The sword rises

Chapter 1753 Wash away all the lead, the road can be expected

The first thousand and 760 chapters are washed away, and the road can be expected

Wherever Hongyuan recalled, there was a piece of corpse.

For several years, Hong Yuanyi spared no effort to find out the hiding place of the monks of the Demonic Way, and killed them all.

She didn't dare to go back, and didn't know how to face the fact that Hong Nian died tragically.Only in the midst of killing can Hong Yuanyi paralyze herself and make her feel a little better.

All the demon cultivators in the world were wiped out by Hong Yuanyi, and there was no one left to kill.Hong Yuanyi, confused.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly, someone appeared.

No empty monk.

To be precise, he is Mr. Eight from the Floating Life Tomb.

Hong Yuanyi nodded in salute, quietly looked at Monk Wukong, and remained silent.

"Donor, causal cycle, let's end this matter!"

Monk Wukong was worried that Hongyuan's memory of Dao would be damaged, so he came to stop him.Moxiu had already been killed by Hong Yuanyi to the point of death, if Hong Yuanyi still couldn't wake up, it would be a big mistake.

"what should I do?"

Hong Yuanyi regards Hong Nian as her nephew and dotes on her since she was a child.She hated herself why she didn't accompany Hong Nian to the Shaoqing Emperor Clan by herself, if she had gone by herself, nothing would have happened.

Therefore, Hong Yuanyi blamed herself deeply in her heart, if it was not for her fault, then Hong Nian would not have died tragically.

"Benefactor, some things are already predestined. The poor monk knows that you are hard to accept, but even if some things don't happen today, they will happen tomorrow."

Monk Wukong only knew that Gu Hengsheng had put down everything and entered the world of mortals to practice, no matter how much he knew, he would not know.However, even if Monk Wukong knew about it, he would not intervene.

"You mean Nian'er should have died?"

Hong Yuanyi's aura was a bit violent, it seemed that she was still brooding over Hong Nian's death and couldn't let it go.

"The poor monk doesn't mean that." Monk Wukong shook his head and said: "Everything has a destiny, maybe this is his destiny. Even if we intervene, the future will also happen."

"Hehe." Hong Yuanyi sneered, if not for her status as Monk Wukong, she probably would have already made a move.

"Benefactor, please mourn."

Monk Wukong sighed softly, and a beam of Buddha's light suddenly landed on Hong Yuanyi's eyebrows.

Hong Yuanyi didn't have too much guard against Monk Wukong, and Monk Wukong had a deep understanding of Buddhism, so he easily lit a Buddha's light to dispel the nightmare in Hong Yuanyi's heart.

After a long time, Hong Yuanyi opened her eyes and bowed to Monk Wukong with complicated emotions: "Thank you, master."

If Monk Wukong hadn't intervened to stop her, perhaps Hong Yuanyi would have embarked on an endless path of killing, or even fell into a demonic path.

Monk Wukong clasped his hands together: "Amitabha."

Since then, the Dragon Carp Clan has become extremely depressed. From the top to the younger generation, the mood is extremely low.

Grandpa Turtle was seriously injured, and after the all-out rescue of the senior officials of the Dragon Carp Clan, he finally saved his life.Grandpa Turtle often muttered: "Why didn't I die, let a child suffer this kind of pain."

The bloody coat was brought back by Hong Yuanyi, and finally a tomb was built for Hong Nian.Sometimes when Hong Yuanyi gets tired and exhausted, she will come to Hong Nian's tomb and speak out what is in her heart.

Externally, Hong Yuanyi became more and more cold, even the people in the clan couldn't see Hong Yuanyi's smile.

The generation of demons, after this slaughter by Hong Yuanyi, has become a piece of history.Even some monster monks who escaped by chance, never dared to show their faces again, and even abandoned their cultivation bases and practiced again.

Time will wash away everything, and the dragon carp gradually regained their vitality, not as dull as it was at the beginning.However, the patriarch Hong Yuanyi has something hidden in his heart and won't tell anyone.

Somewhere in the world, an ordinary family gave birth to a fat boy, beaming with joy.

In this life, he did not set foot on the practice, a family and a harmonious life.

When he became an adult, the family wanted to find him a marriage.But, he refused.

For the matter of getting married, his parents had quarreled with him for a long time.In the end, the parents at home really couldn't hold him back, so they had to let him go by himself.

Another 30 years later, both parents passed away.

In a small wooden house, only he lives alone.He runs around every day to make ends meet, and sneaks in during his busy schedule. Although his life is lonely, it is also quite leisurely.

"Old grandson, you are almost 50 years old, do you really plan to find a wife?"

Someone was calling him, jokingly.

"I'm comfortable alone, what kind of wife can I find?"

He replied.

Sometimes when one is very tired and there is no one at home, the idea of ​​finding someone to accompany him arises.However, he always felt that he didn't need it, so he dismissed the idea at once.

"Back then, the old grandson was a big celebrity in our neighborhood. He was so handsome that many young girls fell in love with him. Now that he is old, I'm afraid he will die alone alone!"

Many people are discussing him, some are emotional, and some think he is stupid.

After another few decades, the old grandson could no longer walk, his hair was gray and his face was wrinkled.He knew that his time was approaching, and he was afraid that he would have to leave this world.

"I'm presbyopic! I seem to see a sword dangling in front of my eyes."

He shook his head vaguely, laughing at himself.

Sometimes he thought, if he had a wife, he should be able to ask his wife to pour him a glass of water and cook a meal now.

"When you get old, you have more things to think about."

Exhausting all his strength, he stumbled into the yard and sat on the rocking chair.

Gradually, he looked at the wide sky and closed his eyes.

Before he died, he saw the picture of his life from childhood to adulthood, with warmth, suffering, and pain.At the last moment, he seemed to see a sword, which was indistinct.

He felt that the sword seemed to be himself, trying to overturn the sky and level the earth.

With this trace of absurd thoughts, he died.

Spring goes and autumn comes, flowers fall and flowers bloom.

The fourth life has passed, and it was as plain as water, but it made up for the deepest regret in Gu Hengsheng's heart.In fact, if he had a choice, Gu Hengsheng would rather be an ordinary person, not worrying about the world, and just running around for his livelihood every day.

Only when he has gone through many hardships and washed away all his lead, can he find the direction to move forward in the boundless world of mortals, and see the source of eternal acme.

After so many years, the world regards Emperor Fusheng as a thing of the past, and occasionally expresses a few words, but they no longer have the sense of awe they had back then.

The era of Emperor Fusheng has passed.

For the world, life continues, and the withering of a myth means that a new myth is about to emerge.

"The emperor's son crosses the tribulation, and the momentum is huge."

All the strong in the world are paying attention.

(End of this chapter)