"Stop it."
Fan Yao's eyes narrowed and he smiled bitterly. The moment he caught a glimpse of the birdcage, he looked up, as if he was looking for a way to break through the birdcage - Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" that he had used in front of Gong Nie's treasure house ten years ago. Having seen it once, he probably knew the effectiveness of the birdcage in trapping enemies.
However, even Fan Yao didn't know that Zheng Xiu's "birdcage" is that "trapping" is only a superficial function. In fact, it doesn't matter whether it traps the enemy or not. For Zheng Xiu, the more important thing is to "trap" the enemy. he himself.
The moment he entered the birdcage, Zheng Xiu once again felt the disconnection between himself and his heart prison.
After Zheng Baimei "died", her current status is unknown. Among the incarnations that Zheng Xiu can currently use, only [Zheng Shan] is the most suitable.
[Projection]: Zheng Shan!
[Unbreakable] triggers.
In an instant, Zheng Xiu's appearance seemed to have remained unchanged, but his whole temperament was completely different. He changed from a polite scholar to a muscular painter. Everything changed in the blink of an eye. Fan Yao remained silent, his toes were slightly empty, and he slapped the edge of the birdcage with his palm.
"Lord Governor, what's the rush?"
Zheng Xiu glanced across the battlefield with his peripheral vision, and saw that Atulu, a man and a camel, was entangled by Cheng Xiao not far away. There seemed to be magma-like flames flashing on Cheng Xiao's knife. He didn't know what kind of thaumaturgy had such an effect. Wherever his knife struck, Atulu's body would emit black smoke. Extremely terrible. Arturu let out bursts of screams. From this, it can be seen that the fight between Cheng Xiao and Atulu was indestructible for a while.
"Feel sorry."
Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Zheng Xiu thought to himself. After taking a concerned look at the monk's position, he focused his attention on Fan Yao again. I saw Fan Yao push out with his palm. In front of his white fingers, the air was slightly distorted. An overwhelming wave of air surged forward layer by layer. The birdcage was shot into a wave-like shape in the air. A protruding outside of the birdcage. Obvious bulge.
Zheng Xiu's birdcage seemed vulnerable, and Fan Yao looked happy, but before he could make a second move, the "blood bars" suddenly transformed into countless sharp blades and struck at Fan Yao.
"Damn it!"
Fan Yao shook his big cloak, moved a thousand pounds four or two, counterbalanced it with gentle strength, and rotated to remove the bloody sharp blade.
At this time, Zheng Xiu no longer held back, and the wound on his wrist was constantly pouring blood. In other words, in the state of "heavy bleeding", his "ink" could be said to be a steady stream. The moment you stroke the pen, the pen becomes a painting. A long knife that resembles the mysterious shape of the third [Broken Moon] is held in his hand as if it were illusory. The ink-colored light and shadow flows silently between the blades, like a rich ink shadow, magnificent and charming.
"Brother Gongsun, I'm afraid there is no misunderstanding between us."
Fan Yao raised his eyebrows, wrapped his whole body in a big cloak, and frowned.
"There is no misunderstanding, you know it well."
Zheng Xiu held a long ink-colored knife in his hand, his eyes showed murderous intent, and he killed Fan Yao brazenly. Show no mercy. When Fan Yao saw Zheng Xiu coming, he could only resist. His thick aura was like substance, and he blocked Zheng Xiu's knife with a pair of fleshy palms. He made a clanking sound like gold and stone clashing, where the fleshy palms collided with Mo Ying's knife. , sparks and ink splashed out. For a while, the two of them fought to the death in the birdcage, fighting from the ground to the edge of the birdcage, fighting hundreds of moves.
Fan Yao could still pretend to be calm and composed at first, but as time passed, several flaws appeared in Fan Yao's moves. Zheng Xiu made a backhand move, swiping across Fan Yao's wrist, and almost picked off his tendons. Cut off - He wanted to take advantage of the situation and cut off his hand, but Fan Yao dodged it at the critical moment.
Zheng Xiu also became more and more frightened as he fought. Although Fan Yao was a natural stranger, he never performed any miraculous skills. His movements were still in the category of "martial arts", but his strength far exceeded this era. Anyone can look down upon the world. While taking a breath, Zheng Xiu remembered what Fan Yao had said and suddenly woke up.
"Have you cultivated martial arts into a form of 'thaumaturgy'?"
Fan Yao narrowed his eyes when he heard this and did not deny it.
Fan Yao said that he practiced the "Yin and Yang Reverse Sutra" and that in order to practice this skill, he had to cut off his body first. Then he thought that the real Fan Yao was one of the eight generals of the incomplete building, and he was deeply familiar with the practice of "the incomplete technique", so Zheng Xiu thought about whether this kind of "cutting" somehow complied with the rules of the "incomplete technique", which made him The world in the painting has taken a completely different and incomplete path.
"Why don't you use your natural alien technique?"
"Have you seen the candle?"
"You appear here for another purpose?"
"It turns out that the real inner demon is not the monk..."
Zheng Xiu noticed that as time passed, Fan Yao's aura became more and more confused and his expression wavered. He asked several questions in succession, each one more heart-wrenching than the last. When asked the fourth question, Zheng Xiu held his left hand empty and held the Moying long sword in the tiger's mouth as a sheath with his right hand. In an instant, Zheng Xiu's breath sank, as unmoving as an old pine in the mountain.
"The real inner demon is you!"
What a speed!
Before he finished speaking, a straight line of ink connected Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao. When Fan Yao reacted, his figure retreated violently, his neck felt cold, and the next second his blood was gushing out. The image of Gongsun Mo who was posing in front of him was gone. After he swung his sword, the real Gongsun Mo appeared behind him, as fast as lightning, almost psychic.
Fan Yao knew in his heart that if he didn't retreat, this knife would be able to cut off his head. When she was frightened, Fan Yao, who had long lost her original calmness, said hysterically: "You don't understand! You don't understand anything! All of us must die!"
"That's why you came here." Zheng Xiu said expressionlessly: "You have seen Zhu, and you have perceived part of the 'truth'. Even if the world in the painting is a big dream, you are still worried, worried that the monk will die here. .”
"So you are the real inner demon. You are the monk's sub-personality. For so many years, it has always been you, occupying the magpie's nest! Otherwise, ten years ago, with your ability, you had the opportunity to kill the monk, no matter what Will spare his life."
Fan Yao was shocked, and he covered the wound on his neck. Zheng Xiu's words were like opening up to him, completely breaking through his defenses.
yes.
He is the "inner demon". He is the so-called "sub-personality"! He is the part that most "shouldn't exist"! He is the part that deserves to be spurned and abandoned the most!
It was he who had suppressed Huahua for so many years. It was not until he was sucked into the scroll that Huahua was reborn as a "flower monk", like a piece of pure white paper.
When he and Zheng Xiu were talking to each other that night, they seemed to have looked away from everything and let go of everything. But in fact, only he himself knew the unwillingness and anger in his heart. He wants to go out, he wants to leave here, he is not willing to just be an illusory "inner demon" whose existence cannot be confirmed!
"Wave!"
suddenly.
Zheng Xiu's feet sank, and the solid ground strangely turned into a quagmire, sucking his feet into it.
At the same time, when Fan Yao, who was also trapped in the "birdcage", became ferocious, the ground under his feet also changed in the same way.
The entire battlefield instantly turned into a strange color of black and red. Pure black and gorgeous red, like two kinds of paint randomly splashed together, suddenly turned the place into an indescribable large dye vat, which engulfed everyone. Wrapped in.
“Ahhhhh——”
Screams continued everywhere. Zheng Xiu and Fan Yao looked back and found that in the quagmire, ink-colored light and shadow were like an illusory boundary, starting from the ground and pushing upwards. In an instant, everyone's vision was filled with a layer of fantasy. Like the color of ink shadow, every movement of hands and feet sheds a layer of gorgeous light and shadow.
Behind beautiful things, there often lies a deadly danger. The moment he saw this scene, Zheng Xiu was horrified and his scalp was numb. Whirlpools like quicksand were formed on the ground. The knights continued to sink, and terrible smoke emitted from their bodies. They were corroded in an instant, and their flesh and blood were reduced to a lake, and in the blink of an eye they were turned into bones.
Chang An... is open!
too fast!
"stop!"
With a long roar, Cheng Xiao's body was covered with a layer of black evil texture. The long knife in his hand doubled in size, and the sword light was covered with a layer of blood-colored and fiery sword light.
In front of him, the monster Atulu, who had killed nearly a hundred knights, turned into minced meat on the ground, and his original shape could no longer be distinguished. The pieces of meat that had been cut into hundreds of pieces weathered like dust when opened in the dark, turning into dense black particles of dust that floated upward like smoke.
laugh!
The black mist above Aturu's blood clot was particularly thick, and a gorgeous red flower bush protruded from it, constantly infecting the world in front of him.
"Dead? Aturu is dead? Impossible!"
"Is that... the art of the corpse stitcher?"
“That’s not Aturu!
"
"Fake! It's all fake!"
Seeing this, the ferocious-looking Fan Yao had only boundless fear on his face. He looked at the pile of minced meat in disbelief, his eyes wandering back and forth on Zheng Xiu and Cheng Xiao, his eyes widened, and he counted frantically: "One, two, three...one, two, three...one, two, three..."
"He lied to me?"
"No, he lied to Lou Mengkong!"
"Lou Mengkong is the third person!"
"One, two, three, one, two, three!"
"Enough! It's enough here! It's actually enough!"
"No more, no less! No more, no less! No more, no less!"
"Hahaha! It turns out, no more, no less! Exactly three people!"
"None of us can leave! We can't leave! We can't leave!"
"Everything is in 'his' plan! Gongsun Mo actually 'painted' him!"
"Hey hey hey hey!"
far away.
"Lao Chu! Lao Chu!"
In the quagmire, half of Chu Chengfeng and Wen Shishan's bodies were stuck in the quagmire, and the burning pain made his expression as ferocious as a ghost. He and Wen Shishan each held one of Xie Yunliu's feet, letting him step on them and Wen Shishan.
Tears rolled down Xie Yunliu's face as he struggled to pull Chu Chengfeng out of the quagmire.
"Don't bother! You fucking mother-in-law!" Chu Chengfeng endured the pain and shouted: "Damn it, I'm hopeless! My balls are boiled! If we can't have a baby, we might as well die!"
"Listen to me, Lao Xie! Before they sink, before you are pulled down, step on us," Chu Chengfeng tried his best to smile: "Escape from this hellish place!"
Chu Chengfeng and his wife looked at each other and smiled. Suddenly, they no longer hurt.
Chu Chengfeng and his wife slapped Xie Yunliu high into the sky with one palm strike at the same time.
Soon, Chu Chengfeng was only left in the quagmire from his neck up.
He raised his hand with all his strength. The bones of that hand were exposed, and the melted flesh and blood flowed downwards.
Bones clenched his fists.
Chu Chengfeng laughed: "Lao Xie, I, Chu Chengfeng, will never owe you anything in this life!"
"Chu Lang."
"Um?"
"Tell me, can I have a baby down there?"
"able!"
The two embraced each other and sank into the abyss.
The wails of the knights became weaker and weaker. The pain they endured at this time was far worse than death. Perhaps death is an easier outcome for them now. The knights, the army of the Western Regions, and the Shenwu Army all sank into the hot quagmire. Their flesh and blood soon became nutrients for the "Eternal Darkness" to open up. In the blink of an eye, the sky was filled with bright red flowers.
There are constantly flowers trying to break into the birdcage, and the birdcage bends inward. Around the birdcage, there was a scene of space twisting and collapsing.
Zheng Xiu pulled his legs out of the mire with force. He knew that where there were more dead people, the more "flowers" bloomed, and the faster the "Eternal Darkness" infested. At this time, a dancing bald head flew over from high altitude.
Fan Yao smiled and stopped smiling, staring at the bald head. The next second, black lines emerged from the inside of his body, dyeing him black.
"This broken cage can't hold me!"
drink!
Fan Yao shouted loudly, as if his voice had some kind of magic power. Zheng Xiu's birdcage twisted and separated into a living path.
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth and felt a pain in his eyebrows. He tried to sacrifice something but failed. When Fan Yao saw Zheng Xiu making a move, he turned around again and smiled at Zheng Xiu: "Sink down! Go down! Go down!"
With every word Fan Yao spoke, his voice became hoarse, and by the end, his mouth was filled with blood.
This is the most powerful "rumor" that he has exchanged for fifty years of restrictions! He has not used magic for fifty years, but once he uses "rumors", no one can break it or solve it!
Each personality of the monk is equipped with different levels of thaumaturgy. The "inner demon" named Fan Yao is a "Thousand Gates General" and cultivates "rumors"!
Misguided rumors can come true!
Zheng Xiu's feet seemed to be nailed into the mire, and the red flowers outside the birdcage were overwhelmingly pressing towards him.
"Huh~"
Zheng Xiu had no expression on his face and cut off both legs with a knife, scoff! A large amount of blood gushes out from both knees, and Zheng Xiu is no longer short of blood.
Then, he drew a wing with his backhand and stuck it on his back.
Flapping his wings, Zheng Xiu grabbed Fan Yao's hind legs like lightning. Under the latter's frightened eyes, Zheng Xiu grinned: "You go down."
With that said, Zheng Xiu threw Fan Yao into Chang An.
In the blink of an eye, the bloodthirsty red flowers engulfed Fan Yao, and Fan Yao didn't even have time to scream.
Not far away, Cheng Xiao was wrapped in red flowers. He silently put the knife back into the scabbard and stood up straight. He seemed to know his ending and quietly let the red flowers drag him into the darkness.
"Monk!"
Zheng Xiu was flying high in the sky, his legs were gushing blood like jets, and his face was getting paler. After feeding the flowers with Fan Yao, Zheng Xiu caught the monk in mid-air. When the monk turned back, tears were streaming down his face and he looked at Zheng Xiu blankly: "Brother Zheng, Zheng, Zheng?"
The moment Fan Yao died, the monk woke up.
"Walk!"
Zheng Xiu just took off, and a huge force pulled him back. Looking down, I saw that the whole world had been completely surrounded by red flowers. Dark light and shadow filled my field of vision. The red flowers were like blood-draining vine monsters. They tightly wrapped around Zheng Xiu's two broken legs and climbed up quickly. Climb, climb up Zheng Xiu’s body.
Zheng Xiu held the monk in one hand and quickly slashed the flowers with his sword, but more and more flowers were chopped off.
"you go first."
Zheng Xiu gritted his teeth. At this moment, Zheng Xiu's face was like gold paper and his lips were like wax, which was extremely scary. He smiled at the monk and said, "You broke two of your legs outside and carried me up the mountain. Today it's my turn to break them."
His blood was almost drained, and there was just a little left, barely enough to give the monk a pair of wings. The monk struggled and flew away under the tug of his wings.
stop!
A flower bloomed in front of Zheng Xiu's eyes. The attraction of the flowers was not visible to the naked eye but the movement of distance in physical space. Almost instantly, before he could recover, he was dragged into the darkness.
Suddenly, Zheng Xiu felt a pain in his head, and countless fragmented memories came to him strangely. In the memory picture, a woman with a long bow in her hand and a calm face, but Zheng Xiu felt strange, bent her bow and shot arrows that filled the sky, eliminating red flowers and penetrating the darkness.
"This is……"
Zheng Xiutong was shocked and covered his head. This strange memory was Gongsun Mo's memory. The scene in my memory is completely different from the current scene. The woman in her memory did not look like Feng Bei. She is the real Xie Luohe, and these fragments of memory are what really happened that year.
So now...
Snapped.
A white palm suddenly thrust in, and the dense and greedy red flowers were instantly crushed by that palm.
After tearing Chang An apart, that terrifying hand held Zheng Xiu's hand tightly and suddenly dragged it out of the mire.
The moment the two held hands, Zheng Xiu looked at the person in front of him, and suddenly remembered the scene when he dragged the young and helpless Xiao Fengbei out of Chang Dark many years ago in Baili Village.
However, their identities and positions are completely different from those in Baili Village.
"I don't owe you anymore."
The woman smiled slightly.
For a moment, Zheng Xiu was stunned, with countless questions in his mind.
The woman looked into Zheng Xiu's eyes thoughtfully.
She knew what Zheng Xiu wanted to ask at this moment and here.
In fact, the woman also wanted to tell him, otherwise she would be unwilling to do so.
Feng Bei smiled slightly.
Hee hee hee, as early as ten years ago, I was Feng Bei.
She pretended to be the Shelo River for ten years.
Can't tell the difference.
But at this time, if we don't go back to Fengbei, we won't be able to save my husband.
"Ten years ago."
Smiling, Feng Bei dragged Zheng Xiu out of Chang An and threw him ten miles away. The next second, Feng Bei, who had replaced Zheng Xiu, allowed himself to be engulfed by the flowers from Chang An.
Feng Bei closed his eyes contentedly.
