Chapter 49 Blood Prison Dragon Pond Beauty Pendant
Gu Mu, the leader of the Li Sect, is far less skilled in martial arts than Ling He, but his use of illusions, poisons and spells has reached a divine level.
At present, Hongxian is seriously injured and his mind is not strong. There is no need to use illusions and waste time. Gumu chooses the most direct method - using the music containing the spell to confuse his mind and ask for the answer he wants.
At first, Xia Qingluan could barely resist. As time went on, the physical and mental burden gradually exceeded the limit that she could bear. Her vision gradually blurred, and it was difficult to think about any problem in her mind. She wanted to make a desperate move.
He went to destroy the life-threatening piccolo, only to find that he couldn't even move his feet. His body was controlled by the sound of the flute before his spirit.
No more, she really couldn't hold on any longer.
It has been like this for a long time. A person has silently endured all hardships and dangers, been close to death many times, turned the tide many times, and used her stubbornness to support her obsession with living.
Like a broken leaf in the floating world, wandering in a strange and cold world. She has been hurt, cried and struggled. It is rare to find someone who can promise her forever, but yet she is suspicious of each other, parting and reuniting. In her lonely life, she has lost all her relatives and lost her memories.
The only bit of trust and light in the world eventually made her destined to be with him for the rest of her life, and she vowed never to leave.
But she still broke her promise.
Don't they often do this?
In the vast snow, he said that he wanted to be with you forever, listen to the desolation of the beavers, and watch the flowers bloom into snow.
On the seventh floor of the Zhuge Pavilion, he also said that life and death depend on each other, and we will never leave each other. He promised to have a love affair that would overwhelm the heavens and the earth.
And he hurt her three times, with a kiss, a sword, and a palm, shattering her fantasy of entrusting her to him for the rest of her life.
She once vowed to guard him and protect him from all enemies, but she carved a scar in his heart that would never heal.
She lowered her head and said she would keep her promise to be his wife, sleep side by side and stand proudly on the top of the pavilion, surrounded by three thousand people in the world, looking at one person, but then she stabbed the sword that was broken for her deeply into his chest.
Coming and going, often coming back, advancing and retreating.
Finally, all the hatred and resentment receded, and she could join hands with him safely. Fate did not allow them to have such a perfect ending, and made this empty cave her final destination, without even seeing her for the last time.
The most regretful thing was that she never called him by his name like that woman in pansy clothes, nor did she ever say a soft word to him. She was always as stubborn as stone and kept the distance between the two of them.
"Mo Yan..." In the chaos, he actually broke through the blockade of the flute sound and called out the voice hidden in his heart.
"I am here."
The familiar cold voice was so close to my ears that it was too ethereal to be real.
She closed her eyes and had a wry smile on her pale mouth. She must have been immersed in the illusion, or maybe it was her truest longing that turned into an illusion to accompany her on her last journey in this life.
Her hands were wrapped in warm and soft palms, and her fingertips were no longer cold and trembling. Who gave her the farewell she wanted?
"Qingluan, open your eyes."
The heat on her cheeks spread from her forehead to her lips, and his fingers were still so gentle and tender, as if he was always afraid of scaring her nightmare. Night after night, fragments of confused memories poured in. It turned out that he had been with her for so long, and it turned out that he had been with her for so long.
He never went far by her side, it was she who was hiding, the two years passed by unnoticed, it was she who refused to think about or see, so she missed those vows to stay together, which was heartbreaking.
Falling into the devil's barrier, I don't see him overturning the country, and his deep gaze lingers on one person.
I opened my eyes desperately and saw the person I missed so much was right in front of me.
"I'm here, always..."
He came and never left, so real.
The moment he broke into the cave, Wei Moyan almost lost control and went berserk. The white clothes of the person he tried so hard to protect were stained with blood. He resisted desperately amid the sounds of the soul-stimulating bone flute, and moved inch by inch towards the cliff.
In an instant, the sword light was majestic, and the fierce sword energy swept the two people on the other side several feet away. Xuanzhuang Xunyou snatched the one he loved from the line of life and death, but all he could see was her tightly closed eyes and her mouth muttering unclearly.
I listened and finally heard her call clearly.
It was the first time I called his name like this.
No matter how hard it is to destroy one life, no matter how bad it is to overturn three lives, if it is for her, I will go against the will of heaven and change my life, and I will not hesitate.
Fortunately, she still woke up, her clear and clear eyes were still the same, and her deep attachment and longing were no longer concealed, making him crazy.
"Wei Moyan!" The piercing roar broke the silence that only belonged to the two of them. Looking at the master who once followed and admired him but ultimately ruined his life, Ling Tian couldn't help but start to become manic.
The cold and murderous Master of Poyue Pavilion stood up holding his blood-stained red clothes, his eyes were almost inhuman and demonic.
Anyone who hurt her will die.
"Ling Tian, Xiang!" Gu Mu, who was full of confidence a moment ago, was a little flustered. The man who was approaching step by step, his aura was too strong and heavy, and the leader of the Li Sect was even a little afraid and frightened.
The sound of the flute sounded, and the fragrance of the soul lingered. The ghosts cried and howled in the illusion, but they could not stop the approaching figure. One sword light, the bone flute cracked, and two, the incense burner shattered.
All the soul-stirring spells and illusions stopped, and the confused woman in his arms suddenly woke up, with fear in her eyes - she almost became a lonely ghost on the road to hell.
"Put me down."
After flirting with her lightly and making sure that her life was not in danger, Wei Moyan let go of her hand. He knew that she never liked to be restrained.
This danger was really terrifying, but fortunately she survived it. When he appeared next to her, they stood side by side again, with the sword pointing and the string pointing.
"Why are you here?"
"You asked me to come."
Xia Qingluan was confused. She decided to come to Kunyu Mountain privately. Not to mention Wei Moyan who was far away in the Central Plains, even Shen Yuqing and others who stayed in the pavilion didn't know her whereabouts. Why did she want him to tell her?
?
"Wherever you are, I will naturally be there." The cold and solemn figure said calmly.
If you really love her, don't let her face life and death alone. Zi Xiu's words finally made him understand that since he has vowed to protect her for the rest of his life, he must not be separated for even a moment. Who knows when the sky will send down the farewell of life and death and take her away.
His only love.
The two people who were talking to themselves did not take the cult leader and traitor in front of them seriously at all. One person may not be able to do much, but if they work side by side, there is nothing they can't defeat. It is the so-called match made in heaven, a dragon and a phoenix among men.
However, such an existence is destined to arouse jealousy. Since ancient times, beauties are like famous generals, and they never grow old in the world.
God gave her an outstanding appearance but also gave her a fate of wandering around. He gave her amazing talents and beauty, but also brought loneliness and loneliness, doomed to a life of twists and turns.
Wei Moyan was worried about her, but Xia Qingluan was worried about something else.
There is a limit of three days before and after the full moon. Once noon passes, the dragon core fruit returns to the bottom of the pond.
When she entered the cave, it was already the last day.
Xia Qingluan turned around sharply and looked straight at the purple spot in the turbulent water. However, she saw that most of the dragon core fruit was already submerged, and it was almost too late to pick it out.
The next time will be half a year later, and Zixiu will definitely not be able to get it.
Without any further hesitation, the blood-red figure beside the black figure suddenly left silently. Wei Moyan was stunned for a moment. The warmth in his palm that he had finally regained disappeared again, and his peripheral vision was filled with flying red silk gauze and splashing water.
The Blood Prison Dragon Pond is a pool of stagnant water where evil spirits and ghosts are imprisoned and unable to reincarnate, wailing and resenting, and full of violence.