As soon as Xie Fu said these words, Lin Chuxi and others were shocked, and then they saw Xie Fu's resolute face that could not be explained.
They had a vague feeling that something had happened during the past four years.
Why is everyone dead but him still alive? Maybe their relationship has changed.
The people in Wen Ting still gave Xie Fu face and did not take action immediately. After all, Xie Fu had a close relationship with Lingshan Wen Ting. It seemed destined that he could come to Lingshan and get the holy clothes.
Lin Chuxi said loudly: "Mr. Xie, we have sworn to be incompatible with Duanmu Ci. One of us will die. Does Mr. Xie want to be an enemy of Lingshan Wenting?"
Lin Chuxi made it very clear, if you are determined to stand with Duanmuci, you will have the same fate as Duanmuci today. As for this affection, it disappeared after his words of advice.
Master Xie laughed loudly: "How can a disciple allow others to bully the master? Isn't it reasonable for a disciple to fight and die for the master?"
Everyone was shocked when they heard this. He actually became Duanmuzi's disciple. No wonder he just stood in front of Duanmuzi at all costs.
Shen Yue sighed incomparably. He could already predict Duanmuci's fate. Under the siege of the three great monks of the Shimen and the masters of literature and Taoism, Duanmuci was still defeated. How could this disciple be his opponent?
Seeing that Fu Xie stood in front of her without hesitation and protected her from all harm, Duanmu Ci was already excited. When he heard that Fu Xie was going to fight to death for her.
The silent sad heart flower burst out instantly and bloomed into a beautiful flower. Duanmuci closed his eyes and felt the care and warmth. His body was as gentle as if he was in a dream, which was unreal.
Like soaring soft clouds, they climbed up to the cheeks, and the pale face was reflected with an intoxicating red color.
She is exceptionally pure and lovely, and the warmth in her heart melts away the heart that deliberately pretends to be cold. She is not Duanmu Ci, she is Ci Ci, Fu's Ci Ci.
She opened her arms, hugged Xie Fu from behind, and pressed her cheek against Xie Fu's warm and thick back, feeling...feeling that he was protecting and caring for her.
At this moment she was willing to transform into the weakest woman in the world.
Xie Fu's body trembled, but he said coldly: "Today I am not your enemy, nor your husband, but just your apprentice."
"Um."
Duanmuci responded softly, and the sound reached Xie Fu's heart.
When everyone saw Duanmu Ci hugging Xie Fu and clinging to Xie Fu like a little wife, their expressions were extremely horrified, even more shocked than before.
This... this... this...
This is clearly a pair of mandarin ducks who are determined to die together and deeply in love.
How can it be!
Duanmuci!
Thank you Fu!
A Taoist from the Tianzong, a cold Taoist who despises all living beings.
A good young man in troubled times.
Becoming a master and apprentice is surprising enough.
incredible!
Shen Yue said tremblingly: "Uncle Lin." He was already a little impressed, but he didn't know what to do, so he wanted Lin Chuxi to make up his mind and see if there was any other way.
Lin Chuxi's face was expressionless and she said coldly: "I admire Mr. Xie for his love and justice, but this is his choice. Duanmu Ci must die!"
Xie Fu began to silently recite Xiao Tian Lei's God-Destroying Mantra, and a strange chanting sound echoed on the top of the mountain.
Dark clouds suddenly gathered above the mountain top, and the sunshine that was brilliant just now was blocked, and the sky and the earth became dark.
The dark clouds continued to roll, and thunder rumbled in the clouds.
Seeing such a rare and strange sight, a group of literary masters cried out in horror: "The mantra of the small thunder destroying the gods!"
Xie Fu actually knew the God-Destroying Mantra of Small Heavenly Thunder. Looking at the entire Lingshan Wenting, it was only the God-Destroying Mantra of Small Heavenly Thunder that Wen Sheng could cast.
Now that Wen Sheng has passed away, Xie Fu is the number one person in the world.
This was originally the belief of Wen Ting, but the irony was that the Little Sky Thunder God-Destroying Mantra was used against them.
The expressions of the three great monks immediately condensed as they listened to the God-Destroying Mantra of Little Heavenly Thunder. As the treasure of Lingshan Wenting's Zhenshan Mountain, the God-Destroying Mantra of Little Heavenly Thunder has the power to destroy gods.
Although this change was unexpected, there was no room for overthinking at the moment. The three of them looked at each other and immediately had a tacit understanding.
The chanting of Shimen's true mantra to slay demons and eliminate demons in unison was as loud as the gods and Buddhas all over the sky singing in low voices. It was intertwined with the Sanskrit chants uttered by Xie Fu. The inexplicable shock overwhelmed all the literary and Taoist masters.
Xiaotian Lei's mantra to destroy gods and Shimen's mantra to kill demons and demons, this is a shocking scene.
Waves of golden light emitted from the three great monks. The golden light burned like a blazing flame, then spread and gathered, transforming into waves of golden patterns.
The dark clouds continued to surge, and a silver bolt of lightning rolled down from the clouds like a heavenly sword, and the golden wheel struck like a shield.
Silver, lightning and golden light splashed together, the sky collapsed and the earth split, and the world returned to peace for a moment.
The Sanskrit chants started again, the gods and Buddhas wept and sang incessantly, and there was another flash of silver, lightning, and golden light, and the sky collapsed and the earth shattered.
Blood slowly flowed out of Xie Fu's seven holes. The power of the Small Heavenly Thunder God-Destroying Mantra was incomparable. The decisive battle with Duanmu Ci a month ago almost exhausted all his energy.
This meeting has not yet recovered, and Chuchu's mind is already overwhelmed.
Duanmuci could feel Xie Fu's unyielding body trembling slightly. She understood, she understood that Xie Fu had reached his limit. The Little Sky Thunder God-Destroying Mantra was already at the end of his strength. Even if he could defeat his opponent, he would definitely die.
She hugged Fu Xie tightly and bit him hard on the back.
Xie Fu's tiger body trembled, his shaky mind trembled, and his bloody lips showed a smile and said: "Are you a puppy?"
Duanmu Citan pressed her lips against his back and said softly: "Our family... we will die together. You said there will be an afterlife. I will love you well in the next life, and you will love me well, okay?"
"good……"
Duanmuci's voice begged: "Love me forever, love me until you grow old, don't be so short, okay?"
"well……"
I don't know whether it was because of the grief or the physical pain, but the blood from Xie Fu's Qikong surged like a fountain, dripping and staining his chest red. The hot blood also wetted and dyed Duanmuci's pair of breasts that tightened around Xie Fu's waist. hand.
Those hands are still so white and so gentle.
Ci Ci, I have always loved you and never hated you even a little bit...
The voice kept echoing in his heart. Xie Fu's eyes widened, his expression twisted to the extreme, like an angry god coming into the world, looking down at the world with pride.
Thunder and lightning were as dense as galaxies and rain of swords, covering the entire mountain top. He wanted to destroy everything. At this moment, he seemed to have become the master of heaven and earth.
The golden pattern wheel withstood one electric shock after another, gradually disintegrating until it was annihilated.
There are no golden light formations on the top of the mountain, only galaxies of silver and lightning pouring down.
The true mantra of Shi Sect to slay demons and eliminate demons recited by the three great monks failed.
Xiaotian Lei's God-Destroying Mantra is even better.
The three great monks were severely traumatized and fell to the ground pale and pale. They were defeated at the hands of a young man.
The indestructible Vajra Prong barrier set up by a group of literary and Taoist masters was also shattered under the power of Xiaotian Lei's God-Destroying Mantra.
The small sky thunder destroys the god's mantra to destroy the world and destroy the world. They are finally lucky enough to see its power.
Everyone fell, but Xie Fu remained standing. The holy clothes connected to his mind bloomed with extremely dazzling golden light, and then dimmed, becoming extremely dark.
It's like fireworks blooming for a moment to show the brightest side for the world to appreciate, and then it ends calmly.
Xie Fu became gloomy and became an ordinary person. His body was about to fall down, but a pair of hands hugged him tightly to prevent him from falling.
Gu Yao Ci Ci, am I brave? Did I protect you?
The voice is in my heart, but the words are powerless to speak.
Lin Chuxi stood up first, his face also very pale. At that last moment, the scene of the two women coming to Lingshan Wenting hand in hand twenty years ago appeared in his mind.
For these two women, this is the most despicable stain on Lingshan Wenting, and it seems to be a stain that can never be washed away.
Just now, Xie Fu, a man, used the Small Sky Thunder God-Destroying Mantra to protect Duanmu Ci and defeat them. At that moment, he seemed to use Lingshan Wenting's mountain-suppressing magic skill to wash away the stains on Lingshan Wenting.
Lingshan Wenting was clean again, and he could no longer smear stains on Lingshan's body.
Lin Chuxi looked at Duanmuci who was holding Xie Fu tightly to prevent him from falling, and shouted loudly: "Duanmuci, please go, our Lingshan Wenting is waiting for you at any time."
The other Xuan Masters were shocked when they heard Lin Chuxi's words. They immediately closed their eyes and accepted this fact and the ending they were willing to accept.
Duanmuci was neither happy nor sad, and said softly: "Fu, I will carry you."
"Can you let me carry you for once?"
The voice was so weak that it seemed like he was talking in his sleep. Duanmu Ci looked at him and saw that although Xie Fu's eyes were closed tightly, he had a smile on his lips. He seemed very happy, extremely happy.
"good."
Xie Fu had hugged her and kissed her, but he had never carried her on his back.
He has said to Ci Ci countless times, I will carry you.
Duanmuci never let him carry it.
No reason, just no.
Duanmu Ci lay gently on Fu Xie's back.
Xie Fu hugged her legs tightly. The moment he picked her up, his legs trembled. He quickly stabilized his body. He really had no strength at all. He had used all his strength to protect her just now.
Duanmuci asked softly: "Is it heavy?"
"Heavy, very heavy."
Lin Chuxi said loudly: "Please!"
A group of Xuan Masters stood up one after another. Although everyone was exhausted physically and mentally, they still lined up in an orderly manner according to their status, using the most noble gesture to express respect for their opponents.
They led the two of them towards the fantasy passage.
Xie Fu carried Duanmuci on his back, walking very slowly step by step. His steps seemed to be very nostalgic. He was very nostalgic for the mountains, stones, plants and trees here, which belonged to his and Duanmuci's home.
"Cici, take a good look at this scene. We will never be able to go home."
Duanmuci lowered her eyes and closed her eyes: "Fu, the place with you is home." Her home was hugged tightly by her.
They finally passed through the light door and left the home where they planned to live forever forever.
Many people gathered in Baishi Square, waiting for news day and night.
When they saw the mysterious masters headed by Lin Chuxi filing out, they were immediately overjoyed.
But when they saw Duanmu Ci, they felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and their expressions were extremely serious and nervous.
Just when they still couldn't figure out what was going on, Lin Chuxi said loudly: "Open the nine-layer door to see off the distinguished guests!"
"Open the nine doors!"
Everyone in the Wen Ting shouted in unison, and the sound was carried through the air to the ears of one person after another.
Everyone who heard these four words shouted in response, and the entire Lingshan Mountain echoed these four words.
Then the sound of bells and drums started, floating over the entire Lingshan Mountain.
Even the disciples of Lingshan Wenting only visit the Nine Gates of Lingshan Wenting only once in sixty years. It is only open to the most distinguished guests. This is the most supreme honor and expresses Lingshan's high respect and respect.
From the inside out, the simple and heavy first door is opened, then the second door, the third door...
The mountain gates opened step by step as Xie Fu advanced.
Xie Fu walked slowly, and the mountain gate opened slowly.
Everyone looked at the two people with serious expressions, expressing the meaning of the two words with their actions and expressions.
When the outer door of the mountain gate opened, Xie Fu walked out of the main entrance and stepped out of Lingshan Wenting. The world was wide open in front of him, but Xie Fu's heart felt heavy for some reason. Probably every step he took made him farther away from Duanmu Ci.
A group of green Confucian masters quickly took a step forward to thank Master, like an endless stream, they stepped down in an orderly manner in two teams, and stopped directly at the ninety-nine steps. They lined up on both sides of each stone step, with ninety-nine people on each side. .
Xie Fu walked down the steps heavily step by step, as if he had to walk alone no matter how heavy it was.
Finally, he walked through hundreds of steps and difficult mountain roads, and carried Duanmu Ci from halfway up the mountain to the foot of the mountain.
Xie Fu's legs were already slightly bent and trembling, but he still wanted to go.
Duanmuci said softly: "Stop, I have something to tell you."
Xie Fu said nothing, Duanmuci opened his hands that tightly held her legs, and got off Xie Fu's body.
The moment he landed, Xie Fu seemed to have lost all his weight, and his body went limp.
Duanmuci squatted down, wiped the blood on his face, and said softly: "Listen to me..."
Seeing that Fu Ying didn't respond, he said softly: "Listen to me."
Xie Fu forced out a smile in response. He wanted to open his eyes and take a good look at Duanmu Ci, but his eyelids were too heavy to open.
"I want you to be happy, do you hear me?"
Her tone was like a master, no, like a domineering wife.
Xie Fu didn't know how to respond, how could he be happy and do as he pleased.
Duanmuci smiled and said: "Didn't you say there is an afterlife? You can't do it in this life..."
Duanmuci said, holding him back, and after a while he gently coaxed: "Come to me in Chang'an in a year. I will give you a surprise. You will definitely be very happy."
Xie Fu heard the words and opened a slit of his eye, but his eyes were stuck with blood, and Duanmuci was blurry.
People always have to have an expectation to have the desire to continue living and not to despair, just like Master Chuyue said at the beginning to leave a breath for him in the world.
He nodded.
"Also, you are not allowed to miss me!"
Xie Fu remained motionless.
Duanmuci gently shook Xie Fu's shoulders and said domineeringly: "Did you hear that?"
"Answer me, if you dare to think about me, I will prevent you from seeing me for the rest of your life."
Xie Fu's heart trembled, he opened his eyes suddenly, and whispered on his lips: "I... don't... miss... you."
Duanmuci smiled and kissed Xie Fu's bloody lips deeply: "I will miss you, because I don't feel pain when I miss you, I feel very happy."
After Duanmuci finished speaking, she stood up, turned and left. She walked slowly at first, then gradually walked very fast, and soon turned into a flying bird and disappeared from Xie Fu's sight.
However, the smiling face burst into tears in an instant, and he touched his belly, and instantly turned into a gentle face.
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