They didn't have time to look at it for too long and didn't have time to figure out what was going on. The black giant monster fell from the sky and landed next to him. Jiang Doudou cried out and wanted to rush over. Shanhai immediately ran forward and tried his best to fight him.
She pulled away and let her hit again and again
Noisy. Amidst the shrill cries in his ears, Shan Hai turned around and glanced over there. The black tengu's hair was very fluffy and messy. The electric sparks flashing without rhythm ignited everything that could burn around him, and the fire
Crackling, rushing to the sky.
For Tang He, it was as if he had seen this familiar fire a thousand times. In reality and in dreams.
His empty eyes gradually lost their luster, and he could only show the outline of a monster under the light of the fire. In his still clear field of vision, he could see the familiar old friend, the one he would have killed to use as a "medicine"
The monster, the shikigami whose relationship was clearly stated in the blood contract, was standing in front of him.
It clearly looked like a little girl.
The sky was filled with firelight, rendering the view red.
"Hahaha...cough——"
Tang He laughed a few times. He was still a little surprised that he could still speak. Maybe the knife mark missed his heart. However, he knew very well that he couldn't say a few words. Thick smoke burst into his damaged lungs,
The air is easy to get out, but it is difficult to be sucked in. Although it doesn't sting, it has the feeling of having your internal organs soaked in water, which is very unreal.
He slowly squeezed the air out of his body.
"You...what are you..."
What exactly is it?
Who is it?
Is it a backlash based on a contract? Is it a skin exactly like Tang Yu? Or is it an illusion from the beginning?
Or is it retribution itself?
But the answer has lost its meaning.
Forget it. Tang He said to himself.
This voice bloomed slowly in my mind together with my pupils, like the ripples that are about to disappear after a falling stone shocks the water.
Forget it, forget it, forget it.
It seemed that for the first time he was so tolerant of himself.
The only time in my life.
Forget it, no more stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood, ushering in the next unknown killing, and shouldering the same risks. No more painful breathing, falling, falling, getting up, and moving forward. No more coming from the darkness.
, walking towards the depths of loneliness. There is no need to hug the painful and bloody scars again and again - there is no longer the possibility of healing.
He thought that he might be tired and must die. But he had no regrets - in this line of work, he had already prepared to put his head in his belt, no matter what the purpose was, no matter who the target was.
Treating others' lives as trivial means that you need to bear the same risks, there is nothing to say. What was spilled on you this time was your own blood...it's no different.
…
It's obviously colder than anyone else, too cold.
He didn't know whether it was actually as cold as iron, or whether his perception had gone wrong in such a state. He just stared blankly at the girl in front of him, the... "sister" in front of him.
"I've done... a lot of wrong things." He whispered, his voice a bit muddy, "but I think I have never done anything wrong."
The scene that can be seen with both eyes seems to be a little different. Sometimes the figure is a human, sometimes it is a monster. At this time, it seems to have changed back to the original tengu. But the shadow cast on the wall of fire is unknown.
He was obviously more like a child. The owner of the shadow just looked at him without making a sound, and his expression could not be read at all.
Tang He tried his best to smile, like a dry and cracked river bed during a drought. On the ground beneath him, a large blood stain spread out from nowhere on his body.
"... If you want to eat, take it now. If you want this life, just take it - haven't you been waiting for this day... as you wish. I have... probably, I can no longer control it.
You did. As promised, come on... come on!"
He almost used all his strength to squeeze out the remaining gas in his body. Then, a large ball of blood poured out of his mouth, leaving this heavy body as if he had broken through some kind of shackles and regained freedom.
Mu Wan's tight string suddenly relaxed. She gasped for breath, feeling extravagant to be able to absorb this free air again, so luxurious that she shed tears. The white dog landed next to her, and her friends also
They gradually gathered together. Only Tang Huailan passed through the burning flames and came to where Tang He once was.
Next to the position, I stared there silently. Amidst the continuous tremors and noises, suddenly a dark shadow broke through the confinement of the sea of fire. There was a fire behind it, like a long tail. The figure quickly disappeared
In the night sky, go to a distant place and become an unknown star.
The white tengu had a ferocious face and let out a low roar in that direction.
"No need to chase."
"Is he still...alive?"
Dai Luan peeked at the boulder from the gap in the flames. There seemed to be no trace of anyone, only a large black mass of blood on it, connected to the earth. Mu Wan didn't know how to answer this question. Yin Yang had lost his qualifications to dominate.
Masters will not be recognized by Tengu... This is common sense she is familiar with. However, she actually does not know how to distinguish such boundaries. Maybe youkai have their own unique way of distinguishing... but it is not important.
"I don't know." She raised the knife in her hand and glanced over, "I probably won't survive."
They gathered around and looked at this strange blade. There was no such thing in the world - this mottled and spreading pattern like oil, this uneven blade with a blue luster like lava, this almost
The killing intent visible to the naked eye that can distort space... is definitely not a weapon that humans can forge.
This is... Shura's creation.
Dai Luan couldn't help but lift up Duan Chen Huan and compare it with it.
They are all so uneven. At first glance, even the lengths are different, and they are not similar in appearance. The long sword is like a solidified glacier, but the short sword is like a flowing volcano. But
Upon closer inspection, there is an indescribable "demeanor". The demeanor of the weapons is the same, and they reveal a very similar temperament. However, Duan Chenhuan has frozen, solidified, and permanently stored the cold killing intent.
It is rumored that Mizumu-kun made a semi-finished product based on this - is what he sees the weapon itself, or the "soul" of the weapon? No one knows. If you want to ask, you can only ask about the sword that lives in the world.
And the sword will not answer.
They didn't have much time to appreciate this demonic sword, because a large amount of gravel and dust waves brought by the mountain landslide rolled down, intending to engulf everything. Tang Huailan walked over, holding Tang He's broken horizontal sword and sheath in his hand. The sword
The cross section is very smooth. During the tremor
In the middle, her steps stumbled, and every cough was accompanied by drops of blood. Mo Liang's face was also very bad, Mu Wan lent them the Tengu and left first. Shan Hai tried to pick up Shi Wuqi, but he pushed him away.
He waved his hands and said he could still go.
They also noticed that Lord Kotsutsuki disappeared at some point.
"They are on their way here." Xiao was talking about the disciples of the Xue Yan Sect, "but there are some remnants in the Zuoji Sect, and they are fighting with them. Furthermore... the forest fire continues to spread, and they are somewhat short of manpower."
"It doesn't matter." Mu Wan said as he ran, "This is also our business. It would be best not to implicate them."
"I'm sorry that I can't interfere." Xiao floated parallel to her side, "There are six impermanences that are blocking it. If I intervene in your dispute, I'm afraid it will bring disadvantages to the Snow Inkstone Sect."
"You have been of great help." Shanhai took over.
It can't be called a hasty escape, but their current situation is really embarrassing. Everyone's physical function is extremely poor, and there are several times when large rocks fall almost to hit them. With their respective martial arts, several people escaped death.
, and soon met up with Xi Yu who was leading the reinforcements. Only she knew the shortest way to the Xueyanchi.
But now, this landscape no longer exists.
It's not important - it's already a great blessing that my friend can return safely. Standing on the high platform of Ping An, Xi Yu looked at Dai Luan with disheveled hair and blood all over her body. She rushed up to hug her and cried bitterly. There were disciples who came over.
Taking care of the wounded, some people looked at the dislocated and continuously collapsing mountain with sad faces, and even more people showed an indescribable surprise.
"It's okay." Dai Luan patted Xi Yu's back, like a big sister coaxing a child, "Everything is fine."
"Mo, where's Mo Liang..." She was twitching, unable to speak clearly.
"Look over there."
Dai Luan pointed at the long white shadow that was twisting in the sky. The disciples took a few steps back to make a large space for them to land here. The three of them hugged each other, crying and laughing. Shanhai looked at them, rarely showing his face.
There was a faint smile, but it quickly disappeared like melting snow. He glanced at Shi Wuqi, and although there were still many problems unresolved, at least the matter of the soul-returning incense was finally over.
"hiss."
The little girl who helped Wuqi apply the medicine stopped when he gasped for air, and comforted: "This medicine just stings a little, but the wound will heal quickly, so you can just bear it and get over it!"
"Well...thank you."
Was he someone who could sincerely express his gratitude like this before? Shan Hai couldn't remember clearly.
Huailan, who got off the Tengu's back, staggered like a child who had just learned to walk. Her injuries were serious, and the disciple in charge of medical treatment immediately called for more people to come. She just shook her head and waved her hands, telling them not to do this.
Big battle.
Mu Wan stepped forward, but before she could think of what to say, Huailan pointed his broken sword at her hand.
"you……"
Mu Wan raised her hand and suddenly found that at some point, her hand and the handle of the Demon-Sealing Blade were stuck together. Both her hand and the knife were covered with a thin layer of frost and snow. However, she couldn't
You cannot release your hands from above.
At this time, she settled down, and a feeling gradually became clear in her heart. Maybe it had been like this from the beginning, but Mu Wan only realized it now - there was a dull pain in the back of her neck, like a low-temperature soldering iron pressing on it, she could even feel pain
shape.
Is it the scar of "sin karma"?
She finally realized one fact: Tang He was dead.
And she killed someone.
"Where is the sword sheathed?"
Mountains and seas peeked out from behind.
So Mu Wan did as she did. She picked up the scabbard with her left hand, and poked the strange blade back with her right hand. When the scabbard and scabbard were closed, it returned to its tight fitting state. Those runes and paper charms
The bandages and bandages all returned to their places in an instant, no different from the past, almost like a dream.
but……
They lowered their heads and saw a layer of green-white frost and snow slowly blooming from Mu Wan's feet. It continued to spread, grow, and invade new lands.
"Liangqiu!"
More people came here. The leader was Chili, who was full of anxiety. Her clothes were torn, and her body and face were dirty. She must have been disturbed by the wildfire. Before she could step forward, another "
The voice of "outsider" broke in here first.
"Hahahaha...hahahahaha, you took it out, hahaha..."
"who?!"
"Liangqiu! Get out of the way!"
"You actually did it, you actually... deserved to be his disciple. It's really surprising - no, it's not surprising, it's only natural... Hahahaha! I'm so grateful to you, really, really...
…”
Chi Li and other disciples still wanted to move forward, but suddenly a row of ice spikes rose from the frosty surface, blocking their steps. Mu Wan's relaxed senses became alert again, even though her body was exhausted. Shi Wuqi
He seemed to want to rush up and push her away, but his feet were frozen by the frost spreading from Mu Wan, and his legs were firmly fixed in place.
Mu Wan suddenly turned around and saw Lord Shuangyue's twisted face, which was almost bursting into tears.
