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The reeds on the side of the bridge on the west bank seem to have turned into beautiful objects carved from white jade under the white light. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Ye Tong held the railing tightly, looking at the dazzling light on the lake in the distance, she was shocked and speechless, she knew that the maid knew magic, and she had consulted with the little maid, but she never knew that the maid's real magic ability was so strong.

At this time, it was supposed to be late at night, and she couldn't borrow the light of the sky, she couldn't understand at all, how could the maid release so much light, although she knew that she was the only heir of the Light Divine Throne in the world, and the Xiling Shrine was bent on inviting people back to Momoyama, she still couldn't understand.

No one understood the light on the shore of Yanming Lake at this time, including Ye Su standing on the city wall, but he didn't try to understand the scene in front of him like his sister did.

Looking at the divine light that illuminates the night sky and perceiving the breath of that place, the face of this Zhishouguan descendant is full of pious yearning and shocked and dazed expressions, and mutters, "What pure light." ”

The senior brother standing beside Ye Su also looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, he was not moved, nor did he smile, but his expression was extremely solemn, and he didn't know what he was worried about.

............ Under the snow bridge outside the barracks, the soldiers of the Yulin Army and the cultivators of the Tianshu Office looked in the direction of Yanming Lake in a blank and shocked manner, and the light illuminated the emotions on their faces clearly.

Xu Shi looked up at the beautiful light reflected by the black clouds in the night sky, his movements were extremely heavy, and his wrinkled old cheeks were full of questions.

The second senior brother who was sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge kept his head down most of the time from day to night, and at this time he finally raised his head and looked at the light at Yanming Lake, showing a sincere smile very rarely.

Then he looked at Xu Shi and said, "This is a miracle. ”

Although this is not a miracle created by the Dushan Sect, but a miracle is a miracle, after Master Yan Se and the Great Priest of Light died together, the second senior brother climbed the nameless mountain, watching the little maid holding the ashes into the urn, feeling pity, I always feel that a miracle will happen to the little maid in the future.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to debate and argue with the most respected elder brother.

Tonight he finally saw the miracle that happened to the maid, and he began to smile.

In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, Shen Nian's body is covered with ten thousand pieces of snow like cicada wings, looking like a Buddha statue carved from ice and snow.

After Tianshenhui appeared on the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes, and the thin snow fell from his eyes, and many complicated emotions appeared in his gentle but resolute eyes.

Those emotions are compassion, peace, struggle, and finally admiration.

The cicada chirping, which had been faint and silent in the winter forest, also changed at this time, and the rhythm of the cicada's voice strangely showed a cold and disgusting mood, but the tone seemed to be somewhat satisfied.

In the pavilion outside the Snow Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Li Yin, looking at the light that suddenly lit up the night sky in the south, his right hand, which was brushing his beard, trembled suddenly, pulled off several long beards, and showed an incredible look on his face.

The Wuzen master standing next to the snow bell looked at the direction of Yanming Lake, opened his lips slightly, and a sigh turned into a compassionate Buddha name, and his palm seemed to unconsciously slap on the clock face.

The thin snow on the ancient clock broke inch by inch and slid down the clock face to the ground.

The melodious and solemn sound of the bell is carried into the distance in the dark night like day.

At this time, the world in the eyes of the maid is white.

Pure and immaculate white.

That's the color of light.

Her gaze did not stay in those pure divine glow worlds, but silently looked at the back on the snow lake, feeling the message transmitted by that telekinesis.

The telekinesis was summoning desperately, so greedy, so hungry, and even a little panicked, like a devil who wanted to devour her flesh and blood.

The maid clearly felt this meaning, but she did not panic, in the midst of the burning celestial radiance, she calmly opened her spiritual world to Xu Chen on the other side of the telekinesis.

Some consciousness has long become the instinct of the maid, her spirit, her flesh and blood, her divine radiance, her life, everything she has, is hers and Xu Chen, she can share it with him without hesitation, or give it to him, in this case, why fear?

She is Xu Chen's destiny, and Xu Chen is also her destiny, so I will give you as much as you want, even if it is everything, whatever you want, I will give you anything, even if it is life.

If the relationship between a practitioner and his natal life is a bosom friend, Xu Chen and the maid are the first-class bosom friends in the world, not mountains and flowing water, but pots and pans, their joys, sorrows, and joys, their hearts, their lives and deaths, they don't need to try to understand each other, they naturally understand each other.

If the relationship between a cultivator and his natal life is intimate, Xu Chen and the maid are the two closest people in the world, they have eaten and slept together since childhood, slept on their feet in the scorching heat, and warmed themselves together in the cold winter.

It seems that all this has been predestined for a long time.

There seems to be a way to connect in the dark.

At this time, the maid burned the heavenly god with her life, and she had to follow the passage in the underworld to pass it to that person.

The breath between heaven and earth suddenly became quiet.

In the light, the maid's face was snow-white, her brows were furrowed, and she seemed to be in great pain, but there was a smile on her face.

The blazing celestial glow on her body suddenly condensed into a bundle and shot towards the bottom of the cliff, forming a bridge of light, connecting Yanming Mountain and Yanming Lake.

Endless celestial radiance, through this bridge of light, through the cold wind on the snow lake, continuously poured into Xu Chen's body, making the Pu knife he held shine brightly!

The Heavenly Divine Radiance that came to his face made Ximen Wang's pupils shrink suddenly, but in a very short moment, he was burned until he gradually turned yellow, revealing a look of shock and fear.

He felt that this was not the Heavenly Divine Radiance of Haoran's anger, but the real Heavenly Divine Radiance, the kind of power he feared the most, although he had already betrayed the Demon Sect and taken refuge in the Dao Sect, he was still afraid.

Countless celestial rays of light spat out from the blade of the sword, enveloping Ximen Wang's body, and these flames of light that should have been solemn and merciful seemed so cold at this time, mercilessly burning his body and spirit.

These Divine Radiance Flames were like Xu Chen's own Divine Radiance at this moment, so he was not affected in any way, his blade was sharp, and he slashed forward with a dazzling blazing flame!

This knife is the knife he is most familiar with, and it is also the simplest knife technique, without any fancy moves, just from top to bottom, but it is also his most powerful knife. On the shore of Subi Lake, he cut off the heads of countless horse thieves in this way, and at the side gate of the Dushan Sect, he cut Liu Yiqing into waste with one sword.

The iron spear in Ximen Wang's hand could no longer withstand the power of the Haoran Qi on the sword body, as well as the burning and purification of the Heavenly Divine Radiance, and it collapsed with a crisp sound, breaking into two!

The blade continued to go down.

Ximen Wang shouted violently, like thunder exploding on the snow lake, only to see his iron hands slamming forward with the momentum of a railing bridge, and forcibly sandwiched Xu Chen's knife in his fist!

The huge impact of Ximen Wang's fists was transmitted along the blade of the knife to the hilt, and then to Xu Chen's body, but he seemed to be unaware, lowered his head and pursed his lips, and continued to press without saying a word!

Spouting the blade of the Celestial Radiance, scorching Ximen Wang's fist, it moved slowly and inexorably downward, getting closer and closer to his thin pale face.

Facing the imminent death, Ximen Wang let out a crazy howl, made a final effort, lifted the seriously injured foot, and kicked it violently towards Xu Chen's waist and abdomen!

Even if Ximen Wang kicked Xu Chen, he could no longer block Xu Chen's blade and those heavenly rays on the blade, but he still did it, because he wanted Xu Chen to die with him.

However, he was not able to do it, even if it was destroyed.

At the moment when he kicked Xu Chen's waist with his toes, a breath spread down his leg to Ximen Wang's body, entered his sea of knowledge, and finally turned into an extremely thick smell of blood in his mouth and nose.

Ximen Wang was familiar with that breath, because he had felt it before.

He was unfamiliar with the breath, for he hadn't felt it in years.

The breath that turned into a thick smell of blood was so indifferent, and so lofty and vast, as if standing in the far sky and looking at him condescendingly.

Then Simon Wang heard a cicada chirping.

The cicadas he heard in the palace during the day, he thought it was an auditory hallucination.

The cicadas he heard when he stepped into Yanming Lake at dusk felt like a real illusion.

At this point, before he died, he heard the cicada chirping again, and this time he confirmed that it was true.

Xu Chen was kicked directly and fell heavily into the snow, he struggled to prop up his body, and wanted to get up and make up for Ximen Wang, but no matter how he struggled, it was in vain, so he had to sit in the snow with a breath.

A knife cut appeared on Simon Wang's body, this one was very straight, starting on his forehead, and then extending downward, cutting his nose and lips, chest and abdomen.

Blood seeped out along the flesh that bloomed at the edge of the knife, tonight's battle was too fierce, he had already shed too much blood, and the remaining blood in his body at this time could only seep out, looking more and more miserable.

Ximen Wang did not fall, and looked down at the deep blood on his chest, this knife wound may not be fatal to him at his peak, but it is not something he can bear at this time.

The surrounding celestial glow, for some reason, did not disappear, but continued to burn, the cold lake water seemed to have turned into lamp oil, the snow seemed to have turned into coal, and the entire Yanming Lake seemed to be burning, emitting dazzling light, shining everything on the lake clearly.

Under the divine light, Simon looked at the knife on his chest, knowing that death was imminent, he slowly let go of his hand, and let the two severed guns fall, splashing the snowflakes.

The bell ringing in the palace in the distance finally came to Yanming Lake.

Simon looked up at the place where the bell rang, wondering if he was thinking about his sister.

The bell rings again.

A buzz rang out from his burly body, and countless fine gravels splattered out of his body and scattered in all directions, as if they were dust that he had hidden for decades.

Melodious bells continue to ring, echoing in the quiet capital.

Plop puff puff!

Ximenwang's body made a series of muffled sounds, the surface suddenly sagged, and in some places it was raised high, broken bones, and the marks looked like they had been smashed by someone with a fist.

These are Don's fists.

In the series of assassinations on the wasteland, Tang risked death, fought with serious injuries, and broke Ximenwang's armor with a bloody knife, leaving more than a dozen fist intent on his body.

In the past few days, Ximen Wang used his majestic true qi and terrifying realm to forcibly suppress these fist intent injuries, and at this time, the Heavenly God Hui melted the meridian crystal wall in his body, so he couldn't suppress these fist intents, so he burst out in an instant at this moment.

The injuries that he had suppressed with the Demon Sect's secret method before also erupted again, and countless wounds reappeared on his skin, and the picture looked extremely weird.

Before dying, it has to be said that it is a very cruel thing to re-experience the injuries and pains that you have suffered in the past.

Ximenwang's internal organs were all shattered, and it could even be said that they had become rotten things.

There wasn't much blood in his muscles, and there was still a lot of blood in his internal organs, so Ximen Wang began to cough up blood, with a thick black blood, surging down his esophagus, trachea, into his mouth, and then overflowing his lips.

Ximen Wang stood in the snow, coughing up blood and laughing.

Xu Chen sat in the snow and was silent for a long time, and then laughed as well.

The smiles of the two people have completely different meanings.

On the side of the cliff of Yanming Mountain, the maid sat in the snow, looking extremely weak, she looked at the picture on the lake in the distance, and knew that Xu Chen didn't want to laugh at all at this time, he definitely wanted to cry.

Thinking of this, her heart was sour, and she began to cry.

Cool tears kept flowing on her slightly dark face, but they couldn't wash away the smile that gradually appeared.

It was a joy to be had, and she hummed softly.

People are dying, the morning has not come, and the night is still cold.

The snow lake is extremely bright, and the celestial glow continues to burn in the residual snow on the ice surface and the lake water, releasing clumps of water vapor, and you can faintly hear the sound of gradually boiling, like a morning hot spring in the fog.

Ximen Wang was covered in blood, his scattered white hair was glued into a willow-like shape by blood, he looked at Xu Chen, his dim eyes were full of deep puzzlement, and he whispered hoarsely: "You were only four years old at that time...... Hate this ...... Something is not easy for a four-year-old to remember, do you really hate me that much?"

The cold wind blew on his face, and the smile on Xu Chen's face gradually disappeared, and he said a few words.

"The four years I spent in the capital as a child were the happiest times in my previous life and in this life, when I didn't have to think about anything, I didn't have to learn anything, I just needed to enjoy the pampering of my parents, play with my playmates, and secretly read the general's books, but unfortunately those times were ruined by you. ”

"I've lived a pretty good life in the eyes of others over the years, but only I know how painful and unhappy it is to work hard every day to live, so of course I hate you"

"No matter what I do all these years, it is impossible for the housekeeper and young master who I killed in the firewood room back then to be resurrected, the dead in the general's mansion cannot be resurrected, my parents cannot be resurrected, and it is impossible for me to come back to my best days...... Then no one or anything can stop me from killing you, I want them to know that it is cost-effective for me to swing that knife, and I want you to know that I am avenging my parents, my father's name is Lin Tao, and my mother's name is Li Sanniang. ”

Ximen looked down at the knife wound in his chest and abdomen, and suddenly asked, "How does it feel to have revenge?"

Xu Chen said: "It feels good. ”

Ximen Wang raised his head and said with a slight feeling, "What kind of feeling is that?"

"I can't say what it's like, but it's just very relaxed, and I always feel that after you die, the world will be different, and I'm not the same person I used to be in the past fifteen years. ”

Xu Chen thought for a moment and said, "I understand why I feel relaxed. Because after you die, I can have more time to write books and earn money, instead of having to write a lot of boring talismans every night; ”

"After you die, I will still practice, but no longer just to make myself stronger, as I have done in the past years, but simply to have interests and hobbies or to satisfy my desire to seek the truth; after you die, I can no longer always stare at your back as I did in the past, waiting to fight you in Weicheng or the capital, I can go to the Great River of the Southern Jin Dynasty, go to the Temple of the East China Sea, and see the world and the people living in this world. ”

He looked at Ximen Wang and said seriously: "After you die, I don't have to think about killing you anymore, so that I can get real freedom and do what I want to do." ”

Ximen Wang laughed, his laughter was very sad, and his expression was very strange.

"Freedom, ......"

Ximen looked at Xu Chen's eyes full of pity and mockery, and said, "As a disciple of the righteous path, you have fallen into the demons deeply, so if I betrayed the Demon Sect back then...... You have already walked my old path, and you are destined to struggle to survive in the gap between light and darkness, where you can be truly free, and naturally there is no happiness. ”

Xu Chen used Pu Dao as a crutch, supported his weak body, stood up with difficulty, looked at Ximen Wang and said, "Dushan Sect is not Mingzong, and I am not you. ”

People who don't have an in-depth understanding of the Dushan Sect can't understand the true attitude of the Dushan Sect, especially Xuanwei, towards the Demon Sect, and Xu Chen has never worried about becoming the male protagonist in the story.

"It's true that the Dushan Sect is not a Ming Sect, with a subtle mind, where would you care about what your disciples practice, but you are indeed not me, you don't ...... at all It's not human. ”

The light in Simon Wang's eyes, which was already dim like a firefly that would be cold to death by the cold wind at any time, became bright at this time, and said sharply: "You are the son of the Hades!"

Fifteen years ago, the Shrine of Light believed that the son of Hades was born in the General's Mansion and instructed Ximen Wang to purge it, which is why there are so many stories and tonight's bloody battle.

When Ximen Wang was dying, he recalled the doubts in the battle tonight, and the dead predecessors who did not show up but arrived at the scene through Xu Chen became more and more convinced of this judgment.

He looked at Xu Chen and laughed weirdly, and cursed viciously: "Heaven is above, you, the son of the Hades King, will one day be burned to ashes by the Heavenly God Hui like me." ”

"I am the son of Hades, which probably makes you more accepting of the fact that you died at my hands...... Unfortunately, I don't have anything to do with Hades. ”

Xu Chen said: "And each of us will eventually die, and we will all be burned to ashes by the Celestial Radiance, so your curse has no meaning to me." ”

"You're really not the son of Hades?"

Ximen Wang muttered: "You are not the son of Hades, how can you escape from the capital so young? If you are not the son of Hades, how can you cross the border to defeat me, how can I die today?"

His cheeks were like a withered willow tree split by thunder and lightning, wrinkled to the extreme, full of incomprehensible and unwilling emotions, if Xu Chen was not the son of Hades, how could he have such great luck, such an incredible opportunity, to be able to cross the border to challenge and kill his powerful self?

Unstoppable, General Ximen Wang, who has been tyrannical and tyrannical for decades, looked like an old man who was spitting at the entrance of the village looking for the thief who kicked open the widow's door last night.

Then he raised his head, looked at Xu Chen, and said bitterly, "I don't want to die." ”

Xu Chen said: "I want you to die." ”