The raging fire reflected the ferocious black shadow, projecting it on an uncollapsed wall. On the white wall, a silent tragedy was staged. The black shadow opened its mouth wide, and the little figure was hung up, head and feet.
Go up to the ground and be thrown into the fangs and the big mouth.
no no……
Mu Zi really wanted to yell, but he couldn't make a sound, not even a broken tone. His lips moved, and the rush of blood immediately choked his throat, making him unable to breathe. He could only die.
Staring at the rampant ape demon, he picked his teeth with his little finger, picked out a small shoe, and then burped with satisfaction.
Kill! Kill it! Kill kill kill kill!
The fire of hatred raged in the young man's chest, and murderous intent occupied his mind. His chest was full of nothing but hatred, and only hatred!
Suddenly, a purple light flashed in the sky, and a bolt of thunder struck down, hitting the ape demon's injured shoulder. The next moment, a sword light cut through the void, cutting off the ape demon's neck, and immediately made it have a strange head.
at.
The ape demon's head rolled to the ground. The sword light whirled, and with a "swish" sound, it flew up into the air and was inserted back into the scabbard on the Taoist's back. It was an elder with a white beard, and he stepped on a wide-edged flying sword.
, riding the wind and walking. When he saw the ape demon subduing the law, he rode the wind with his sword, landed gracefully, and without saying a word, took out a golden elixir and stuffed it into Mu Zizhen's mouth.
"Silly boy, Zhu Yan is a most evil and deceitful beast. There is no way he can be saved."
A sigh fell into Mu Zizhen's ears.
That was the first time Mu Zizhen met demons, spells, and Tianxuanmen. Seeing that his family was ruined and he was all alone, Master Yuanxu took Mu Zizhen into his family and took him back to Tianxuanmen to raise him. On that day
, among the broken bones and among the rising flames, the young Mu Zizhen raised three fingers and swore to the sky:
"I, Mu Zizhen, will worship under the Tianxuan Sect from now on, and vow to kill all the strange beasts and demons in the world!"
The old things from the past suddenly disappeared into a dream. Mu Zizhen opened his eyes suddenly and saw that the night was dark and the bright moon was hanging high. The night wind was filled with cold air and blew over his face, blowing the slight sweat on his forehead and temples to the bone.
The ice cold made his whole body as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
That's right. Twenty years ago, he and his sister rescued a little monkey with a white head and red feet. Seeing that it was injured and pitiful, they took it home and took good care of it. But who could have imagined that?
The seemingly cute and well-behaved little monkey is actually a demon? Zhu Yan.
It turned out that Zhu Yan liked to eat human flesh and was notorious. The second among the seven elders of Tianxuan Sect, Yuanxu Zhenren, searched everywhere for the whereabouts of this monster in order to eliminate harm for the people. During the fierce battle between the two sides, Zhu Yan's shoulders
After receiving a heavy blow from the sword, this cunning monster knew something was wrong, so it used a trick to hide its eyes and fled all the way into the Mu family's tea garden. Seeing that the Mu family brothers and sisters were kind-hearted, it deliberately turned into a baby monkey.
Under the care of the two brothers and sisters, he recuperated his energy and plotted evil secretly.
When Zhu Yan's injuries improved slightly, his greedy and cruel nature was exposed. Facing the Mu brothers and sisters who were trying to save him, Zhu Yan not only showed his true form as a demon, set fire to the house, but also devoured the Mu family's parents alive. At that time,
Mu Zizhen, who was only eight years old, saw his father, mother and sister being devoured by Zhu Yan. If Master Yuanxu hadn't arrived, he would have become the prey in Zhu Yan's belly.
Facing the raging flames, the mutilated corpses and broken bones, the severely injured child coughing up blood, he picked up the broken bones of his parents and picked up the broken clothes of his sister with his tender hands covered with blood and soil. However, even though he was kneeling on his knees,
Searching everywhere on the scorched earth, only a pitiful number of bones could be found. Even the whole bodies of relatives could not be pieced together or preserved.
Purgatory on earth is nothing more than this.
At that moment, he couldn't even utter a cry of grief or shed a single tear. Full of grief and regret, he only turned into a vow to "kill all the demons in the world."
The shadow of the moon is like frost, reflecting on Mu Zizhen's hair and shoulders. At first glance, it looks like his silver hair is like snow. This tough, decisive and heroic chief disciple of Tianxuan Sect has a look of confusion on his face at this time.
He slowly lowered his head and stared blankly at his hands. In his palms, there was no longer his sister's soft and tender hands, only a green-edged long sword with a sharp silver blade, which reflected the cold light under the moon.
"Cha...cha..."
The soft sound was carried by the night wind, calling Mu Zizhen back from his old dream. He turned his head slightly and followed the sound, only to see the swaying bonfire casting a weird, twisted black shadow on the trunk of the old pine tree.
Above. Corpse Man Juchen is squatting with his back bent, facing Lao Song. He doesn’t know what he is doing, but his shoulders are shaking from time to time.
Seeing the other party's strange behavior, Mu Zizhen frowned and called in a deep voice: "Junior brother."
As if hearing his cry, Corpse Man Juchen's movements stiffened. Slowly, Juchen turned his head, and with the sound of "click, click" in his neck, his head and neck bent into
At a strange angle, the moonlight reflected on his ferocious black and purple face, revealing his blood-red eyes and blue-purple lips stained with blood.
Juchen, the corpse man, was holding a handful of bird's internal organs in his hands, and the blood-stained feathers were sloppily stuck to his fingertips. He still had half a bird's heart in his mouth, and his upper and lower jaws
Every time his bones closed, dark red blood would gush out from between his teeth and slide down the corners of his mouth, forming a faint blood streak.
"..." Mu Zizhen took a breath of cold air.
At this time, how could Ju Chen still have any semblance of a human being? If it weren't for the chains, he would have pounced on the human flesh to devour the human flesh instead of picking up the animal's internal organs. Every time he took a bite, blood would burst out of his eyes.
It shoots out a strange brilliance. The cruel and bloodthirsty appearance is very much like the evil Shura ghost, very much like Zhu Yan who ate raw meat and drank raw blood...
same.
Mu Zizhen tightened his fingers and clenched the sword in his right hand, and his knuckles turned white from the exertion. Slowly, he straightened up, holding the Qingfeng sword, and walked step by step toward the man who had long lost his humanity.
The Walking Dead.
The greedy carnivorous corpse lay in the dust, hunched over his shoulders, buried his head, chewing big mouthfuls, without noticing that Muzi was really approaching. When he finished the last bite of internal organs, he greedily licked the ones on his fingertips.
Blood, Mu Zizhen stood in front of him. The silver moon reflected behind Mu Zizhen, his face was hidden in the deep shadow, and his expression could not be seen.
The tip of the sword moved slightly, and the sharp blade reflected the cold light. It could cut through Zhiren Juchen's head and neck at any time, ending this wrong fate.
Mu Zizhen clasped the five fingers of his right hand tightly and held the hilt of the sword tightly. His left hand hung by his side, already clenched into a fist. The strength was so strong that the nails were embedded in the flesh of the palm, and a line of hot blood dripped from the wrist.
fall.
Maybe he smelled the smell of blood, and the corpse in the dust became restless again. Seeing the blood in Muzi's real palm dripping on the loess, he actually leaned down, stretched his head, stuck out his black and purple tongue, and spoke
Licking away the blood drops on the ground little by little. That humble and barbaric movement was clearly that of a beast chasing food, without any dignity or humanity.
Ju Chen is no longer here...
In an instant, Mu Zizhen felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if someone had taken an invisible blunt knife, inserted it into his heart, and stirred it hard. He stiffly raised his right arm, and slowly raised the Qingfeng Sword
, aiming the cold silver blade at the corpse man bowing at his feet...
——Eldest brother, Ju Chen will grow as tall as you in the future, fight side by side with your elder brother, and slay demons together!
The childlike voice suddenly burst into his ears. In the dim moonlight before his eyes, he seemed to see the Tianxuan Gate surrounded by green mountains, and saw the little boy holding a wooden sword in the martial arts field. Ju Chen entered the school at the age of five.
It can be said that he raised him single-handedly. When this child was young, he liked to stand next to him, holding a small wooden sword for training, raising his little arms high, and saying to him with a smile, "Fight side by side."
"He said that. He regarded Ju Chen as his brother, and he taught him all his sword skills. But today, he pointed the sword in his hand at the man who was as close as a brother.
——Eldest brother, he is just a little monster, please let him go. If he causes harm to others in the future, it will not be too late to kill him.
He seemed to see Xue Yu Fenfen again. On that winter night in Qingchuan Mountain, when he left Tianxuanmen for the first time and was ordered to capture Ju Chen of Ming Snake, he grabbed his sleeve and begged bitterly. At that time, he only
He complained that Juchen was too soft-hearted and could not talk about benevolence and righteousness towards evildoers. He never noticed that from the battle of Qingshan ten years ago to the wars in the south and north in the following years, no matter where he was, there was always a standing figure beside him.
She looked at this little junior brother and kept her company silently.
——Senior Brother... Hug... I'm sorry... I am incompetent in this world and cannot fight side by side with you...
He seemed to have seen the battlefield again where the sword light shot into the sky and the sword energy circulated. Venerable Yinglong led the demons to invade Tianxuanmen. Facing the demons' sneak attack, Ju Chen used his body as a shield to block the fatal blow for him.
.At that moment, every word and every movement seemed to be burned into the bottom of his heart. He remembered how the demon's sharp claws and broken sword penetrated Ju Chen's chest. He remembered Ju Chen
How blood gurgled out of the hole in his heart. He remembered Ju Chen's last weak smile, his apologetic look, and his intermittent "sorry".
"Bang."
The long sword fell to the ground. The silver-white blade reflected the quiet moonlight, and also reflected the swordsman's red eyes and the forbearing arc between his eyebrows.
"I, Mu Zi, will never be able to keep my promise in this life..."
Having made a decision in his heart, Mu Zizhen knelt on his knees on the thick earth and yellow dust, raised his eyes to look at the vast night, and spoke in a deep voice:
"...Father, mother, please forgive your child for being unfilial. Zishan, it's my brother who can't forgive you..."
He once made an oath to the remains of his father, mother and sister to "kill all the demons in the world", but today, he is about to break the contract:
"... But my junior brother's kindness to me is as great as a mountain of kindness. He turned into a demon because of me. How can I not repay this kindness?"
Mu Zizhen turned his head to look at the ferocious monster. Even though its mouth and nose were stained with blood and flesh, he did not feel disgust or disgust. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood on the corpse's dusty face, ignoring the other person's struggle and roar. The next moment, Mu Zizhen turned to look at the ferocious monster.
Zizhen's black eyes were firmly locked on the opponent's red blood eyes:
"Achen, senior brother will never abandon you."
An angry roar came from the demon's throat, and this was Ju Chen's only answer.
Zhiren Juchen, who has long been transformed into a demon, will not understand Mu Zizhen's contradictory choices, nor will he understand his firm words. This junior brother with whom he has a life-long friendship, is just shaking his hands and chains crazily at this time
, clicking his sharp fangs loudly, as if the man in front of him was just a piece of living flesh that could move around.
