Shamanism kills the god

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The night is getting thicker and the wind is getting colder. %&*";

Jian Yu lost his mind, sometimes laughed, and sometimes looked at the Kongming Envoy standing opposite him with tears in his eyes.The latter looked blank, no matter what Jian Yu said, he didn't respond, like a cold stone sculpture.

"Mr. Jianling, you still love me, and you still have my wife in your heart, right? Otherwise, why don't you kill me?"

Jian Yu's eyes were blurred with tears, and he let Envoy Kong Ming's sharp long sword stick to his neck, and walked towards the latter step by step.The sharp long sword left a sword mark on his neck, scratched the skin, and oozes a little bit of blood.As long as the envoy of Kongming moved his right hand a little, or Jian Yu walked a little faster, his trachea and blood vessels would be cut off immediately, and he would fall to the ground and die.

Mu Feng and Wen Feixue on the carriage saw it, and couldn't help being secretly startled, their scalps tingling.However, Jian Yu herself didn't notice it at all, as if she had put life and death aside.

Seeing that she was devastated and defenseless, the Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada beside Mu Feng was about to move, and all twelve wings spread out.However, just as it was about to roar out and take the opportunity to launch a fatal blow, Mu Feng's heart skipped a beat and prevented the Twelve-Winged Cicada's attack.Looking at the heartbroken Jian Yu, and then at the blank-looking Kong Ming Envoy, he tried his best to calm down, and healed his wounds while quietly watching the changes.

On the surface, it seemed that Wen Feixue was having a hard time moving. She was a little powerless to move her fingers, and her injuries were serious.But in fact, he was only injured by Jian Yu's huge strength, and his whole body was temporarily numb, and he would recover on his own in a short time.Compared with her, Mu Feng was really seriously injured.

The wound on the left shoulder kept bleeding and was pierced by Jian Yu's sword.If you go a little further down and get stabbed in the heart by a sword, the consequences will be even more serious.Compared with the wound on the left shoulder, the injury in the body is more serious, and many tendons have been severely damaged. .|i^If it wasn't for the timely rescue by the Kong Ming messenger, I'm afraid it would have been cut into pieces by the terrifying sword energy!

Although Jian Yu was devastated at this moment, her strength still remained, and her counterattack before she died was enough to kill her.What's more, it seems that the Kongming messenger in front of him seems to have a great relationship with her.After thinking about it again and again, Mu Feng gave up the idea of ​​attacking from behind, and didn't dare to act rashly!

Jian Yu walked forward while talking, and slowly came to the Kong Ming Envoy, the two faced each other, their noses almost touching each other.

After the distance was drawn closer, Jian Yu's nose was sour, and tears gushed out uncontrollably when he smelled the once extremely familiar scent of the Kongming Envoy.It flows on the face that is no longer young, and drips on the ground.Every drop of a drop of tears, the pain on the heart.For her, what dripped was not tears, but blood, full of her deep affection and grief.

In the past 20 years, in order to find out the whereabouts of her husband, she has worked hard and experienced countless pains and humiliations.

For this reason, he went to Xianjianmen and knelt in front of its mountain gate for seven days and seven nights, praying that the head of Xianjianmen, who had competed with her husband Jian Leng back then, would tell him the truth.After being kicked out of the Immortal Sword Gate by Chaos Sword, he still didn't give up, and rushed to Donghai wearing stars and wearing moons, asking for help from the ancestors of Donghai... and looking for the top masters who competed together in Kongming Valley back then.It's a pity that no one told the truth, and most of them even refused to let her meet.Either let him kneel outside the door, or directly blast him out.

In order to find her husband, Jian Yu has aged a lot in the past 20 years.From a young and beautiful woman back then, she became a yellow-faced woman. Although she still looks charming from a distance, her appearance is no longer seen up close.He lost his youth, lost his appearance, and abandoned his cultivation, which has been stagnant.In her heart, apart from finding her husband, Jian Leng, everything else is meaningless.

It's a pity that even though I have exhausted my painstaking efforts, I still get nothing. I don't know whether the husband I care about day and night is alive or dead.It was not until seven days ago that a masked man came to visit unexpectedly that he learned the shocking news.Surprised, he agreed to the other party's request without hesitation, Xingye came, and finally saw a familiar figure in this barren mountain and wild ridge, and found the husband for whom his heart was broken.

But who would have expected that the person is still the same person, but the heart that once knew and loved each other is gone!

Looking at the Kongming Envoy with a blank expression, and thinking about her pain and grievances over the years, Jian Yu broke down in tears, letting blood drip from the wound on her neck.Death is no longer a fear for her, but a relief!

Seeing her heartbroken, Messenger Kongming's eyes flickered with pain, but he soon returned to normal.No matter how sad and painful Jian Yu was crying, Jian Yu, who was close at hand, was still unmoved.The heartbroken Jian Yu didn't notice the pain that flashed across his eyes, but Mu Feng, who was watching quietly, noticed it.

This is true, this messenger of Kong Ming is indeed the husband Jian Leng that Jian Yu said.

That being the case, why didn't he admit it?What kind of difficulties must there be to be so cold-blooded and ruthless?

What happened in Kongming Valley 20 years ago?

Mu Feng's heart trembled. In addition to doubts, he looked at Jian Yu, who was full of tears, and slowly lowered his right hand holding a blood spear. The Twelve-Winged Golden Cicada beside him also gradually retracted its twelve wings. .

Looking at the weeping and heartbroken Jian Yu, for some reason, he suddenly thought of Jing Wushuang who was far away in the sky, and the scene when he and her were forcibly separated by the lord of the Poison Sect, Murong Bi!

There is only a thin line between the peak of the elite state and the real state, but it may take ten years, a hundred years, or even a thousand years to take this step.

After decades of cultivation, the practice has passed by in a hurry, but the outside world is full of vicissitudes, enough for many unpredictable things to happen.For hundreds of years, no one knew what would happen.How many years will it be before the day when I break through to the real world?When the time comes, will Shuang'er still remember herself?Could it be as ruthless as the Kongming messenger in front of him?

Since ancient times, men are more fickle and women are more infatuated.

However, fate is fickle and unpredictable.How many people can predict what will happen in the future?

Looking at the heartbroken Jian Yu, and thinking about the considerate Shuang'er who had been by his side all day, Mu Feng suddenly felt a bit sore in his nose.

Even he felt a little empathy, however, the Kongming envoy who stood face to face in front of Jian Yu was unmoved in the slightest, with a blank expression on his face.He didn't kill Jian Yu with his hands, but he didn't admit it, even after Jian Yu begged bitterly after he arrived, he was still unmoved.His heart seemed to have been petrified, and there would no longer be the slightest emotional fluctuation.

Although a person is still alive, he is no different from a battle partner who only knows how to fight.

"Mr. Jian Leng, you can forget our feelings and abandon me as a wife. But, have you forgotten the love between brothers and sisters? Could it be that you have forgotten what you said before your master died?"

Seeing that the envoy of Kong Ming had a heart of stone and remained unmoved, Jian Yu's eyes flashed with hesitation, then he gritted his teeth and took out a small, almost transparent bell from his bosom, tinkling, "This bell was the one you risked your life to get!" Go deep underground to dig a ten-thousand-year spar, carve it with your own hands, and give it to me as a gift of love. I still remember that year, you said, your heart for me is like this crystal, transparent little bell, without a trace of Impurities are eternal. My husband, have you forgotten all of them? Have you forgotten all the years we spent together on Wushan Mountain?"

As he spoke, Jian Yu's tears flowed down again.

The little bell, jingling, is like a happy bird, always so happy.At first glance, it seems that there is still a layer of water mist, and it looks more and more crystal clear and beautiful.It's a pity that the bell is still the same bell, but the person standing in front of him has completely changed, things are different!