Fan Yao's eyes narrowed and he gave a wry smile. The moment he caught a glimpse of the birdcage, he looked up and seemed to be looking for a way to break through the birdcage - Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" which he had used in front of Gong Nie's treasure house ten years ago.
Having seen it once, he probably knows the effectiveness of the birdcage in trapping enemies.
However, even Fan Yao didn't know that Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" is that "trapping" is only a superficial function. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it traps the enemy or not. For Zheng Xiu, the more important thing is to "trap" the enemy.
he himself.
The moment he entered the birdcage, Zheng Xiu once again felt the disconnection between himself and his heart.
After Zheng Baimei "died", her current status is unknown. Among the incarnations that Zheng Xiu can currently use, only [Zheng Shan] is the most suitable.
【Projection】: Zheng Shan!
[Unbreakable] triggers.
In an instant, Zheng Xiu's appearance seemed to have remained unchanged, but his whole temperament was completely different. He changed from a polite scholar to a muscular painter. All the changes occurred in the blink of an eye. Fan Yao remained silent and his toes were empty.
, and slapped the edge of the birdcage with one palm.
"Lord Governor, what's the rush?"
Zheng Xiu swept across the battlefield with his peripheral vision, and saw that Atulu, a man and a camel, was entangled not far away by Cheng Xiao. There seemed to be magma-like flames flashing on Cheng Xiao's sword, and he didn't know what kind of magic it was.
With such an effect, wherever his knife struck, Atulu's body would emit black smoke, which was extremely terrifying. Atulu screamed in agony. From this, it can be seen that Cheng Xiao and Atulu
The fight was so intense that there was no winner for a while.
"Feel sorry."
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Zheng Xiu muttered to himself. After taking a look at the monk's position, he focused his attention on Fan Yao again. He saw Fan Yao push out with his palm, and in front of his white fingers, the air was slightly distorted, and there was an overwhelming feeling.
Like air waves piled up forward, beating the birdcage into a wave-like shape in the air, and an obvious bulge protruded from the outside of the birdcage.
Zheng Xiu's birdcage seemed vulnerable, and Fan Yao looked happy, but before he could use his second palm, the "blood bars" suddenly transformed into countless sharp blades and struck at Fan Yao.
"Damn it!"
Fan Yao shook his big cloak, moved a thousand pounds four or two, counterbalanced it with gentle strength, and rotated to remove the bloody sharp blade.
At this time, Zheng Xiu no longer held back, and the wound on his wrist was constantly gushing blood. In other words, in the state of "heavy bleeding", his "ink" could be said to be a steady stream. In the blink of an eye, the pen was written into a painting. A handle resembled a strange object.
The long knife of San [Broken Moon] is as illusory as it is held in the hand. The ink-colored light and shadow flows silently between the blades, like a rich ink shadow, magnificent and charming.
"Brother Gongsun, I'm afraid there is no misunderstanding between us."
Fan Yao raised his eyebrows, wrapped his whole body in a big cloak, and frowned.
"There is no misunderstanding, you know it well."
Zheng Xiu held a long ink-colored knife in his hand, with murderous intent in his eyes, and he went to kill Fan Yao without mercy. Seeing Zheng Xiu coming, Fan Yao could only resist, but his strong aura was like substance, and he blocked Zheng with a pair of fleshy palms.
Xiu's knife made a clanging sound like gold and stone clashing. Sparks and ink splashed out from the place where the flesh palm and the shadow knife collided. For a while, the two of them fought to the death in the birdcage, hitting the bird from the ground.
On the edge of the cage, I tried hundreds of moves.
Fan Yao could still pretend to be calm and composed at first, but as time passed, several flaws appeared in Fan Yao's moves. Zheng Xiu made a backhand move, swiping across Fan Yao's wrist, and almost picked off his tendon.
Cut off - He wanted to take advantage of the situation and cut off his hand, but Fan Yao dodged it at the critical moment.
Zheng Xiu also became more and more frightened as he fought. Although Fan Yao was a natural stranger, he did not perform any magical skills from beginning to end. His movements were still in the category of "martial arts", but his strength far exceeded this era.
Anyone can look down upon the world. While taking a breath, Zheng Xiu remembered what Fan Yao had said and suddenly woke up.
"You have cultivated martial arts into a kind of 'thaumaturgy'?"
Fan Yao narrowed his eyes when he heard this but did not deny it.
Fan Yao once said that he practiced the "Yin Yang Reversal Sutra", and to practice this skill, he had to be cut off first. Then he thought that the real Fan Yao was the eight generals of the incomplete building, and he was deeply familiar with the practice of "complete thaumaturgy", so
Only then did Zheng Xiu wonder whether this kind of "cutting" somehow complied with the rules of the "Mutilation Technique", which allowed him to take a completely different path of mutilation in the world in the painting.
"Why don't you use your natural alien technique?"
"Have you seen the candle?"
"You appear here for another purpose?"
"So it turns out that the real inner demon is not the monk..."
Zheng Xiu noticed that as time passed, Fan Yao's aura became more and more confused and his expression wavered. He asked several questions in a row, each one more heart-wrenching than the last. When he asked the fourth question, Zheng Xiu held his left hand empty.
In his right hand, Mo Ying's long sword was sheathed in the tiger's mouth. In an instant, Zheng Xiu's breath sank, as unmoving as an old pine in the mountain.
"The real inner demon is you!"
Super speed!
Before he finished speaking, a straight ink line connected Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao. When Fan Yao reacted, his figure suddenly retreated, his neck went cold, and the next second his blood was gushing out. The shadow of Gongsun Mo in front of him was gone.
The real Gongsun Mo appeared behind him after he swung his sword, as fast as lightning, almost psychic.
Fan Yao knew that if he did not retreat, this knife would be able to cut off his head. When he was frightened, Fan Yao, who had lost his disheveled hair and was calm at first, said hysterically: "You don't understand! You don't understand anything! All of us.
All must die!”
"That's why you came here." Zheng Xiu said expressionlessly: "You have seen Zhu, and you have noticed part of the 'truth'. Even if the world in the painting is a big dream, you are still worried, worried that the monk will die here.
.”
"So you are the real inner demon. You are the monk's sub-personality. For so many years, it has always been you occupying the magpie's nest! Otherwise, ten years ago, with your ability, you had the opportunity to kill the monk.
Will spare his life."
Fan Yao was shocked, and he covered the wound on his neck. Zheng Xiu's words seemed to hit him in the face, completely breaking through his defenses.
yes.
He is the "inner demon". He is the so-called "sub-personality"! He is the part that most "should not exist"! He is the part that should be spurned and abandoned the most!
It was he who suppressed Huahua for so many years, until he was sucked into the scroll, Huahua was reborn as a "flower monk", like a piece of pure white paper.
When he and Zheng Xiu were talking to each other that night, he seemed to have looked away from everything and let go of everything. But in fact, only he knew the unwillingness and anger in his heart. He wanted to go out, he wanted to leave here, and he was not willing to be just a person.
The illusory "inner demon" whose existence cannot even be confirmed!
"Bo!"
suddenly.
Zheng Xiu's feet sank, and the solid ground strangely turned into a quagmire, sucking his feet into it.
At the same time, when Fan Yao, who was also trapped in the "birdcage", became ferocious, the ground under his feet also changed in the same way.
The entire battlefield instantly turned into a strange color of black and red. Pure black and gorgeous red, like two kinds of paint randomly splashed together, suddenly turned the place into an indescribable large dye vat, wrapping everyone Got in.
"Ahhhhh——"
Screams continued everywhere. Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao looked back and found that in the quagmire, ink-colored light and shadow were like an illusory boundary, starting from the ground and pushing upwards. In an instant, everyone's vision was filled with a layer of fantasy. Like the color of ink shadow, every movement of hands and feet casts a layer of gorgeous light and shadow.
Behind beautiful things, there are often fatal dangers. The moment he saw this scene, Zheng Xiu was horrified and his scalp was numb. Whirlpools like quicksand were formed on the ground, and the knights kept sinking downwards, risking their bodies. The terrible smoke emitted, corroding them all in an instant, leaving their flesh and blood blurred, and in the blink of an eye they were reduced to bones.
Chang An... is open!
too fast!
"call out!"
With a long roar, Cheng Xiao's body was covered with a layer of black evil texture. The long sword in his hand doubled in size, and the sword light was covered with a layer of bloody and hot sword light.
In front of him, the monster Atulu, who had killed nearly a hundred knights, turned into minced meat on the ground. His original shape could not be distinguished for a long time. The pieces of meat that were cut into hundreds of pieces, when Chang An opened them, looked like It weathers like dust and turns into dense black particles of dust floating upward, like smoke and fog.
laugh!
The black mist above Aturu's blood clot was particularly thick, and a gorgeous red flower bush suddenly protruded from it, constantly infecting the world in front of him.
"Dead? Aturu is dead? Impossible!"
"Is that... the art of the corpse stitcher?"
"That's not Aturu!!"
"Fake! It's all fake!"
Seeing this, the ferocious-looking Fan Yao had only boundless fear on his face. He looked at the pile of minced meat in disbelief, his eyes wandering back and forth on Zheng Xiu and Cheng Xiao, his pupils dilated, and he counted frantically: " One, two, three...one, two, three...one, two, three..."
"No more, no less! No more, no less! No more, no less!"
"Hahaha! It turns out, no more, no less! Exactly three people!"
"None of us can leave! We can't leave! We can't leave!"
"Everything is in 'his' plan! Gongsun Mo actually 'painted' him!"
"Hey hey hey hey!"
far away.
"Old Chu! Old Chu!"
In the quagmire, half of Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan's bodies were stuck in the quagmire. The burning pain made him look as ferocious as a ghost. He and Wen Shishan each held one of Xie Yunliu's feet, allowing him to step on them and Wen Shishan.
Xie Yunliu's face was blurred with tears as he struggled to pull Chu Chengfeng out of the quagmire.
"Don't bother! Damn my mother-in-law!" Chu Chengfeng endured the pain and shouted: "Damn it, I'm hopeless! My balls are cooked! If we can't have a baby, we might as well die!"
"Listen to me, Lao Xie! Before they sink, before you are pulled down, step on us," Chu Chengfeng tried his best to smile: "Escape from this hellish place!"
Chu Chengfeng and his wife looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly, they no longer hurt.
Chu Chengfeng and his wife slapped Xie Yunliu high into the sky with one palm strike at the same time.
Soon, Chu Chengfeng was left in the quagmire only from his neck up.
He raised his hand with all his strength, the white bones of that hand were exposed, and the melted flesh and blood flowed downwards.
Bones clenched his fists.
Chu Chengfeng laughed: "Lao Xie, I, Chu Chengfeng, will never owe you anything in this life!"
"Chu Lang."
"Um?"
"Tell me, can I have a baby down there?"
"able!"
The two embraced each other and sank into the abyss.
The wails of the knights are getting weaker and weaker. The pain they are suffering at this time is far more uncomfortable than death. Perhaps death is an easier result for them now. The knights, the Western Region Army, the Shenwu Army, everyone sinks In the hot quagmire, their flesh and blood quickly became the nourishment for "Ever Dark" to open up, and in a blink of an eye, the sky was filled with bright red flowers.
Flowers kept trying to break into the birdcage, and the birdcage bent inward. Around the birdcage, there was a scene of space twisting and collapsing.
Zheng Xiu pulled his legs out of the quagmire with force. He knew that where there were more dead people, the more "flowers" bloomed, and the faster the infection of "Eternal Darkness" took place. At this time, a dancing bald head appeared from high in the sky. fly by.
Fan Yao smiled and stopped laughing, staring at the bald head. The next second, black lines emerged from the inside of his body, dyeing him black.
"This broken cage can't hold me!"
drink!
Fan Yao shouted loudly, as if his voice had some kind of magic power, and Zheng Xiu's birdcage twisted and separated into a living path.
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and felt a pain in his eyebrows. He tried to sacrifice something but failed. When Fan Yao saw Zheng Xiu making a move, he turned around again and smiled at Zheng Xiu: "Sink down! Go down! Sink down!" Get down!"
With every word Fan Yao spoke, his voice became hoarse, and by the end, his mouth was filled with blood.
This is the most powerful "rumor" that he has exchanged for fifty years of restriction! He has not used thaumaturgy in fifty years, but once he uses "rumor", no one can break it or solve it!
Each personality of the monk is equipped with different levels of thaumaturgy. The "inner demon" named Fan Yao is a "thousand-door general" and cultivates "rumors"!
Rumors can become true!
Zheng Xiu's feet seemed to be nailed into the mire, and the red flowers outside the birdcage were overwhelmingly pressing towards him.
"Huh~"
Zheng Xiu's face was expressionless, and he cut off both legs with a knife. Tsk! A large amount of blood poured out from both knees, and Zheng Xiu was no longer short of blood.
Then, he drew a wing with his backhand and stuck it on his back.
Flailing his wings, Zheng Xiu grabbed Fan Yao's hind legs like lightning. Under the latter's frightened eyes, Zheng Xiu grinned: "You go down."
With that said, Zheng Xiu threw Fan Yao into the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, the bloodthirsty red flowers engulfed Fan Yao, and Fan Yao didn't even have time to scream.
Not far away, Cheng Xiao was wrapped in red flowers. He silently put the knife back into the scabbard and stood up straight. He seemed to know his ending and quietly let the red flowers drag him into the darkness.
"Monk!"
Zheng Xiu was flying high in the sky, his legs were gushing with blood, and his face was getting paler. After feeding the flowers with Fan Yao, Zheng Xiu caught the monk in mid-air. When the monk turned back, tears were streaming down his face and he was stunned. He looked at Zheng Xiu calmly: "Zheng, Zheng, Brother Zheng?"
The moment Fan Yao died, the monk woke up.
"Walk!"
As soon as Zheng Xiu took off, a huge force pulled him back. When he looked down, he saw that the whole world had been completely surrounded by red flowers. Dark light and shadow filled his field of vision. The red flowers were like blood-sucking vine monsters, and they were dead. He tightly wrapped around Zheng Xiu's two broken legs and quickly climbed onto Zheng Xiu's body.
Zheng Xiu held the monk in one hand and quickly slashed the flowers with his sword, but more and more flowers were chopped off.
"you go first."
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth. At this moment, Zheng Xiu's face was as golden as paper and his lips were as wax, which was extremely scary. He smiled at the monk and said, "You broke two legs outside and carried me up the mountain. Today it's my turn to break them off."
His blood was almost drained, and there was just a little left, barely enough to give the monk a pair of wings. The monk struggled to fly away under the tug of the wings.
call out!
Zheng Xiu saw a flower in front of his eyes. The attraction of the flowers was not visible to the naked eye but the distance in physical space. Almost instantly, before he could recover, he was dragged into the darkness.
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu felt a pain in his head, and countless fragmented memories came back strangely. In the memory picture, a woman with a long bow in her hand and a quiet face made Zheng Xiu feel strange. She bent her bow and shot arrows all over the sky. Eliminate the red flowers and break through the darkness.
"This is……"
Zheng Xiu's pupils trembled and he covered his head. This strange memory was Gongsun Mo's memory. The scene in the memory was completely different from the current one. The woman in the memory did not look like Feng Bei. She was the real Xie Luohe, and this fragment of memory was This is what really happened back then.
So now...
Snapped.
A white palm suddenly thrust in, and the dense and greedy red flowers were instantly crushed by that palm.
After tearing Chang An apart, that terrifying palm tightly held Zheng Xiu's hand and suddenly dragged it out of the mire.
The moment the two held hands, Zheng Xiu looked at the person in front of him and suddenly remembered the scene where he dragged the young and helpless Xiao Fengbei out of Changdian many years ago in Baili Village.
However, their identities and positions are completely different from those in Baili Village.
"I don't owe you anymore."
The woman smiled slightly.
For a moment, Zheng Xiu was stunned, with countless questions popping up in his mind.
The woman looked into Zheng Xiu's eyes with deep understanding.
She knew what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask at this moment, right here.
In fact, the woman also wanted to tell him, otherwise she would be unwilling to do so.
Feng Bei smiled slightly.
Hee hee hee, as early as ten years ago, I was Feng Bei.
She pretended to be the Sierra for ten years.
Can't tell the difference.
But at this time, if we don't go back to Fengbei, we won't be able to save my husband.
"Ten years ago."
Smiling, Feng Bei dragged Zheng Xiu out of Chang An and threw him ten miles away. The next second, Feng Bei, who had replaced Zheng Xiu, allowed himself to be swallowed up by the flowers from Chang An.