In a daze, Fu Shen seemed to recall the words of the first "Hanhai Wenyuan Pavilion" pavilion master - "A small kindness takes care of a few people but also hurts a few; a great kindness takes care of many people but also hurts a lot."
He clapped his hands for Wen Guwenmao, "It's because I'm superficial, and it's because I'm relying on my old age to show off my old age." He shook his clothes slightly, "What he said is true, but it should not be a disaster. Family feud should come after national hatred."
After saying this again, Wen Guwenmao realized that this person had seen through him a long time ago, and what he wanted to say - "Those who are kind to me, I will return double, and those who are bad to me, I will return a hundred times" were also blocked. go back.
I don’t know if it is influenced by the mentality of the monks in this world, but the sky is now showing the clouds and the sun. A ray of golden light shines on the green grass everywhere, showing a slight light, which is particularly comfortable...
Seeing Wen Guwen's speechless appearance, Fu Shen turned his back and sighed. Jiang Wen's views coincided with his, but he still believed that "it is his duty to protect all sentient beings in the world."
Fu Shen waved his hand casually, and the world disappeared, and the five of them returned to the corpse forest. The desolate scene was a little hard to accept for a while. He looked at Jiang Wen and said, "Boy, where are you going?"
"I want to go back to the pavilion to retreat for a while. I feel like something is wrong with my xinxing."
Jiang Wen's bookishness no longer exists. He has brought his character to a low point. It is not easy to recover like this.
Wen Guwenmao formed a "Yun Ling" from his body and handed it to Jiang Wen, "Call me if you need anything. I will go there even if it means mountains of swords and seas of fire."
"Then I'll accept it." Jiang Wen put the Yunling in his arms and said goodbye to the four of them.
Fu Shen always stared at Wen Guwenmao, never looking away, as if he had something to hide, and often sighed...
Seeing his behavior like this, Wen Mao really couldn't understand, and he really didn't want to talk to him, "Ah Ling, let's go back."
"Ah?!" Murong Ling was startled by his sudden decision, but she still followed him and left.
After all three people left, Fu Shen and Mo Yijun were the only two people left in the forest of corpses.
"You are a border soldier, right?"
Mo Yijun nodded in agreement, and Fu Shen added, "I heard about a person like you back then. You have such a rare talent, but you are willing to die at the border. It is worthy of admiration."
Fu Shen leaned over and pointed at the ground, and all the dampness stored in the ground was condensed on his fingertips. He rolled it around on his fingertips a few times and transformed into the spirit shadow of the earth dragon.
This act made Mo Yijun stunned, staring at the spiritual shadow of the earth dragon...
"Gu spirit method?"
"Haha, you are quite knowledgeable. The longer you live, the more you will get. This is probably the only thing you are missing, right? Find a way to turn it yourself."
After saying this, Fu Shen's figure turned into gravel and scattered on the ground, blending into the gravel on the ground, as if it had never happened before.
Perhaps because he was used to it, Mo Yijun was no longer surprised. He sat cross-legged in the forest of corpses. The energy of witchcraft suddenly spread all over the place, and the spirit shadow of the earth dragon was restrained behind him.
From the end to the beginning, the original shape was revealed step by step. The blood at the corner of the mouth was like rain hanging from the eaves, all the way down to the chin.
A mouthful of blood rushed out, and the earth dragon behind him completely appeared without any stagnation. Mo Yijun slapped a palm into the earth dragon's dantian, and then slapped another palm on the earth dragon's forehead. The place where Qi Yun and divine consciousness were stored collapsed at the same time, and slowly condensed. Come out with a witchcraft.
He integrated the witchcraft into his body, and the gloomy atmosphere rose to the sky, and another thunder disaster was coming!
Compared to Wen Mao's Blood Tribulation, he was like an ant.
When the thunder calamity struck, the earth dragon emerged, like two silver and brown dragons intertwined.
After a moment of confrontation, the thunder calamity collapsed, and Mo Yijun broke through the fourth realm of "Dong Guan".
"I can't compare to that guy..." Wen Guwen's clenched fist flashed through his mind. He reluctantly clenched his fists and left the corpse forest...
The setting sun, the red sun, reflected on the way back. The two walked arm in arm, their shadows getting longer and longer, and the noisy insects chirped like the performance of ancient music.
"Ah Ling..."
"Na!" Murong Ling put her index finger against his mouth. Wen Mao's face instantly turned red. She laughed a few times in her heart, "Although you are slightly better than me now, I just need to I will definitely be able to catch up with you in thirty years." As she said this, she gestured with her hands.
Wen Mao smiled and nodded, "Yeah."
The atmosphere was quiet when Murong Ling suddenly stretched out her hand to touch his heart and said, "You must remember to avoid anxiety and anxiety. After listening to what you said, I actually feel that something is wrong. You and what they said about Fan Ni and Gu Swords are different. They have merits and demerits. That is to make up for the faults, which is called atonement. The merits and faults cannot be offset.
But you are different. You are still a blank sheet of paper. I can feel that you still have a trace of kindness.
The human heart can be filled with anything, including material things, desires, good intentions, and evil thoughts.
You should choose what is right for you. "
These words were so serious and even contradictory. Wen Guwen bit his lips tightly, for fear that he would laugh when he opened his mouth.
Murong Ling slapped him on the back of the head, and Wen Mao immediately cleared his throat, not daring to show a smile at all.
She glanced at Wen Mao a few more times, took off the outer layer of green shirt, and handed it to his hand, "Is this it?"
"Wear it. I see how pitiful you are." She smoothed out the folds of her close-fitting white clothes and walked in front of Wen Mao.
Wen Mao was stunned for a moment, then stepped forward and put the green shirt on her, saying teasingly, "I don't want it because I dislike you."
A sudden cold wind made Wen Mao shiver, and he punched himself in the stomach. He felt like he was going to be punched through. He looked at Murong Ling in disbelief...
"I'm warning you!"
Murong Ling waved her hands and walked away proudly.
Seeing that she was about to jump with excitement, Wen Guwenmao also accepted his fate and had to suffer the consequences of being mute, and followed her and muttered "devil" several times.
"What did you just say?" Murong Ling slowly turned around and gave Wen Guwen a death stare. He immediately looked away from hers and whistled as if nothing had happened.
"A dead gangster blows a gangster whistle."
After scolding each other for a few times, the two of them turned their heads to the other side and ignored each other.
Just walking like this...
Unfortunately, the shadows in the sunset drew the two people closer and closer. Murong Ling subconsciously distanced herself from his shadow, which actually brought the two people closer.
"Go over there!" Murong Ling pointed to him on the far left side, "Just go there!" Wen Guwenmao stood on the far left side, while Murong Ling went to the far right side, and the two shadows intersected. .
Murong Ling suddenly stopped where she was, looked at him and asked, "Ah Mao, why do you listen to me whenever I say it?"
"Ah?!" Wen Guwen's face was as red as the sunset, and he scratched his head and ears at a loss... "It's nothing..."
Such a guilty conscience was naturally noticed by Murong Ling. She snorted again, stopped Wen Mao and then held his arm.
He was shirtless, feeling the night breeze, but his body was still hot and sweaty. The sweat even soaked Murong Ling's clothes, "Amao, have you never touched a woman's hand?"
"Yes..." Wen Mao turned his head to the side, his voice so low that it was almost drowned out by the wind.
Murong Ling breathed a sigh of relief and held his handsome face, "Ah Mao, you should know that you came to Corpse Forest to admire the opportunity, and so do I. We all have our own paths to walk."
With these words, the sadness of parting became more and more intense, and it seemed as if we would never meet again. Wen Guwenmao knew that he was bored, so he changed the subject and said, "But you didn't get any chance, did you?"
Murong Ling lowered her head in shame, and said in a voice as loud as a mosquito, "Amao, actually I have already..." She didn't know how to continue, so she suppressed the corpse's energy into the ground.
The ground suddenly trembled. A double-headed spear protruded from the ground, followed closely by another double-headed spear. The two spears supported the ground at the same time, and a walking corpse with a helmet on its head and armor on its body crawled out.
The "Ghost Photographer" was unusually restless, even a little uneasy. Wen Mao took a detailed look at it and saw that the walking corpse in front of him was actually the true form of the corpse ancestor Fang Xiang?
"Here." Murong Ling suppressed Fang Xiang and said, "I can already drive away the corpse ancestor." Looking at A Mao's expression, she still seemed confused?
Another explanation...
The use of the Corpse Sutra is minimal. Although it can invite the Corpse Ancestor to the lower realm, it also requires a prerequisite, that is, the walking corpse is strong enough and the corpse exorcist is also strong enough. This is why just suppressing the corpse ancestor for a period of time will be consumed. So big.
Moreover, once the corpse exorcist is able to suppress the corpse ancestor once, the corpse ancestor will be driven away by her and will be a slave forever until his life is exhausted and dies.
Murong Ling continued, "There was an old blind man who came to visit me when I was preparing to go out for training. He said that going to the Corpse Forest was extremely dangerous and the opportunity was extremely high, and it was a great opportunity.
My father and I didn't believe it at first, but the old blind man told my father a lot of old news about corpse extermination and the Great Zombie, so my father decided to let me go. "
Hearing this, it seemed so familiar that Wen Guwen got goosebumps all over his body and asked, "Is the old blind man on a crutch and hunched over?"
"How did you know?"
The two looked at each other speechlessly. It couldn't be such a coincidence, right?
Wen Guwenmao tried hard to calm down. This feeling of being controlled was like a chess piece on a chessboard or a wooden puppet in the hands of a puppeteer.
It seems that there is a huge network connecting countless directions, but the results are different.
"Did he say anything about the border?"
Murong Ling's mood had calmed down a little, but now she was overwhelmed by this question, and she was silent for a moment...
The two said in unison, "One hundred thousand years."
The evening breeze was slightly cooler, swirling gravel and hitting the two of them, making them drowsy even under the setting sun.
Murong Ling consoled her, "Stop thinking nonsense! Let's make an agreement!"
"What agreement?"
"We agree that when we meet again next time, you and I will both be heroes! The loser will voluntarily join the other party as his subordinate." Murong Ling winked at him, Wen Mao shuddered again and replied, "It's a deal! "
"It's a deal! Let's send it here! Come on!" Murong Ling rubbed his head, pulled one of the two concentric buttons from his chest and gave it to him, then waved his hand and stepped into the air. And go...
The agreement made under the setting sun has since parted ways. The two of them have embarked on their own journeys. I wonder when they will meet again.
Or when we meet again, do you still remember what year it was?
The memory of this rift valley stops here.
Wen Mao stared blankly not far away, the image of Murong Ling lingering in his mind.
"If we are destined to meet again, we will meet again."
This sentence came out frequently. Wen Mao lowered his head and realized that the sound was coming from the concentric button. However, he held it in his hand and looked at it for a long time. The button could not transmit any sound. This was a sentence that Murong Ling had saved earlier.
"See you again..." Wen Guwenmao kept repeating these three words, and while saying this, he walked towards the forest of corpses...
"Fuding Land" - the setting sun was revealing her graceful figure, and the woman seemed to want to compete with her, but she hadn't left yet.
Several cracks on the Fireworks Golden Mountain are spewing lava. Even looking at it from a distance at the foot of the mountain feels extremely hot, but this woman is so obsessed with this place. The sweat on her cheeks has already wet her clothes, like water hibiscus. The charming appearance is even better than the sunset.
There is often a gentle breeze blowing the dripping sweat beads, still showing a fragrance.
There was a sound of sniffing with her nose from behind. She turned around and saw Fu Shen standing in front of her, "Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"
Fu Shen smiled lightly and spread his hands casually, "If you say that, will I really leave?"
Fu Shen's behavior didn't look like he was joking. If he gave an eviction order, he would leave wisely, "Don't..."
Fu Shen walked over to her and sat down. The sunset silhouetted the two of them, which was so beautiful and moving. "You bastard... you haven't sent me a message for so long..." Tears and sweat dropped from her face. , Fu Shen didn't know what to wipe first.
She cleared her throat, her expression turned cold, and said, "Do you know?"
"Prison-suppressing rules?" Seeing her nodding in response, Fu Shen sighed, "See, he looks like an old friend!"
"You mean the previous one?"
"certainly."
To this day, no one knows how the last prison-suppressing law controller died, and no one even knows his name.
His prison-suppressing law has reached the level of perfection, and the law of heaven is avoiding him. He has also inherited the methods of the underworld. At the time when he was most famous in the world, the prison-suppressing law's Dao fruit actually shattered.
If he hadn't been succeeded by Wen Guwenmao now, no one would have believed that the world-famous genius who could compete with Fan Ni and the ancient sword would have fallen so suddenly.
It's really a pity.
"So, the last one did die?"
Fu Shen nodded. The sun had set and the surroundings of the two of them were no longer so bright. He said sadly, "Although it is unbelievable, it has been implemented."
"That's right, the will always needs someone to pass it on!" She seemed to have thought of something sad, and her expression was a little sad, "Shen, the great elder... also left not long ago..."
A look of surprise and sadness flashed across Fu Shen's face.
"The flowers of old friends are withering and falling one after another."
She consoled her, "Birth, old age, illness and death are all human nature. Shen, don't be too sad."
"Even I have some doubts about whether the Changsheng Alliance should exist anymore?"
