Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 140 The New Life of Literary and Artistic Youth in Distress

The last winter snow turned into spring rain.

Drizzling, with a chilly chill.

Practitioners are not afraid of the temperature. If the perception is turned off, they will not be affected by any season or weather, but Chu Wushang just seals the true essence, and uses the body of an ordinary person to experience the icy cold rain.

He was walking in a funeral procession.

The scattered yellow paper was soon soaked by the rain, fell to the ground, and was trampled into the soil by countless feet.

In addition to the coffin bearers, the funeral procession also has a group of wind musicians, all kinds of grotesque musical instruments playing joyful tunes.

This made Su Wushang confused, the solemn farewell ceremony should be sad, how could the music be so cheerful?

He followed the funeral procession for a long distance until the black coffin was buried in the soil and sealed with loess.

Relatives cried loudly at the grave, after which everyone left.

Soil, or soil.

Rain, and still rain.

Returning to Snow Ripples Valley, he built a new Snow Ripples floating corridor here, which is very similar to the silent well floating corridor of the Tower of Mercy.

He surrounded it bit by bit with his own hands.

Chu Wushang was still sitting in the deep shadow of the floating corridor, his gaze was silently looking at the sword as dark as night, a ray of blood seeped from the blade, and dripped into the snow in a meandering way.

The weather in Xueyi Valley is special. Even though spring has begun in the miserable situation, there is still continuous snowfall here.

"Did you know? The Tower of Mercy has never snowed."

Suddenly, someone walked into the Xueyi floating corridor without haste, the fragrant bucket sent a quiet atmosphere, and the purple clothes pierced the wind.

Chu Wushang looked up at Wuyi Shi Yin, this person only came here when he needed to draw a sword for him, and he always beat around the bush.

Seeing that Wushang was silent, Wuyi Master Yin let out a sigh: "I forgot, there is no Tower of Mercy in the world anymore."

"Such an opening statement is meaningless."

"I'm telling the truth. The Tower of Mercy, which never goes out, has no snow at all, except for your lonely well and floating corridor."

Chu Wushang is a descendant of the Sword Clan of the Tower of Mercy Light. His clan was born with a strange disease that he would not survive and would infect others. Therefore, the whole clan was exiled to live in the dark.

That year, when he was about to die of illness, Wuyi Master Yin, who was the chief assistant, came to treat him and teach him martial arts.

That year, bamboo flowers were in full bloom, and a girl who looked exactly like Shoufu came to the forbidden area, and they confide in each other.

When he completed his sword and stepped out of the dark place, what caught his eye was Wuyi Shi Yin burning a corpse.

The boundless flames burned the innocent world...

Chu Wushang raised his hand suddenly, the moment his black and white sleeve brushed against the ink sword, there was a drop of bright red on his finger.

He put this bit of red into his mouth, savoring the unique iron embroidery and scarlet sweetness.

"I can't remember her face clearly, but I only see your scheming eyebrows and eyes."

"If there is no homeland, how can there be old people. You can know that my shoulders are getting heavier..."

"I only follow my own path. You have to rely on yourself to make plans. It is difficult to ask for me."

Unexpectedly, the former Shoufu changed his arrogance and pleaded:

"Wu Wushang, help me, help me gain the power of adversity, and help me counterattack the Four Demon Realm. I will never let the same regret happen again."

"Regret is a rhyme of endless love. It's over, but it's the excitement that can't stop thinking about it, and I'm tired of this feeling of being fettered."

"I received the news that Hao Tianqiong was injured, and the legend of the end of the world will transfer Mo Jue Tian's coffin tomorrow night. Suzhen and I have a division of labor. He went to find the road of Baiyao, and I will destroy Hao Tianqiong."

"What does it have to do with me?"

"Don't you think about the old relationship at all?"

"If you die, I will avenge you."

Wuyi Shi Yin paused, and then left: "Tomorrow and night, the four will ambush, and you will guard the north. If you miss the appointment, then you will wait to hear the news of my death."

Walking out of the Xueyi Floating Corridor, Wuyi Shi Yin let out a deep breath, it was really depressing there.

Next is the beginning of looking for the sword.

The long years have not allowed Wuyi Shi Yin to let go of his anger towards this nephew, but at this time, the beginning of the sword has a higher value.

Although the Tower of Mercy Light has been partitioned, the Slaughtering Broken Island is still there.

If the demon queen sucks the spirit of King Jiwu's king tree, King Jiwu will die, and at the beginning of the sword, as the blood of King Yadi, he can take over the throne of Broken Island.

The road that Luo Hou walked, Wuyi Shi Yin walked again.

In terms of force, the difference between Sword Beginning, Chu Wushang and Luo Hou is only a hair's breadth away.

Su Zhenzhen handed over the responsibility of leading the righteous way of the Central Plains to himself, and with the help of the Demon Queen, the two strengths were in his hands, far superior to Tiandu.

The most important thing right now is to besiege and kill Hao Tianqiong, and through Hao Tianqiong's death, establish himself as a leader.

At that time, even Su Huan would not be able to cover up his brilliance.

During the calculation, Wuyi Shi Yin came to Suiyun Tianhe.

The Boqing Pavilion has been completely closed. At the beginning of Jianzhi, he liked the big waterfall of Suiyun Tianhe, so he moved here.

In front of the waterfall, Jian Zhichu was comforting Murong Qing: "The devil prince has committed too many crimes, and the Buddha's head killing him is also saving the world and killing the devil."

Murong Qing exchanged her own soul for the power of Tianyan Demon City.However, when he and Jianchu rushed to Yanliu Village, the devil prince was already dead.

This made Murong Qing go crazy.

"I've been tired of writing for three years, and now I can't read the books. If you are tired of books and regret your future, it's like a fisherman who didn't know."

"It's you?"

Since leaving the Tower of Mercy at the beginning of the sword, the two have not met again for hundreds of years. Seeing each other now seems like a lifetime away.

"Chu'er."

Jian Zhichu and Murong Qing were taken aback by the strange address.

Wuyi Shi Yin did not advance the matter, but said about the situation in front of him: "Chu'er, I was entrusted by Su Zhenzhen to organize righteous people to surround and kill Hao Tianqiong. The details are as follows..."

Hearing that it was a serious matter, Jian Zhichu heaved a sigh of relief: "Is it the information from Doctor Chou?"

"Yes. In the process of diagnosing Hao Tianqiong, Weiyang discovered that he has a special skill. If he is not killed within 49 days, Hao Tianqiong will break out of the coffin."

"Can……"

Before Jian Zhichu finished speaking, Murong Qing refused first: "Jian Zhichu, you promised me that after the matter with the devil prince, you will retire together!"

"This?"

Before coming here, Wuyi Shi Yin had already understood the relationship between Murong Qing and Jian Zhi very clearly.

"Murong Hall Master, I heard from You Weiyang about your deal with Tianyan Demon City. If Chu'er can help Zhengdao eradicate Hao Tianqiong, I will go to Demon City and cancel the deal for you. How about it?"

Murong Qing knew very well the horror of the Demon City, and said with a sneer, "How can your Wuyi Master Yin be able to measure the Tianyan Demon City?"

"Always try your best."

Yin Zhengchou, the Wuyi master, could not find a chance to get in touch with various forces, and the Murongqing incident was an opportunity to break into the magic city.

"If you want to die, I will not stop you."

Seeing Murongqing's acceptance, Sword Beginning naturally agreed: "Time and place?"

"At midnight, you will guard the west of the holy biography of the last days."

"Ah."

At the beginning of the sword movement, Wuyi Shi Yin returned to Tui Songyan and told Qu Shitu and Ye Xiaochai about the situation.

"Wu Wushang is in the north, the beginning of the sword is in the west, Ye Xiaochai is in the east, Yungu Leifeng is in the south, surround and kill the saints of the last days, and seize the coffin of Mo Jue Tian."

"Ho."

Qu Shitu was greatly impressed: "Unexpectedly, Shi Yin has so many masters hidden in a difficult situation."

"Where, since I have been entrusted by Su Zhenzhen, I will treat the affliction as my own homeland, eliminate demons and defend the way, and I will not hesitate to do so."

Qu Shitu seems to be just an uncle who makes tea, but Su Zhenzhen has left behind to preside over the situation. Shi Yin will not ignore this person.

the next night.

A cloud of mist half covered the stars and the moon.

Surrounded by desolation, filled with tree shadows.

Suddenly, two teams of people rushed out of the Zhangzhen Hall of the Doomsday Saint, each carrying a coffin and running towards the north and south.

Wuyi Shi Yin and Qu Shitu stood on the peak hundreds of miles away to watch.

Qu Shitu asked: "Do you want to support the north and the south?"

"Need not."

Seeing that the men and horses running south had entered the encirclement of Yungu Leifeng, Wuhuo Dumi dodged out.

"Amitabha, the poor monk wants to fully resist the uncompetitive power of the kamikaze today."

At this time, the coffin was opened, and a majestic figure walked out slowly: "Heaven is good in its truth, and the true sage is passed on, and the sages are passed on to the people, and the way is often preached to the sky."

"Su Xianqing, it's you!"

"Tonight, end the life of the Buddha."

"Just give it a try!"

Seeing this situation, Wuhuo Dumi took the lead in opening his palms:
"Punishment of Confusion, drink~"

"The holy voice of the last days, ha!"

Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan Zhan, above the wilderness, the monks of Yungu Leifeng and the believers of the last-time saints immediately became one.

Angry and angry, Wuhuo Dumi and Su Xianqing entered into a life-and-death killing.

The Buddha was furious, and the leader was fierce, punching and kicking, and it was hard to tell the winner.

The holy missionaries lost to the monks, and in the blink of an eye, they were all dead.

At the other end, the person of the doomsday scriptures was carrying the coffin and rushing towards the north.

Suddenly, heavy snow fell in the night wind, and an evil star descended under the moon and stars.

"Prisoner's heart, dream prison, listening to the side spring, and hearing about it is trickling. It's almost a breath for a hundred years, and the autumn wind will see you forever."

Mo Jian pointed at the coffin, but saw a woman holding a wine glass flashing behind the coffin.

"Who are you?"

"I, Shu Wushang, will kill with a sword."

"Ok?"

Just when Yi Ziniang dropped the wine glass and quickly fired the gun, Chu Wushang had already plunged into the clouds, and the sword opened the end.

A black sword, three feet of autumn water, freezes the world between black and white.

Pang Ran's murderous intent swept across, and the holy missionaries exploded to death one after another.

Bah!
A gunshot rang out, and Yi Ziniang took advantage of the emptiness to fire, but the flying bullets froze in the final state.

The sword light turned cold for a moment, and the figure who fired the gun fell down, and the sprayed red blood mixed with the residual wine, seeping into the ground together.

The momentum of Chu Wushang's sword didn't stop, and he smashed open Mo Jue's coffin in one fell swoop, but the inside was empty.

"Hmph, Wuyi Shi Yin, you miscalculated."

The war in the north is over, and the entanglement in the south is useless. Wuhuo Dumi sees that there is no number in the coffin, so he evacuates with the monks.

Neither the East nor the West reappeared.

Above the peak, Wuyi Shi Yin frowned: "The coffin of Mo Jue Tian has not been transferred, so it is in the legend of the last days."

Qu Shitu asked: "Hao Tianqiong is really cunning, what should we do next?"

"I want to go to Tianyan Demon City first, understand Murongqing's deal, and try to solve this problem for him."

"Master Yin, thank you for your hard work."

"How dare Shi Yin live up to what my brother entrusted to me."

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(End of this chapter)