Holding the bloody head, Yu Qiuqu's eyes almost shed tears. Even though the head was bloody, how could she be afraid of her father? This is the person who raised her...
However, no matter how sad Yu Qiuqu was, it was nothing in the eyes of those superior immortals. After all, how could he feel the pain of others if he had not experienced it himself?
"Gu Yuan, why don't you take action? Don't let me push you anymore!"
The leader of the Shanghuan Sect disciples seemed to be smiling, but in fact he had hidden murderous intentions. Na Gu Yuan took a deep breath and waved his sword at Yu Qiuqu.
At this time, as a mortal, Yu Qiuqu could only watch the sword light flash by. It was painful, but the person in front of her who kept vomiting blood made her even more heartbroken.
"Husband..."
Blood spilled from the corner of Yu Qiuqu's mouth, and her beautiful face was full of sadness. Because the person standing in front of her at this time was her beloved husband.
"puff!"
Fang saw Ling vomiting a large mouthful of blood. His body was already weak. At this moment, his thin chest was pierced by the spirit sword. The blade penetrated his body and then pierced Yu Qiuqu. After suffering this fatal injury, Fang saw Ling know that the two of them were
If it didn't work, he moved his hands and hugged his wife tightly despite the severe pain.
He originally wanted to block this fatal blow for his wife, but he didn't expect that he would be so useless until the end, and couldn't even block this sword. But fortunately, he would die in front of his wife, so he would not be useless.
After all, Fang Jianling had always been worried about his own weakness, but marrying Yu Qiuqu was the happiest thing in his life.
In the vision before his death, he seemed to see the girl who smiled shyly at him while holding a rabbit lantern at the Lantern Festival.
Fang saw Ling leaning against his wife's ear, whispering softly with his last strength.
"Back then, your smile under the lamp made my heart tremble..."
"Qiuqu, don't be afraid."
The agreement between life and death is broad, and it is said by Zicheng.
When Yu Qiuqu was dying, there was happiness in her eyes. She put her head on her husband's shoulder with nostalgia and slowly breathed her last breath. She was not afraid, she had never been afraid before.
"Pfft."
Withdrawing the spirit sword, Gu Yuan almost didn't dare to raise his eyes. The couple in front of him had both died, but they still hugged each other tightly and supported each other. In the blurry reflection of the lake on one side, it seemed that they were still
They are a pair of gods and goddesses, with their necks crossed.
"Father? Mother?"
At this time, a hoarse child's voice broke the rare tranquility. Changsheng came back to his senses from his own world, and looked at his parents who were hugging each other in front of him and smiling but no longer answering, with a heavy look in his clear eyes.
of confusion.
Why didn't they talk?
Changsheng was originally slower than others, and at this moment she could hardly understand what was going on. She crawled over in a daze, holding on to her parents' clothes, not even crying.
Suddenly there was a flash of sword light, and Chang Sheng looked up blankly at the male cultivator who lowered his head as if he didn't dare to look at him. His eyes followed his hand and saw a long silver sword, the tip of which had already sunk into his chest.
The sharp pain suddenly broke out at this moment. Changsheng coughed, and a large amount of blood spurted out from his small body, almost staining the clothes on his body. Ah, the clothes are dirty again, what should I do? Will Chunfang be very angry? But
She didn't mean it. It wasn't her who made it dirty this time. It was the clothes that turned red on their own. No, it wasn't her...
Gu Yuan looked painfully at the little girl in front of him who seemed to be reaching out to grab him. The hand holding the sword was trembling. He looked at this innocent little girl and seemed to see his equally innocent sister. His sister was only seven years old this year.
Ah, if he doesn't do what these people say, his sister will suffer more pain than death. So for her, I can only do this! Even if it goes against my Taoist conscience.
Slowly pulling out the spirit sword, watching the small figure twitching for a while, and then slowly becoming silent, Gu Yuan felt as if his soul had been taken away.
"Hahaha……"
"Well done. He is indeed the most promising disciple of the outer sect... Now, kill everyone in this mansion."
Gu Yuan had completely lost himself at this time. He mechanically raised his sword and hunted down those mortals who couldn't escape because of the barrier. Why are there so many mortals here? It seems that they can't all be killed. Didn't these mortals have been killed before?
Have you left?
The sound of the sword cutting through flesh was actually not unfamiliar to Gu Yuan. What made him feel unfamiliar was himself.
"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 were doing the same thing as her. They had no idea why these aloof immortals would suddenly attack them, even though they had done nothing? It was obvious that they had done nothing wrong, but in
At the critical moment of life and death, they could only kneel on the ground and kowtow.
But Gu Yuan did not stop. The entire Yu Mansion, including the master and 372 people, all died under his sword. Including the coachman named Ma whom Fang Jian Ling recruited, he was not even a Taoist.
Warrior, killing him is just one more sword. But the coachman surnamed Ma cared about the life and death of the owner of the family until his death. It can even be said that he threw himself into the trap. It is a pity that this kind of loyalty cannot be achieved with absolute power.
In front of me, nothing counts.
When the last old woman who screamed for mercy died, Gu Yuan took a breath, and her body was already covered in blood.
"Clang!"
After setting the entire Yu family on fire, he came to the bodies of the four members of the Yu family and threw down the spiritual sword in his hand. Without the permission of these people, he could not even commit suicide.
"Wait."
What are you waiting for?
Gu Yuan was a little confused, waiting for someone to kill him?
The next moment, a faint flash of light flashed, and a child with red lips and white teeth and three red moles standing vertically between his eyebrows appeared in the clouds. Although he was young, he was born with wisdom, and his eyes at this time were so calm that he almost didn't look like a child. Even though he was young, he was born with wisdom.
Seeing his whole family being killed is also a sign of majesty.
"You killed them?"
Gu Yuan felt that he was crazy at this time, otherwise how could he meet the legendary uncle? But he could not distinguish between this situation and this scene.
The child closed his eyes slightly, a trace of sadness flashed through his eyes, and then he waved his hand gently, and a blast of palm wind struck fiercely. Gu Yuan couldn't even close his eyes, and his whole body was instantly torn apart, without even a chance to resist.
No. But before he died, he saw the disbelieving face of the monk who had been forcing him before being torn into pieces. He flashed a brief smile, and then fell unconscious again.
Intentionally or unintentionally, the palm wind swept over Chang Sheng who was lying on the ground. A stream of blood suddenly splashed out from the little Chang Sheng's face. The huge force knocked her away. She rolled several times and finally her upper body drooped.
In the lake, she didn't react at all to such a big movement.
At this time, the fire had spread to this place. The child quietly stared at the mansion that was quickly devoured by the fire, including the corpses that were motionless. After a long while, he sighed, turned around and disappeared.
Ashes to ashes, soil to earth. Flesh 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 then burned. However, the originally soft soil slowly became brittle, gradually collapsed, and was swallowed by the lake.
With a "plop", tiny ripples appeared on the water surface. The ripples swayed farther and farther, were swallowed up by the whirlpool in the lake, and disappeared.