Zhou Heng was able to control his emotions, but he couldn't control his face, and his face turned pale as early as the moment he saw Fu Cheng.

And Song Chuan had a strange pleasure, he had long been tired of seeing Zhou Heng looking high, and any blow to him made him happy.

Song Chuan let go of Zhou Heng, he knelt on the ground, and said, "Lord, I brought it." "The man who Song Chuan called the lord was dressed in a snow-white robe, his hair was gray, he was old, and his white clothes and white head made him look spotless.

His appearance makes people feel quite affectionate, and if you don't meet him here, you should be someone who you can't help but want to get close to.

His eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and his smile is kind, like an old man who will tell you stories at the entrance of the village.

He clearly called on a group of believers, but his temperament was extremely soft. The male rao's voice was old and gentle, and he said, "You did a good job." The old man in white said again: "Are you ready?" Song Chuan is the most devout sect member, he has been implementing this idea for decades, and he is convinced, Song Chuan smiled very innocently, and said: "I'd rather die." "The Sect of Life and Death was destroyed, but the Ten Thousand Corpses Formation did not end.

The plan had already started long before Fu Cheng came, and Song Chuan had already killed thousands of his own kind.

But they lack one of the most critical people - Fucheng. In order to lure the city down the mountain, they did not hesitate to go to Zhengxuan Mountain to assassinate Elder Tang, of course Elder Tang was not killed by Fucheng, it was done by the best assassins in the sect, they deliberately tossed the corpse with an ugly face, and sure enough, Fucheng was expelled from the division.

For so many years, Fu Cheng thought he was looking for freedom, but he never escaped the clutches of the Life and Death Sect.

For Fucheng, the world is like an endless execution ground, and life is a slow process of torture, no matter how you escape, it will not help.

Song Chuan was ordered to lurk beside Fu Cheng, in order to follow Fu Cheng at this moment, while keeping his distance.

Secretly assassinated his kind, and finally died under the sword of Fucheng today. They went around and around for so long, just to finish what they didn't do that year, everyone died, and the last survivor was Song Chuan, as long as Fucheng killed Song Chuan, this game could be completely over.

Life is going round and round, and they are pursuing a closed loop. Song Chuan grew up in the Sect of Life and Death, and dedicated his life to this moment.

After the old man in white and Song Chuan finished answering, he looked at Zhou Heng again, feeling that the other party was rare and calm, he thought that Zhou Heng would be hysterical, but he didn't, he neither stepped forward to call Fucheng's name, nor was he stupid enough to assassinate himself.

The old man in white looked at Zhou Heng, but he couldn't see anything, this person was very good-looking, feminine and cold.

Zhou Heng stood under the altar, but his momentum was not short, and the old man in white smiled gently: "It is worthy of the person that Wu Thirteen has a crush on." ”

"Don't call him that. Zhou Heng felt disgusted, he knew who was here, and said, "What did you do to him?" The old man in white said, "I'll let him be himself better." "Deprived Xu Yunqi of the morality and righteousness imposed on Fu Cheng by the stinky Taoist priest, and turned into Wu Thirteen, who only knew how to fight.

Zhou Heng understood what the other party meant, and asked, "Are you the sect leader?" The sect leader is already dead, dead in front of Fu Cheng and Xu Yunqi, the sect leader is really resurrected?

Or is someone deliberately playing a trick?

"Me?" the old man in white smiled and said, "I'm Rama." "Rama? Zhou Heng once heard Fucheng mention the matter of the Life and Death Sect, and Rama is rumored

"Guide", all children are the guide choice. The guide does not have blood on his hands, as if his status in the religion is insignificant, but it determines the fate of each Rao.

Back then, Xu Yunqi took the lead in annihilating the Life and Death Sect, but there would always be a few fish that slipped through the net, and it seemed that this Rama was one of them.

Rama didn't pay attention to Zhou Heng anymore, for him to come to Zhou Heng was just a part of the completion of the ceremony, far less important than Fucheng.

Now that everyone had come, Rama did not delay much. Everyone knew that the more they delayed, the worse it was, and the cultists in the forest took up their weapons, the peasants took up their hoes, the woodcutters took out their sickles, and the women took out their catches.

Rama was surrounded by a serving subordinate who carried something in his hand, a white porcelain bowl and a dagger.

Rama stretched out two hands, his hands did not match Lao Rao's face very well, his face was full of wrinkles, and his hands were like they had been soaked in vinegar, they were unusually soft, not with a sword, it looked like he had not touched any heavy objects.

Zhou Heng has been in the palace for many years, and he has seen pampered concubines, and those female hands are too rough compared to Rama.

Rama made a cut on his hand with a dagger, and he seemed to be a person who was extremely afraid of pain, but he showed a painful expression even though it was just a wound.

Blood fell into the white porcelain bowl, and a moment later, he walked towards Fucheng with his knife.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Heng's face changed suddenly, and before he finished speaking, Song Chuan's dagger pressed against his neck.

Song Chuan sent the dagger forward, the blade next to Zhou Heng's artery, and said, "Don't act rashly." Song Chuan looked at everything in front of him almost crazy, he rarely comforted Zhou Heng, and said: "Fucheng will not be affected, they are forming a blood alliance." Zhou Heng's face turned pale and saw that Fu Cheng's hand was also cut, and the blood was mixed with Rama's blood.

The viscous plasma swayed gently in the white porcelain bowl, becoming more and more viscous as if by magic, and finally took on the state of rice cereal.

Rama looked at Fucheng, his hands trembled a little, it was difficult for him not to feel awe in the face of Fucheng, he stretched out two fingers and dipped them in the blood in the white porcelain bowl.

At this moment, the cultists in the forest suddenly went crazy, and they hit the ground with their weapons, and the sound of four-cornered bells rang out from nowhere.

The congregation seemed to be performing a sacrifice in a deep mountain tribe, and they looked at the altar feverishly. If Rama had asked them to cut open their hearts with a knife at this time, they would not have hesitated in the slightest.

Rama heard the voices of the congregation, as if he had absorbed the nourishment from these fanatical hymns, and his face became ruddy, and he did not know if it was an illusion, and even the wrinkles were a little lighter.

He let out a loud cry and poked his two fingers in Fu Cheng's face. Rama raised his two fingers together, like an invisible knife, obviously just smearing, but Zhou Heng felt like he was killing someone.

"Life is like a dream, life and death are impermanent. It was a long time before Rama read out a sentence from his neighbor, and as soon as the words fell, the blood-stained finger made a bloody mark on Fu Cheng's right cheek.

Rama drew a finger, pointed his fingertips straight at the sky, and with a bang, a thunderclap exploded.

"Abandon the red dust, the faceless divine sword. Rama's voice was old and hoarse, and his seemingly easy movements seemed to be quite draining, his movements were slow and difficult, his fingers sliding, and the left side of Fucheng's face was streaked with blood.

Rama seemed to be unable to bear it, he gasped slightly, his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, Rama's fingers were against Fucheng's chin, but his hands were shaking, and his lips were shaking.

The voices of the cultists became even more frenzied, and Rama's fingers slammed downward, and the blood marks went all the way to the collarbone of Fucheng, as if it was about to split Fucheng's whole person in half.

Rama shouted, "Ten thousand miles of white bones, the soul returns to the nine springs." These three words seemed to consume all his energy, he calmed down, his subordinates came to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead, Rama's fingers poked Fucheng's throat, here is the fragile trachea, and Fucheng's weak breathing can be felt under the thin skin.

The last knife swept horizontally across Fucheng's throat, and Fucheng was split by an invisible knife.

"Evil ghosts fight, evil gods are born!" Zhou Heng watched all this with bated breath, he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but he had to be affected by the strange rituals in front of him.

His heart was touched, and he couldn't help but observe the other party's every move, but Fu Cheng still closed his eyes and didn't react.

With a thud, the white porcelain bowl slammed to the ground, the plasma cracked, and Rama staggered back, only to stand still with the support of his subordinates.

Rama adjusted his breathing, pushed his subordinates away, and looked at his work, Fu Cheng had two blood marks on his face and a cross blood spell on his neck, and now Fu Cheng looked like a messenger from a deep mountain tribe.

Zhou Heng's chest was violently agitated, Rama was just drawing talismans, but every finger seemed to be killing, as if he was holding a knife to carve the things of their life and death teachings on Fu Cheng's body, Zhou Heng felt the same way, and felt like he was pierced on his body.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after only reciting four sentences, Rama seems to be a little older just now, and the wrinkles on his face are even deeper, like a parched earth.

Rama put his palm on Fu Cheng's head and read aloud something that Zhou Heng didn't understand, which sounded like an ancient curse.

After Rama spoke, the congregation also chanted in unison, and the sound seemed to be tangible, and the incantations recited by everyone converged into an invisible force.

The sound of chanting resounded throughout the woods, and the birds were alarmed, flapping their wings, and flying away from this ominous place as if fleeing for their lives.

Overhead, there was a black cloud, like black ink across the sky, almost suffocating. The sound of the four-cornered bell reached a piercing point with the scriptures, Zhou Heng couldn't help but cover his ears and shouted, "Shut up!" No one stopped because of Zhou Heng's voice, the chanting sound became louder and louder, Zhou Heng had to luck suppress the constantly invading magic sound, but he couldn't resist the spells that kept drilling into his ears, like the whispers of the devil.

Life is like a dream, life and death are impermanent. Abandon the red dust, and have no phase divine sword. Thousands of miles of white bones, the soul returns to Jiuquan...... They chanted over and over again, the sound of the bells in the four corners, the frenzied congregation banging on the ground with their weapons, making people unconsciously want to fall into the people in their shadow puppet play, they had no soul, the same fanatical expression, their lips were closed one by one, and they were chanting the same words with the same frequency.

Life is like a dream, life and death are impermanent, abandon the red dust, and have no phase of the sword......

"Evil spirits fight, evil gods are born!" the man shouted, his shout was like a code, and the chanting of the cultists suddenly disappeared.

The sect members looked at Rama, they were extremely nervous, holding their breath, they needed an instruction, instructions from above, Song Chuan looked at the man with a solemn expression, he was a messenger between the earth.

Rama's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and he accepted all the respect from him, he was the messenger of the evil gods, and he was the guide who introduced the evil gods into the world.

Everyone has been waiting for this for too long, no one has been able to do it before, and no one will be able to do it in the future, he was even a little indescribably excited when he said the last sentence, and said: "Evil ghosts fight, evil gods are born!" The sect members seemed to feel a sudden force, they smashed their weapons to the ground more quickly and quickly, and then stared at Zhou Heng together.

Zhou Heng finally broke free from the torture of the demon sound, facing the crazy faces of the sect members, their facial features were almost distorted, but Zhou Heng said: "Me and him, who is the sacrifice?" Zhou Heng could see that they were forcefully completing the ritual that was not completed that year.

"You're smart. Rama looked at Zhou Heng approvingly and said, "No wonder he likes you so much." Rama continued, "First it's B-seven, then there's you. Sure enough, one of the survivors on the stone tablet, Yiqi, was Song Chuan.

Zhou Heng reminded coldly: "Fucheng can't kill people. "Fu Cheng has a demon obstacle in his heart, and he will not suddenly be able to overcome his own shadow.

People are not soulless puppets, even if Zhou Heng stood in front of Fu Cheng and exposed his fragile neck, Fu Cheng still couldn't kill.

Rama's expression was a little lonely, he knew about Fucheng, he felt quite sorry for what happened to Fucheng, Fucheng's knife was like being welded to death in the scabbard, losing its original effect, all of this was caused by Xu Yunqi, but they found a way, and said, "I can let him kill people." By the time Fu Cheng came to his senses and was covered in blood, it was too late.

Zhou Heng laughed when he heard this, thinking that these people from the Life and Death Sect were really crazy, they not only wanted to create a murderous monster, but also tried to control him.

Zhou Heng didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he didn't believe that this move could control Fucheng's mind. What kind of bullshit evil god? Fu Cheng is also a second dog.

Song Chuan said: "What are you laughing at?" Zhou Heng laughed at their ignorance, these people gathered together to daydream that outsiders could see through at a glance, and said: "Do you think this broken thing can control Fucheng? You also look at him too much." Song Chuan also smiled, he looked at Zhou Heng's blind confidence and was not pleasing to the eye, and said, "We have Su Meiniang." On the carriage not far away, Su Meiniang was sitting in it, and Li Jianqing's was outside the carriage

"Kun", Su Meiniang didn't dare to get too far away from Fucheng, it was difficult for her to control this person. At this moment, there are two vertical pupils in her slender and charming eyes, and she looks like a weird cat demon.

Su Meiniang supported the carriage with one hand, her lips opened slightly, and she only repeated one word from beginning to end - kill. Zhou Heng got what he wanted, and said, "It turns out that the soul dementorship was done by Su Meiniang. Zhou Heng looked at Fucheng on the altar, his eyes were half-closed, and he looked quite obedient.

Song Chuan's face was not very good, and he was tricked by Zhou Heng and said, "Shut up." Zhou Heng said: "Are you done with your tricks?" "What is a blood alliance, what evil god is born, it's all nonsense.

Zhou Heng looked at Song Chuan and said, "Are you so willing to die?" No one doesn't want to live, Bai Xiangxiang from Baihua Street just wants to have a dull life.

Song Chuan is a little obsessed, he is a devout believer, and his life has meaning because of the existence of Fucheng, and said: "Death in the hands of Fucheng is not death." "Crazy, a bunch of madmen.

"Then I'll give you a ride. Zhou Heng suddenly became ruthless, he slammed Song Chuan's shoulder with a palm, and actually gave the other party a blink while Song Chuan was not paying attention Song Chuan was still immersed in frenzy, and was hit in the left rib by a blow.

Song Chuan thought that Zhou Heng was a high-ranking person, and people like them were the most desperate. However, in order to escape from his knife, Zhou Heng's fragile neck grazed with the dagger, and a bloody mark was cut on his left neck, only an inch from his throat.

Sacrificing less important things in exchange for important things, such as sacrificing an arm in exchange for a life, this is what Fucheng taught Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng touched his neck, his fingers were stained with blood, compared to Fucheng, this wound was not worth mentioning, and the next moment, Zhou Heng walked towards Rama on the altar and shouted, "Give him back to me." Song Chuan wanted to make another move, but Rama said, "Let him come over." Zhou Heng stepped on the altar and rose into the air, and the wind covered the door of Rama.

The two palms struck, Rama's black robe was filled, he didn't move, and his internal strength was deep enough to stand on the ground and absorb the soil.

Zhou Heng only felt a strong internal force, this person looked at the spring breeze and practiced the spring breeze method. Zhou Heng took three steps back, stood on the edge of the altar, and immediately changed his tactics when this blow failed, and he drew the Western Regions knife in his sleeve and slashed towards his neck with a horizontal slash.

His murderous tricks were taught by Fucheng, and he didn't drag the slightest bit of mud and water.

"Coming back?" Rama thought it was a little funny, and he dodged sideways, the Western Regions knife only slashing at his neckline.

Rama touched his broken neckline, which few people could do, and said, "Your kung fu is taught by the Thirteen Sects." He was obviously asking, but he had already determined his answer, this trick he had seen when Wu Thirteen was fighting.

Zhou Heng was too lazy to talk to him, and the person jumped to Fucheng's side,

"Fu Cheng!" Fu Cheng didn't answer him, Zhou Heng could only forcibly untie him, but as soon as he took the iron chain around his neck, Rama's spring breeze palm came.

Rama's palm phantom was invisible, he grabbed Zhou Heng's arm, Zhou Heng's hand couldn't play, and Rama who was close at hand glared angrily, but Rama smiled and said, "Do you want to know Fucheng's life experience?"

"I don't want to. Zhou Heng knew what Rama had in mind, and talking about these things at this time would only distract Zhou Heng, and the chain in Zhou Heng's hand suddenly threw out like a long snake, and Rama had to let go of his arm when he dodged.

Zhou Heng slashed the chain with one palm, but the chain fans did not move, and Rama had already come, so he could only take a step back.

The two fought on an altar that was only five meters wide, and it was all fist-to-flesh kung fu. Rama said: "I told Wu Thirteen that he was abandoned by his parents in an ominous birth, and I lied to him. Zhou Heng frowned, and the key to the neck ring hung around Rama's neck.

Rama attacked Zhou Heng's lower abdomen with one hand, as if he was deliberately provoking him, and said: "He is the only vein of the fire clan outside the Guanwai, I killed his parents and snatched him over." Zhou Heng was stunned when he heard the news, and was immediately found by Rama, his chest hurt, and the whole person fell off the altar like a kite with a broken string.

Rama looked at him condescendingly, as if looking at a poor worm, and said: "You probably haven't heard of the Fire Clan, the clan is only a hundred people, hiding in the depths of the Great Snow Mountain outside the Guan, the sect is not big, but it also has a little prestige in the local area. Zhou Heng was shot down under the altar, and as soon as he got up and stood still, Rama jumped down with him, not giving Zhou Heng a chance to breathe, and slapped his palm on Zhou Heng's left abdomen, saying: "The fire cloud pattern is not ominous, it is still a symbol of nobility in the local area, and he is the best bloodline in the fire clan." Zhou Heng's left hand was hit hard, and Rama said: "Wu Thirteen is not an unknown person, I have chosen him for many years, I picked him before he was born, I know that he is that person." I killed his parents, imprisoned him for twelve years, and trained him to be a bloodthirsty monster. Rama seemed to have had enough, and gave Zhou Heng the final blow to the chest, saying, "Now you want to rob him with me?" The sect leader died, but the sect leader's will was carried out by the guide.

Zhou Heng covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, he was already overwhelmed by anger. He was red-eyed, if it weren't for the Life and Death Sect, Fucheng should be outside the pass, the fire clan is not big, but he can live outside the pass guarding a piece of land, Fucheng could have grown up safely, he should have been endless, and now he should be a young master, he has good martial arts and a good temper, and he can bask in the sun with a grass hanger.

He can cry when he wants to cry and laugh when he wants, and when he is supported, someone is distressed, and when he is hungry, someone will take care of him. When the time comes, you can find a beautiful daughter-in-law outside the gate, with a round face and big braids, maybe a male daughter-in-law, but as long as Fucheng is happy, it will be fine.

He would have had the opportunity to do these things that ordinary people do, and enjoy the happiness that ordinary people can enjoy. However, fate came to an abrupt end, and Fucheng's life was ruined.

"-I'll kill you!" Zhou Heng suddenly burst out.

"You don't have that ability. "Rama broke Zhou Heng's move within three moves, angry people have no reason to speak of, and their tricks are full of loopholes.

Rama squeezed Zhou Heng's hand, and the Western Regions knife fell to the ground.

"You can't even protect yourself, do you still want to protect him?" Rama's spring breeze palm was only an inch away from Zhou Heng, and when the palm wind urged, Zhou Heng could feel a cold pain, and then he could stop, Rama said: "I really want to kill you, but your life doesn't belong to me." Rama was tired of playing with Zhou Heng, walked back to the altar, and said, "Look at him this time." As soon as Rama's words fell, three life and death masters besieged Zhou Heng.

Rama walked back to Fucheng, and the blood on Fucheng's face had dried up. The ceremony was only one last step away, and Rama's gaze shifted to the golden needle above Fucheng's head.

Rama said to Song Chuan, "You can come over." Song Chuan nodded and walked towards the altar.

"Rama—" Zhou Heng called him. Rama felt that Zhou Heng was a little annoyed, and he kidnapped Zhou Heng because he wanted Fucheng to kill him, completely breaking his thoughts in Hongchen.

Now Zhou Heng was entangled again and again as if he couldn't be killed, Rama turned back impatiently, but when he looked back at Zhou Heng, he was stunned.

"If you want to die, you can die, what are you doing with Fucheng?" Zhou Heng was not afraid of the blade in front of him, his voice was bitterly cold, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

Zhou Heng stood up slowly, his eyes were burning, like a cold caries, he was not looking at Rama, but at an owl on the opposite tree, this forest was weird enough, but the appearance of an owl still seemed extremely abnormal, the owl seemed to be undisturbed, like a saint who had no desires, looking at Zhou Heng with a cold face expressionlessly, and said: "You really want to die, I can help you." Song Chuan was walking towards the altar at that time, and he was surprised in his heart, he didn't expect that at this time, Zhou Heng would be so tough, but looking at Zhou Heng's eyes carefully, he felt that things were not simple.

Zhou Heng looked at Rama on the altar, Rama frowned, Zhou Heng said coldly: "When Song Chuan held me hostage, didn't he tell you who I was?" Rama was stunned for a moment, looking at Song Chuan, Song Chuan's face turned blue, he only heard that Yan Shaokang Zhou Heng was from Kyoto, Yan Shaokang didn't know which big man Zhou Heng was.

Song Chuan was anxious to end the matter, thinking that maybe he was just a prince, and there was no need to report it to Rama to make him worry.

Besides, even so, what can it be? There is only Zhou Heng here. Wait, is Zhou Heng the only one?

Just as he finished speaking, a red figure jumped down from above, landed behind Zhou Heng, and threw out two Emei thorns.

Emei thorn pierced through a Rao's chest, this person was the closest to Zhou Heng, when Jin Ling killed him, his knife was still less than three inches away from Zhou Heng, but now it was pierced in the chest, and it was unbelievable before he died.

When Fu Cheng left, he asked Jin Ling to guard Zhou Heng, and Jin Ling kept his promise. Jin Ling killed a man, but angered the rest of the cultists, and they besieged Jin Ling and Zhou Heng in the middle.

And Jin Ling was not afraid, and looked at Song Chuan coldly, like a beast staring at his enemy. Jin Ling snorted at Song Chuan and said, "The city trusts you so much. Song Chuan felt no guilt when he was stared at by Jin Ling, and he had no feelings for anyone other than Fu Cheng.

Song Chuan smiled, it was just a golden bell, she was the knife behind Fu Cheng, no matter how strong she was, she was just a girl, and she was not enough to be afraid at all.

However, he forgot a crucial problem, with the power of a girl with the golden bell, he could not find this altar at all.

Just as he was thinking this, a scream came from the depths of the jungle, a lantern went out, and a cultist in the south clutched his neck and fell screaming.

This move was a bit too weird, and he didn't even react when this sect member fell, and the sect members around him were obviously holding weapons in their hands, and they didn't know why he died at all, staring at the woods vigilantly.

They swallowed, feeling that danger was imminent. However, there were also members of the church in the west who covered their necks and fell, and they died in the same way, with three wounds in the throat, as if they had been clawed by a large monster, and they didn't even see the murderer.

The cultists believed in ghosts and gods, and they felt creepy at the moment, because people began to die in all directions, east, west, north and south, and no one could do this, and they had never heard this blink when they practiced magic

"Who is pretending to be a ghost?" Song Chuan shouted. As soon as Song Chuan's voice fell, he only heard a burst of laughter that was neither male nor female, giggling, this laughter was very weird, not only laughter, but also the sound of teeth chattering up and down, giggling, laughing Song Chuan's scalp was numb.

"Who is it!" Rama threw a knife at the laughter, the tip of the knife nailed into the tree, and a face that was neither male nor female was revealed next to the knife.

Grandpa Cui's face was revealed, and he exaggerated: "I'm scared to death of our family." The people in the forest were shocked, they didn't feel Grandpa Cui's approach at all, Grandpa Cui whistled, and the owl that Zhou Heng had seen just now obediently flew to his arm and stood still.

The owl's and Cui's feminine face are in stark contrast, both owls are ominous, but this snow-white owl is extremely obedient.

Zhou Heng didn't hand over all the things to Jinyiwei, and at the same time as Fucheng investigated the case, the people of Dongchang also intervened in his father-in-law Zheng Cui raised an owl, as long as Zhou Heng took the special incense pill, it could be found even in the north and south.

Zhou Heng deliberately left alone and followed Song Chuan, just to find out the whereabouts of Fucheng. Zhou Heng deliberately provoked Rama to fight Rama in order to stall for time and wait for Grandpa Cui's assistance.

For Song Chuanlai, things are becoming more and more difficult to control, the appearance of Gonggong Cui is just the beginning, more people from Dongchang appeared in the forest, they surrounded the black-robed people in a group, and only listened to Zhou Heng's order.

Things were expected by Zhou Heng, and they could be exactly the same. Zhou Heng saw Gonggong Cui, and knew in his heart that the overall situation had been decided, he looked at Rama on the altar, and continued the question just now,

"Do you know who I am?" Rama frowned, he had a bad idea. Zhou Heng wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand and sneered: "You can't afford my life." ”