Misery: my feet step out of the flames of war

Chapter 249 The end of this volume: Stormy weather and darkness

"Your question is that there is no date for returning, and the night rain in Bashan floods the autumn pond. Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."

Yu Bufan and Mo Dao Juechen set foot on Yufeng Island. On the isolated island, there was only a thatched pavilion facing the setting sun.

Self-exiled people are independent in the setting sun.

Yu Bufan clasped his fists and asked, "Are you Yi Jian Feng Hui Du Wuyun?"

Du Wuyun turned around, his cold face expressionless.

"What's the matter?"

Yu Bufan smiled and said: "How could a kind-hearted person like me meet so many aloof friends?"

"friend?"

"Ha, I'm kidding. Actually, I came here to learn about Ni Hai Chong Fan's organization... You don't have to rush to deny it. We already have a lot of information. For example, Ni Hai Chong Fan originated from the world of desire and has the four seals of birth, old age, sickness and death."

Du Wuyun looked wary: "Who are you?"

"I am Yu Bufan, the most powerful swordsman in the world, and this is my friend Mo Dao Juechen. But this time, I am here on behalf of Tiandu."

The world's best martial arts sect, second only to the three sects, Tiandu is the most powerful organization on the stage today.

After hearing this, Du Wuyun regained his composure: "Since you think you have the information, I have nothing to say."

"Hey, cooperation is a win-win situation. If you hand over the Death Seal, you will be an ally of Tiandu and Tianxia."

"Please come back."

Yu Bufanyuan didn't expect to be able to get things just by talking. He still smiled and said: "If you encounter difficulties, you might as well go to Tiandu."

"No need."

"I have another piece of advice. If you activate the Death Seal, you will become our enemy. Please be patient."

Du Wuyun watched Yu Bufan and the others leave, and the expression on his face changed from indifference to bitterness.

The wind is getting stronger on the island.

The storm moved towards the rain well.

The people who were imprisoned at the bottom of the well did not know how many years had passed, and the only thing they could remember was every heavy rain.

"Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eighth, ninety-nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and the next time, God, you will do it again!"

The nervous voice seemed to be resentful, but also seemed to be praying.

"If it rains heavily again, I can go out, my freedom, my freedom, hahahahaha~"

The rain well is not only deep, but to prevent him from escaping, the manhole cover is also tied with a chain made of special material, which can only be opened with a matching key.

He held the two bloody ears tightly in his hands, and kept bringing the ears to his mouth and kissing them.

"Dear Lord Jiuqian Sheng, you said that your heart and soul were sealed in these ears, so I pulled them out, so that I can possess your heart and soul."

"It is with your company that I can spend this long time."

"Nine Thousand Victories are mine, life is mine, and death is mine. As long as my slave in the heart of the rainstorm wants, I must get it. If I can't get it, it will be the destruction of both humans and gods!"

While muttering to himself, he suddenly remembered the reason why he was imprisoned, and cursed again: "One sword and wind emblem, the ancient tomb is gone, damn it!"

Every time he thinks of these two people, he has the urge to kill. Only by killing, and constantly killing, can his hatred be appeased.

Suddenly, a burst of thunder rolled past, boom, boom, boom.

He immediately became excited at the bottom of the well: "Is it going to rain? Come on, it'll rain on it~"

Before the heavy rain came, the chef selling magic vegetable soup pushed up the food truck and hurriedly looked for shelter from the rain.

Finally seeing an abandoned pavilion, he pushed the car inside.

"Oh, it rained just as it was supposed to. There was no preparation at all."

Suddenly, a feminine voice came: "Hun Qianshou, please hand over the key to the circle rain well."

The chef looked at the man approaching the deserted pavilion in panic. He was dressed in emerald green and looked like a slender bamboo. He was holding a folding fan and swinging it calmly.

"Who are you? I don't know what you're talking about."

"Hun Qianshou, one of the four people who participated in sealing the Rainstorm Heart Slave in the past. There is a mark you left on the Fierce Sun Pillar where the key is placed."

The visitor took out a rag with three hands painted on it, which was left by the ghost thief Hun Qianju.

It started to rain outside the pavilion, and the chef didn't want the food truck. He rushed into the rain and wanted to run away, but as soon as he moved, a long sword was placed on his neck.

"Do you think it's your legs that are faster, or my sword?"

"He is a devil, we can't let him out!"

"My patience is limited."

The chef reluctantly took out the key to the rain well, handed it to the swordsman in green, and watched him walk away.

"The devil is coming out. I have to find Lianzhuang and hide quickly. No, we, father and daughter, should retreat!"

The chef rushed into the rain and ran to a place he had not returned to for a long time.

Brushing, swishing, swishing, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain.

"Hahahaha! It's raining, it's raining, it's raining ten thousand times, I can go out!"

Someone took out the key and opened the chain on the manhole cover.

"Come out, slave of the storm heart."

A blue-haired young man in black robes rushed forward, holding a huge scythe higher than his head in his hand.

"He who released me, what do you want from your heart slave?"

The green-clothed swordsman smiled: "Do you know who Du Wuyu cares about the most?"

"who is it?"

"His friend Xuan Ming, the owner of Bing Tower, although Xuan Ming is dead, Princess Bing Lou is still alive. It is said that she is hiding in Tiandu in Xiwulin."

"So, you want your heart slave to kill people for you, you are good or bad."

"Please."

Storm Heart Slave returns to the old site of the Zoroastrian Temple.

Hundreds of years have passed, and only the messy bones of the once bustling Zoroastrian Temple remain.

In the last battle, the Zhengdao Zhongren defeated Zoroastrianism due to the Langhua Banquet massacre. All his subordinates were martyred and he was also captured.

Du Wuzhen only imprisoned him for his father's sake: "Being baptized by ten thousand rainstorms will surely wash away your sins."

"Is it a sin? Hahaha, Heart Slave doesn't think so. Dear Lord Zorosa, Heavy Rain Heart Slave is back again."

Swinging the sickle to sweep away the bones and dust on the main hall, the Rainstorm Heart Slave sat down leaning on the Fire Nightmare Totem in the main hall.

"I will first rank my enemies in order, Du Wuyun? The ancient tomb is gone? Senior brother? Hun Qianshou? Princess Binglou? Tiandu..."

Reciting the name of his enemy, Rainstorm Heart Slave gradually fell asleep.

In his sleep, he went back to the year when he first emerged from the martial arts world. He dreamed of becoming a top knight, and in his first battle he met the Sword King Jiu Qian Sheng.

As expected, Heavy Rain Heart Slave was defeated.

But unexpectedly, Baoyu Xinnu fell in love with the man who defeated him, a man with the strongest sword skills and the most gentleness.

After the defeat, Storm Heart Slave left home and wandered around until one day, he saw the totem with the eyes of a troll and absorbed infinite power from the totem.

He gave up the Lie family swordsmanship and switched to using a sickle because Jiu Qian Sheng said he was not suitable for using a sword.

When he came out of the martial arts world again, he received an invitation to the Langhua Banquet as a dancer of the Zoroastrian Dance.

It was a fine day.

Jiu Qian Sheng, who was dressed in white and dressed in white, arrived gracefully with an equally handsome young man in white.

The organizer Wen Xizai asked Jiu Qian Sheng to sit on the Yuanzi seat with a smile on his face.

There are two Yuan Zi seats in total, and Baoyu Xinnu feels that the remaining one is his own. Sitting side by side with Jiu Qian Sheng in the Yuan Zi seat has been his goal for these years.

"Mr. Wen, this is my friend's best moment. Can you let him sit on the Yuan Zi throne with me? His swordsmanship is not inferior to mine."

"Yes, please."

Wen Xizai followed everything Jiu Qiansheng said.

Storm Heart Slave knocked over the desk in front of him, the sound was so loud that Jiu Qian Sheng looked back.

"It's you?"

Jiu Qiansheng recognized him, but it was only a faint glance, far less than the tenderness and smile he looked at Shiguang.

Such tenderness and smile once belonged to the heart slave of Heavy Rain.

Storm Heart Slave’s heart was broken.

He attended the Langhua Banquet, first killed Wen Xizai's daughter to blame Ji Ji, and forced Ji Ji to drink poisonous wine to prove his innocence.

In order to save the most time, Jiu Qian Sheng breaks into the Eighteen Hell Array designed by the Rainstorm Heart Slave to save people.

In the Eighteen Hell Formation, he threatened Jiu Qian Sheng's life for the longest time, causing Jiu Qian Sheng's defeat, and forcefully tore off Jiu Qian Sheng's ears with his hands.

"You once said that your heart and soul are hidden in these beautiful ears, so I want to keep them."

Du Wuyun, who learned the news, came to rescue Jiu Qian Sheng and Most Time.

He angered the Wen family and massacred the entire Wen family and eight thousand diners overnight.

Later, Du Wuyun teamed up with Guling Dieyan to defeat the Zoroastrian religion and imprisoned him in Huanyujing.

Shuang Zhi Yueke didn't know that she had become the prey of Bao Yu's heart slave.

She was not in Tiandu at this time, but carving Ji Wuxia's body deep in the ice tower, with Zhixin and Liao Tian guarding her.

The Xuanming clan has already set off for the Nipo dark world.

In the battle of Bo Xun, five people including Wujun, Yiyishu, Foshou, Fuyinzi, and Guihuanghejibian returned with serious injuries, which shocked Shuangzhiyueke so much that she did not ask to resurrect her emperor brother again.

The carving project lasted three days. "Carving the frost and soaking the snow to seize the shape, drink~"

Under the carvings of expert hands, a crystal clear female body slowly took shape.

The face is lifelike, showing an icy look, but also like an orchid in an empty valley.

"The quality is pungent, the soul body."

"coming."

Zhixin took out Duan Junheng's spirit bead. Ji Wuxia's soul had been introduced into the spirit bead from the soul gathering array. At this moment, the shape was completed, the spirit bead flashed, and the soul flew into the statue.

With a coquettish voice, the statue opened its eyes: "Hey, where is this?"

"Sister Ji, you are finally back!"

"Liao Tian, ​​is that you?"

Liao Tian cried with joy: "That's great, Sister Ji, you remember me!"

"Who are these two?"

"Demon Emperor Zhixin and Princess Binglou, you were injured and they treated you."

Ji Wuxia stood up and thanked the two of them. He was afraid of causing trouble, so Zhixin and the princess didn't say too much and accepted the gift calmly.

It's a pity that Ji Wuxia's Yuan Gong was sucked away by Yan Da. At this moment, her foundation was completely destroyed, her realm fell to the day after tomorrow, and she was left with only a set of Kuai Xue Shi Qing Sword moves for self-defense.

Only when he returned to Tiandu did he realize that Ji Wuxia had forgotten everything except Liao Tian and Xiao Kun.

Among the five people seriously injured by Bo Xun, except for a page in which Xuan Ni's reply and Bodhisattva's treatment were mentioned, the other four were all recuperating in Tiandu.

Especially Emperor Tathagata, suffered the shock wave of the explosion of the spiritual Buddha's heart, and his body was almost completely destroyed.

If Shaohao and Jingliuli Bodhisattva had not rescued him in time, the life of the Buddha's head would not have been saved.

Half a decade later, Luo Hou's injuries were mostly recovered, and the other three were still lying in the hospital.

Fuyinzi couldn't lie down anymore, so he struggled to find Luo Hou and arranged a plan to kill "The History of the Holy Demon Yuan".

Luo Hou stopped him: "Don't force yourself, leave this book to me."

"This book has an abnormal destiny and can be destroyed in unusual ways. I want to go back to Time City and ask Qiluosheng for help."

"Of course I have a way, but if you want me to completely get rid of "Holy Demon Yuanshi" for you, you have to agree to two conditions."

Puyinzi doesn't have much time left, and ending "The History of the Holy Demon" is his final mission.

Hearing what Luo Hou said, he was doubtful: "If you can completely eradicate him, you can go in Qin Jiaxian's Thousand Evil Cave and pick out any rare treasures you want."

"I want your two martial arts, one person's three transformations and one divine condensation. The divine energy and Buddhist energy in my son Liotian's body cannot be refined, and can only be transferred out through transformation."

"It's just martial arts, deal done."

These two martial arts were not considered superior among his hundreds of unique skills, so Fuyinzi readily agreed.

"Another condition, I know you want the Ghost Desolation Hell to be your dictation of secrets and prophecies, so why let her die?"

"This is destiny turned from hell."

"If you really want this destiny, put the ghost hand on my arm and I will write it for her."

"Master Wu, this is not a child's play."

"Old man, let her go. You know that she will die after finishing writing. Why do you sacrifice the real person standing in front of you for something elusive and hard to find?"

The two had differences again.

Over the years, there have been collaborations, disagreements, and parting ways between the two. Only this time, they fought side by side without grudges and sacrificed their lives.

Jiu Yinzi did not want to ruin the rare situation, but said meaningfully: "You are too supportive of the demon world. After all, you are not of my race."

"The Holy Infant Lord has firmly established himself as the king of the demon world. It may not be a bad thing that other demon clans will be controlled by him in the future."

Jiu Yinzi was suddenly startled: "Could it be that by taking in Zhixin and his son, you also want to help a demon come out?"

"There are scum among the three religions, and there are good things among demons."

"Grow these forces, I hope you won't regret it in the future."

Luo Hou smiled faintly: "I accept your favor regarding the changes in Ghost Desolate Hell. I will do one more thing for you in the future, and you can make any request you want."

Fuyinzi hesitated for a long time, and finally agreed: "Okay."

After receiving the "History of the Holy Demon Yuan", Luo Hou took Shaohao to the Sky Burial Mountain and entered the Kingdom of Death.

It's been a long time since I arrived, and I didn't expect that the Kingdom of Death now has various buildings. In the wilderness outside the capital, stretches of shacks have been built.

"Father, this is a house built with trees cut down from the Fire Mansion Buddhist Prison. The people from the Kingdom of Death finally came out of the cave."

"Eating cooked food and living in a house is a qualitative leap."

"For the abode of heaven and earth, I deliberately planted plants, and they should have taken root and sprouted by now."

The two arrived at the Heavenly One's residence, and sure enough, a layer of green weeds covered the entire courtyard.

The moss marks are green up and the grass is green.

Heaven and earth are playing chess, blind chess.

Seeing Luo Hou and the others arriving, the local man greeted them warmly: "Wu Jun, it's been a long time seeing you."

"Lord, I'm here to give you a gift."

"Oh?"

Luo Hou raised the book in his hand: "The History of the Holy Demon Yuan contains huge energy. If this energy is absorbed by the Ten Thousand Demons Furnace..."

The chess piece in the Heavenly One's hand suddenly fell down: "Luo Hou, I don't believe you are so kind."

"Of course I have the conditions."

"Speak up."

"If one day in the future, the realm of misery is opposed to the realm of the six heavens, I want you to stand on the side of misery."

This sentence shocked the heavenly beings and the earthly beings: "How is this possible in the realm of six heavens!"

"Luo Hu, I advise you to give up this dangerous idea."

"Don't you want to have the power of Pluto?"

"The energy of this book is not enough to break my seal."

"In addition to its own energy, this book also seals two great demons from the Black Sea Prison."

The Heavenly One is caught in a fierce ideological struggle. He comes from the Realm of the Six Heavens and knows how terrifying the Tower of Light is. Even if he regains his former divine power, he will still be defeated by the Sun God.

But he was tired of this kind of life and tired of being powerless.

"Luo Hou, I agree to you, but if the power of "The History of Holy Demon Yuan" is not enough to awaken Hades, you will have to provide me with energy in the future."

"can."

Immediately, a brown furnace with four legs and countless bone spurs was summoned by the Heavenly One.

Luo Hou threw the book in his hand.

In an instant, demonic energy surged into the sky, green light flashed, and painful roars came from the furnace.

"Ah~uh!"

"Ho~ ho!"

The original power was refined by the Ten Thousand Demons Furnace, and Yuan Shi Tianzai, Cangjie Tianxie and Miu Sitong were all sucked back into the book, together with the Yitian Demon and the Pier Demon sealed in the book, howling together.

As time passed, the howling became smaller and smaller. An hour later, the Ten Thousand Demons Furnace made no sound anymore, with only a furnace of pure energy exuding gleaming brilliance.

The Heavenly One couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart and shouted softly: "Ask the Eyes of God, drink~"

The energy in the furnace enters the body of the heavenly being along with the spell, constantly impacting the seal of God on the forehead of the heavenly being.

Just when the seal was gradually loosening and Pluto, the king of the underworld, was about to wake up, a surprised soliloquy sounded from the Tower of Light:

"The destiny has been changed. Why did Xiang Feitian wake up at this time?"

After waiting for a while, the seal of God was not released, and Wu Feitian's spiritual consciousness fell into a deep sleep again.

"Oh, I still lack some energy. I am an anomaly in this difficult situation. Keep working hard."

Correspondingly, in the Dark Tower, Emperor Qi Tian quietly replayed the battle between Luo Hou and others against Bo Xun.

"Thousands of Miles of Wild Sand, Panyin Shrine, a place that makes me miss you."

Next to him is a demon god with three heads and six arms, whose face is the same as that of Bo Xun.

"Your Majesty, I am incompetent, please forgive me."

"You are indeed incompetent."

The Demon God hurriedly said: "Although I failed, the progress of the latent desire is very smooth. Once it is completed, all the losses can be made up for."

Emperor Qi Tian spread his hands and said: "I only care about becoming stronger in a difficult situation."

"This?"

"If you don't become strong, how can you tolerate the arrival of my physical body."

Both light and darkness are about to stir. On the lecture platform of another world, the eminent monk did not preach today, but welcomed a person who was bathed in the rain of holy light and flowers.

"Tamaori Sho, Bo Xun failed, Zhengfa won, you did a good job."

"Tama Zhixiang doesn't dare to take credit. Everything is arranged by the Buddha."

"The Dharma rectification in the suffering state will last for thousands of years. This period of time can open up reincarnation, build the underworld, and allow life to flow."

"Get the decree."

"Comparing the Tower of Light and the Tower of Darkness, our power is still very weak. Only when reincarnation is established and everyone cultivates this life for the next life, will we have the endless power of faith."

(Finished today, will open a new volume tomorrow)

(End of this chapter)