Xue Feng told everyone, "Only Sword Master Fuyu can eliminate this demon in Xiangshu. The sword masters of all generations have claimed to be Taiwu's successor. If the fate is correct, Taiwu's successor will be born in fifty years. You will be needed to wait then."
Please help me, please don’t refuse.”
Lu Zhengkang asked: "Did Xiangshu already exist when you were born?"
"nature."
"So the previous records about the Demon God's Pivot are all rumors?"
"It's an ancient legend, as the name suggests." Xue Feng frowned, "It's time for me to leave, otherwise you will have to fight hard again."
After saying this, his resolute and huge body turned into wind and sand and flew away. The most strange thing is that the huge temple also disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.
This is not surprising to Lu Zhengkang. In order to satisfy Quan Hongming's consumption of mutations when he became possessed, Huiji also extracted a large amount of upper edge to replenish itself. The surrounding buildings were completely hollowed out of their existence, leaving only a void.
The upper edge of the shell, now removed, reflowed, but it could no longer return to its original shape, so a hedge collapse occurred.
This kind of gray trace that represents the power of Xiangshu is actually inseparable from the upper edge itself, or a certain dark side of the upper edge. Lu Zhengkang thought about it briefly and named it bad destiny.
Taoist Kunqing let out a long breath, stretched his legs, shook his head and said: "Little monk, let's consider it a draw this time. Let's gamble again when we have time. Taoist should go back to recuperate!" He looked at Quan Suhuan with a smile.
He walked over and said, "Master Quan, you have lived up to your fate! This calamity is over. From now on, the Quan family will be in peace. As long as you do more good deeds, your descendants will be blessed."
Quan Suhuan's face was pale, and he had not yet calmed down from the ghost crying. He reluctantly returned the gift and forced a smile, "Thank you two masters for saving me, but I never thought that such a disaster would happen to my family... It's just that, master,
Is my elder brother completely dead now?"
Kun Qing stroked his beard gently, "If the body is occupied by the incarnation of Xiangshu, it will naturally disappear, and the soul cannot be reincarnated. It can only suffer forever under the evil spirit."
Quan Suhuan's face was complicated, but he definitely couldn't say he was even a little bit happy.
"Okay, I understand. Master, please go back to the villa to rest first. I will come to deliver medicine to you later."
"The master of the palace is too polite, I will resign."
Lu Zhengkang stared into the void, and a soul haunted by evil fate floated quietly. He was Quan Hongming.
He was like the shadow of a tree at noon, mottled by dust, but still calm.
Quan Hongming looked at Quan Suhuan silently.
He doesn't have much time, and bad fate is pulling him into the depths of the world below the upper realm that no one can pry into.
Lu Zhengkang bound Quan Hongming with his thoughts.
This lonely soul seemed surprised. He turned his head and looked at Lu Zhengkang. He tried hard to see a sun through the surface!
Quan Hongming trembled. The Bodhisattva with his lowered eyes and the peaceful world evolved in his palms.
"Please help me, Bodhisattva!" Quan Hongming sobbed, "I just want to say a few words to my little sister Quan Suhuan."
Lu Zhengkang waved to him, his soul flew into his palm, and the upper edge poured in. Quan Hongming turned into a small light spot, like a white seed covered with gray spots.
Nature always gives people a glimmer of hope.
And Lu Zhengkang, he is creation.
Mo Yun came over and asked him, "Now that the matter is settled, should we leave?"
"If you want to take revenge, I'll wait for you for a day."
"That's enough."
The swordsman went out with his sword and nodded slightly to Quan Suhuan. As for Ning Baiyi, he pretended not to see it.
Lu Zhengkang looked up at the sky.
This winter has been really long.
…
Late at night, the swordsman was walking in the village.
His gait was elegant and light, as if he was visiting a garden rather than a bandit den in a remote and remote place.
The beheaded dragon dances gently like the clear light of a river.
Standing on the cliff at the end of the moon, you can vaguely see the silent and dark figures of the villages in the distance. The mountains and forests are dead silent. The cold wind has harvested all the life that loves to sing. Now only ice and snow are the biggest language, and its whispers are also endless.
Not in good faith.
Every time they spend winter, there are some people who cannot survive the winter and their lives disappear silently.
Mo Yun stared at the field with melancholy eyes, and suddenly blocked with his sword.
An iron dart that came silently was deflected, spinning, reflecting the blue light, and fell into the cliff without a trace.
The swordsman whispered, "Are you so anxious to die?"
Behind him, stood a man in cloth, with a fierce look in his eyes and gritted teeth, "You actually killed every one of the brothers in the village. I will share my fate with you tonight!"
"You came too late and wasted my time too much, but fortunately, the moonlight in the sky pleases me very much."
Mo Yun turned around and looked at the familiar face of the other party, and his face was clearly visible in the moonlight.
"It's you! You're not dead!"
"A surprise? That's right." The swordsman smiled, his eyes cold, "This is the reason for your defeat."
The man dressed as a farmer was one of the gangsters who attacked Mo Yun from behind that day.
"Okay! Today I just want to kill you again! What's the problem?" After saying that, he took out a medicine bottle from his waist, opened the cork, and swung it towards Mo Yun.
A large amount of poisonous powder was splashed, like a thick cloud, and Mo Yun sighed: "The poisoning technique is so clumsy. What a pity for these good poisons!"
He stooped through the poisonous mist and met a pair of red palms, as hot as a soldering iron.
"Fulongtan Bone Forging Fist? The heat is not bad!"
His frivolous comments were condescending and made his opponents very angry.
Bandits can't hit him at all, just like the other gangsters.
This was originally a battle without suspense. When we came to suppress the bandits, it should also be a battle without suspense.
Unfortunately, he was stabbed three times in the back.
An unnecessary humiliation and unnecessary injury.
Mo Yun wanted them to truly feel this humiliation!
The moonlight does not feel dim.
The numb bandit gasped and stood on the spot.
The sword lightly pierced his chest.
He fell to the ground, twitched several times, and the ground was wet with blood.
What a solitary peak with rugged rocks. Now there is a river, a river of blood.
One hundred and thirty-four people, no less than half.
They are fountains of gurgling blood, lying everywhere.
These flowing, dried Yin Hong liquids slide down the mountain, washing away sins and humiliation.
The mountains weep with blood, but the swordsmen are silent.
Mo Yun found his fortune.
Broken Sword, Jade Qin, Token.
Some gold and silver were also found.
He rubbed the object in his hand and said, "Welcome home."
…
Lu Zhengkang took Mo Yun to bid farewell to the Quan Mansion.
"Where are we going?"
"No, it should be, where do you want to go?"
The swordsman asked the monk, "Is there a difference?"
"Yes, I'm afraid you won't be able to bear the rest of the journey."
"Nothing scares me."
"That's good."
The little novice monk's whole body was shining, his body had grown up, a pair of gorgeous jade-white antlers sprouted from his forehead, his black hair was tied into a bun, his face was majestic and kind, he was like a living Bodhisattva!