone is not Rama's opponent, and he was beaten back after fighting Rama once. Lu Chuanbai gritted his teeth, pressed his palm against Liu Xitian's turbulent momentum, and said, "If you want to die, you can die far." Liu Xitian smiled at Lu Chuanbai and said, "Thank you Zongqi." Lu Chuanbai wanted to thank himself, because Rama's trick would come soon, and Lu Chuanbai and Liu Xitian together could only delay time, and this was not someone they could deal with.

Zhou Heng's gaze retracted from Lu Chuanbai's side, sneered, and said, "Gonggong Cui, the sword is coming!" As soon as Zhou Heng's words fell, a sword was thrown at Zhou Heng, Zhou Heng jumped into the airspace, and steadily caught the long sword, which was a good weapon made of dark iron.

For Fu Cheng and Xu Yunqi, it may not matter what the weapon is, but for most people, a sharp weapon is invincible.

Zhou Heng held the Xuantie Sword in his hand and said, "Song Chuan, once again, if you want to die, I can help you." "Song Chuan wanted to die in the hands of Fu Cheng, but Zhou Heng didn't let him get his wish, it was a dirty hand for Fu Cheng.

Song Chuan shook out a soft sword from his wrist and said, "I never know what Fu Cheng likes about you, you are not worthy of him." "Even if Zhou Heng is the crown prince, he is not worthy of Fucheng.

Fucheng should not have seven emotions and six desires, Zhou Heng defiled him, stained him black, and crossed his path to becoming a god.

Zhou Heng's sword pointed directly at Song Chuan's vital point, and said, "It's your business." "Zhou Heng's swordsmanship has been dialed by Fu Cheng, which is faster, more accurate and more ruthless.

Now, what Fushiro once taught was finally starting to feed back to him. Song Chuan cultivates Fangshu, quietly approaches the enemy and then assassinates in one fell swoop, he can threaten Zhou Heng in the dark dungeon, but Fangshu has no room for this kind of kung fu at this time, he is more inclined to assassinate, and once he faces the enemy face-to-face, he loses all advantages.

As soon as Song Chuan's soft sword was entangled, it was directly broken by Zhou Heng. Song Chuan was defeated in the face of Zhou Heng's swordsmanship, he gritted his teeth and parried, he was good at light skills, he should run away by chaos, Zhou Heng couldn't catch up with him, but he didn't, he was a pious martyr, and running away was a coward's behavior, and he could not die for the purpose.

As long as Zhou Heng's pace is slowed down, everything is still in time. Song Chuan's left leg was slashed again, and he was short but immediately counterattacked.

Song Chuan received a slap on the back, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, but did not retreat. Song Chuan's wrist was cut and he could barely hold the sword in his hand, but he didn't kneel.

Zhou Heng's palm wind hit, Song Chuan was hit by a blow, staggered a few steps backwards, and before he could get up to fight again, he was pressed to the ground by the angry Zhou Heng, and at the same time, the Xuantie sword pierced through his chest, nailing his whole person to the ground along with his heart.

At this time, the thunder suddenly started, and it was about to rain. At this time, the thunder suddenly started, and it was about to rain. Song Chuan looked at the sky, and he thought of the time when he reunited with Fucheng.

It was also raining, and he disguised himself as a scholar, and put a few of his books on the ox cart, and drove a little silly.

However, it suddenly rained, and the road became muddy, and his feet slipped, rolling down with the books in the car.

He wasn't that stupid, and he was able to do it because he saw Fucheng. Sure enough, he attracted Fu Cheng's attention, and Fu Cheng supported his sliding ox cart with one hand and said, "Heart." That was the first time Fu Cheng talked to him, and a sentence of heart made Song Chuan miss him for a lifetime.

Song Chuan saw the fire cloud pattern on the other party's forehead, his heart was pounding, Fu Cheng's appearance had not changed much, and the lines of his face were even sharper than ever.

Fu Cheng came over and picked up his ox cart, put the wet books one by one, and put them into his wooden box.

Fu Cheng helped him push the cart for a while, and the two walked to a pavilion to shelter from the rain. At that time, not long after Fucheng was expelled from the division, Song Chuan participated in the plan to assassinate Elder Tang of Zhengxuanshan, and the news of the resurgence of the Life and Death Sect was also released by him.

Fu Cheng saw the secret documents on Xu Yunqi's desk, and naturally returned to Bailu City after being expelled from the division.

Song Chuan knew early on that Fucheng would come back, but when he really saw it, his heart was still beating like a drum. In the rain shelter, it was raining heavily outside, and it seemed that only Fu Cheng and him were left in the ground.

He looked at the man in front of him greedily, six years, he thought about him for six years. When Song Chuan always liked to look at Fu Cheng, not everyone in the Ten Thousand Corpses Array was as eager to break free from the cage as Fu Cheng, and some people enjoyed themselves in this formation, Song Chuan was one of them.

Song Chuan has not lived a normal life, when you listen to a kind of word for a long time, you will think that this is the only real world, he takes it for granted that he believes in the doctrine and is willing to dedicate his life.

Song Chuan has been working hard to become an evil god, although he doesn't understand what that means. Until there was a Song Chuan who met Fucheng, he saw Fucheng killing, he saw the cold eyes of young Fucheng, and looked at each other with contempt, the dead people are not worth mentioning.

At that time, Song Chuan knew that Fucheng would always become his god one day. In the Ten Thousand Corpses Array, Fu Cheng is out of place, he is so powerful that people are afraid, Fu Cheng has a destructive power on his body, which will attract all the attention.

Song Chuan even expected Fu Cheng to be the one who broke everything. But Fucheng never looked at him, and he was always hanging out with a man named Daze.

Fu Cheng noticed the scholar's gaze, and when he turned around, he saw Song Chuan in tears, Fu Cheng was puzzled: "Hey, isn't it a book, why are you crying?" Song Chuan couldn't stop his tears, he cried like a snot bag.

"Don't cry. Fu Cheng couldn't stand others crying the most, and said, "It's a big deal, I'll compensate you." Song Chuan cried and said, "No, you don't have to pay for it." Fucheng was annoyed when he saw people crying, so he could only ask, "Where are you going?" Song Chuan snorted and said, "Bailu City." Fu Cheng looked at Song Chuan suspiciously, there were not many scholars in Bailu City, and said, "You went to Bailu City to take the exam?" This thing sounded like a joke.

Song Chuan didn't panic, he blinked his eyes and began to lie, "I'll go to my relatives." Fu Cheng said indifferently: "I'll still be going to the exam when you are going to." Song Chuan said in a sullen voice: "I took the exam, I didn't pass the exam, I took the exam for five years, and I only won a show." Song Chuan told Fu Cheng the fabricated experience, Fu Cheng didn't doubt it, Fu Cheng didn't think about it because he didn't care about Song Chuan.

"It's good to study, so what do you want to do in the future?" When the rain was bored, Fu Cheng could only talk to Song Chuan.

Song Chuan thought about it seriously, no one had ever asked him this question, he seemed to be facing a difficult problem.

He could have made up a lie to Fu Cheng, but he wanted to tell Fu Cheng what was in his heart.

Fu Cheng just asked casually, but he didn't expect the other party to think about it for so long, just when Fu Cheng thought he wouldn't answer, Song Chuan said: "I want to be a calligrapher and painter." Song Chuan racked his brains and finally thought of an answer, he was born Danqing Kung Fu, if he was not born in the Life and Death Sect, he should have a painting in the future.

"Selling calligraphy and paintings. "Fucheng doesn't know calligraphy and painting, and he doesn't understand the twists and turns of the literati, but he always feels that it is also excellent to have a painting room.

Fu Cheng said: "It's very good." In the first year, Song Chuan only dared to look at Fucheng from afar, he didn't dare to approach him too rashly, Fucheng would be wary of the people around him.

Until one day, when Fu Cheng was on the street, he passed by Qianzhuang and saw a bunch of thugs punching and kicking around a person.

The scholar had no power to fight back, so he could only cover his head and look submissive.

Fu Cheng didn't want to care about this matter, but later saw Song Chuan being beaten with a blue nose and swollen face, looking like he was half dead.

Fu Cheng still couldn't help but push away the person next to him, and said to Song Chuan, "Can you get up?" Song Chuan was lying on his back, and he saw a hand, looked up along the slender hand, and saw the red fire cloud pattern again.

Fu Cheng didn't smile at him, his eyebrows furrowed, and he was a little impatient. Fu Cheng pulled Song Chuan up, and the boss of the money village was not very happy, and said: "You want to run away because you imitate the silver ticket of our Chase Silver Village?" Fu Cheng said to Song Chuan: "You are quite powerful, you can imitate the silver ticket." Song Chuan's face was flushed, and he couldn't tell whether Fu Cheng was praising him or hurting him.

Fu Cheng said to the boss: "I will compensate you for how much he imitated." The boss also beat up, and he was angry, and he didn't have time to be angry with Song Chuan, so he took the money and said viciously to Song Chuan: "Don't let me see you, watch it once in the future." Song Chuan stood in place, the boss spit in his face, and he didn't hide, just clenched his fists.

After the boss left, Song Chuan said to Fu Cheng: "Thank you." ”

"Thank you, wipe your face first," Fu Cheng said, "I want to pay it back." Song Chuan stammered a little and said, "I'...... I can't afford it yet. Fu Cheng said: "You pay it back slowly, I'm not in a hurry." Fu Cheng helped him to sit down in the grass shed where herbal tea was sold, and then drank the tea slowly, saying, "What about your distant relatives?" Song Chuan's heart was a little warm, Fu Cheng still remembered him, and even remembered his casual lies.

Song Chuan lowered his head and said, "My sister-in-law doesn't like me." Fu Cheng didn't have the concept of a sister-in-law, and he knew that he was annoying when he looked at Song Chuan's appearance, and Fu Cheng had a little sympathy for him, because Fu Cheng didn't like people wherever he went, so he said: "I live in Liuyin Lane, remember to come to me when you pay back the money." "After Fu Cheng paid for the tea, he left.

Song Chuan looked at the tea money on the table, thinking that you gave too much, and then thought about it, the extra money was probably for Song Chuan.

There was only one or two taels of silver in total, and now it was still close to Song Chuan's body. Half a year later, Song Chuan went to Liuyin Lane to send money, and rented a room next door to Fucheng and became Fucheng's brother.

The memory of Fu Cheng is vivid and vivid, he has two shallow dimples when he laughs, and he will be embarrassed when he sees Song Chuan crying.

Most of the time, he raised his eyebrows slantedly, as if nothing was worth mentioning. The cold rain hit Song Chuan's face, and it hurt a little.

Is death eternal life, death is eternal life? Why is he so cold? When Song Chuan came back from the dream, there was no smile from Fu Cheng in reality, only Zhou Heng's cold and hard face, and his disgust was overflowing.

A brocade guard died next to Song Chuan, blood splashed on his face, the breath of death was filled all around, and the screams of people and the collision of weapons were in his ears.

Song Chuan fantasized about his death, but he didn't expect to die so cheaply. At the last moment of Song Chuan's life, he exerted all his strength, slowly turned his head, and followed Fu Cheng's figure.

Zhou Heng followed Song Chuan's eyes, Jin Yiwei did not drag Rama, and the golden needle on the top of Fucheng's head had disappeared.

With a click, he broke free from the chains on his wrists and slammed them to the ground. Fu Cheng slowly stood up, but was pulled by the neck ring around his neck, he hesitated slightly, his palm pinched on the neck ring, the neck ring was like scrap metal in Fu Cheng's hand, and after a while, the neck ring broken into two knots was thrown on the ground at will.

The tongue of fire once rolled up his robe, burning his clothes out of a slight curl, sporadic flames swaying on him, but the fire was broken by the rain, Fucheng seemed to be the first time in the world, he looked up, puzzled and touched the rain on his cheek, the spark slowly dimmed, and the fire cloud on Fucheng's forehead was as vivid as fire.

Under the unseen control, Fu Cheng slowly turned around. Fu Cheng looked at the world coldly, his narrow eyes had no temperature at this time, and the red lines on both sides of his cheeks were not washed away by the rain, and he looked strange and abnormal at the moment.

Song Chuan smiled with satisfaction, Fu Cheng was finally about to fall into the devil. Song Chuan laughed maniacally, his efforts were not in vain, the meaning of his life has been achieved, compared to Fucheng, what is his fate?

Zhou Heng turned the Xuantie sword, and the sword body stabbed Song Chuan's chest into a hole, Song Chuan died, and he still smiled before he died.

And Zhou Heng's real threat has just begun. Fu Cheng stood on the altar, with the flames at his feet that had not yet been extinguished, and the whole person was like an evil ghost coming out of the red lotus karmic fire.

But Zhou Heng was thinking, even if it was an evil ghost, this was a ghost with a great sense of beauty. Yes, he even understood at that moment why the people of the Life and Death Sect were willing to exchange ten thousand lives for him to be born in the city.

The rain snaked down Fucheng's knife-like face, and finally converged and fell at the chin, dripping at his feet.

His face was expressionless, sad and joyless, and his eyes were dyed a strange red. He lifted his hand, touched the red mark on his cheek, and pulled out a smile.

When Fu Cheng laughed, there were even dimples on his cheeks, and the evil and demonic energy were magnified in him, and he stood on the altar, looking down on everyone condescendingly.

This is an evil god, and even Zhou Heng can't help but want to kneel down for him and bow his head.