Chapter 303: [The sorrow of death] Xue Meng of previous life
There is a deep bottomless gap in front of the road of martyrdom. It is the trace left by Chu Xiaoning's previous use of the schizophrenia. At this time, the rain poured into the ravine, as if the waterfall was flowing.
Above the chasm, a man in a black gold robe is facing them, holding a knife in one hand and volleying.
When I heard the movement, the man’s fingertips moved slightly and slowly turned back.
It is ink burning!
In the hurricane hunting, the heart is like an axe, and Chu night is incredulously staring at the person in front of him. ……what on earth is it? !
Rumble -
The pale electric light flashed, and then the thunder rose.
The pale light illuminates the **** face of the Emperor. That face is too horrible, and the teacher can't help but take a step back.
But Chu night, but involuntarily went two steps forward.
Blood marks.
The face is full of blood marks, in addition to the face, any inch of skin exposed outside is also criss-crossed, flesh and blood turned up. He is like a corpse that has been dismembered but has failed to disintegrate because the blade is not sharp enough. The body is covered with cracks, but there is still a handsome look between the eyebrows.
"..."
Chu night, his lips are white and white, he stood in the downpour and rain, watching the dead people who have been smashed by thousands of knives.
The dead man also stared at him, a pair of black and white eyes with blood and tears.
The fairy tales of Fu Xianjun are vague, memories and memories are strangled, souls and souls are fighting, perhaps because it is too painful, and he can't help but hold half of his face with the hand without a knife.
Black and red blood and rain fell from the fingers.
His thick eyelashes trembled, the anger of stepping on the immortal, and the confusion of the master of the ink: "... Why should this be done to me?"
Chu nightning: "..."
"Why do you want to kill me?" The man slammed into the ground, and his eyes reflected the reflection of Chu Yuning. Slowly, his expression became helpless and supple, he murmured: "Master, I have not done anything else?"
"Do not……"
"Do I still make you unhappy?"
Listening to his voice, Chu Xianning’s brain was broken and everything was chaotic. He thought, is it raining in the rain? No... No, it’s burnt.
Whether it is stepping on the emperor or the ink master, it is all smoldering.
The ink burned and blooded, and swayed toward him. The **** face was the white face of the corpse. There was no focal length in the open eyes, only a sorrow.
"I am here again to let you down. You have to do this to me."
The rain was almost in the bones of Chu Yuning, and it was cold and trembling. In this way, he looked at the ink and walked toward himself step by step. The ink burned in tears, and all the blood in his eyes was blood.
"Don't take me with a whip... I will hurt... even stupid, slower... you hit me... I will hurt... Master..."
The trembling from subtle to violent, to standing unsteady, Chu nightning almost collapsed.
He squatted down, and in the heavy rain he huddled up, his stomach was like a smash that was torn by a sharp claw. He was more like a dead man than the ink burning in front of him.
"I'm sorry..." Chu Yuning was sorrowful and sad, "...sorry..."
Your scars are as long as my pain.
Your hateful blood is finally on me.
He squatted in front of the smoldering, squatting, shrinking, almost using all the courage remaining in the rest of his life to raise his head, but because he looked at the body that was delayed by him, he finally couldn’t make a sound: "I can’t help you... ..."
He didn't know what went wrong, probably because the living dead man who still has a soul is not a real corpse, so the slashing spell is not fully effective.
The ink burns without death, but he tends to be crazy. Those memories of his life that are painful or crazy, or confused or sorrowful, have surged.
He is a light rain, is a master of ink, is a stepping fairy, is a small burning child.
Countless pieces of debris, made up the broken man in front of him.
"Ink burning..."
Hearing his voice, the ink-burning cocoon turned slightly. He stopped and the rain was red at his feet, and blood was everywhere.
After a while, the man who splits the mind suddenly becomes violent, as if he was encroached by another consciousness. He began to walk back and forth, and the hazy look became more and more terrifying in this distorted face.
"Chu Ning! You hate this seat, and you have to live your life at all costs, right?"
"This seat also hates you very much! Hate can't ruin your corpse, you can't let you smash the world! You can't blame me, you kill me--!"
The robe sleeves are hunting and glaring.
He smashed his anger and rushed to the crown. It seemed that the next moment he would rush to the ground and smash the throat of Chu’s night to crush him into pieces.
But the bow is not full, and the sword is not folded.
Only heard a loud bang, a blue light into the chest of Xianxian, stepping on the eyes of Xianjun, stunned and calm. After a few bucks, he slowly stood up straight, and stood alone on the road of the road.
Chu night Ning turned back, see the teacher swaying to hold the rock, but also maintain the posture of the swearing spell, a pair of peach eyes, fierce, flashing agitation.
"It’s almost the same as the old one." The teacher bite his molars and lifts his fingers. He stares at the **** and drunken Emperor. "You know what matters most. Since you are not dead, you can take it for you." I got the last thirty pieces of chess!"
"Be quick," he said, breathing, "can't drag again."
Under the flame of the spell, the face of the immortal, the chaos of good and evil, gradually became as quiet as the dead, such as frost and snow.
The madness in his eyes, the resentment, all the emotions disappeared.
Stepping on the priest, the priest of the priest was slightly dagger, and the flames of the knives in his hands lit up. He replied almost numbly: "Yes. Master."
When he finished, he lifted his hand and lowered the protective curse to protect the guard. Then the black robe swept like an eagle and wanted to fly toward the front hall. Can rise to the air, a figure is in front of him.
Chu nightning stopped him.
The whole body is soaked, and a heart has already been smashed and smashed, and hate can't be turned into mud dust, and it is broken in the storm.
But he still has to stop.
"If there are more people who are more comfortable, then that's fine..."
That was what he said when he was awake, so even if he was hurt again, he would be exhausted and he would have to last until the last moment.
Chu night Ningsha dumb road: "Huaisha, called."
Stepping on the king looked at the familiar golden light in his palm, and his eyebrows were instigated.
Huaisha.
rainstorm.
It is earthly. Blood is boundless.
Years ago, they had a similar day. On that day, they offered all the blood of each other, exhausted their life's force, and played the world's discoloration.
I did not think that the war of mentoring and apprenticeship in the past life would come to the world again after years of flooding.
When people live forever, they may be doomed. Just like Nangong is destined to hide from the ruin of the prime age, Ye Yexi is destined to become a red-faced gentleman, and the dying of life is destined to escape. Stepping Xianjun and Chu Yuning are destined to face each other.
Whether it is hate or love.
Can't escape.
"No return. Call."
The sizzling sound of the blazing blaze, the blue glory reflects the eyes of the stepping fairy. He is now exerted the strongest control by the teacher, and there is nothing in his eyes. He is like a mirror from hell, reflecting the cold and lonely figure in the rain.
The sword is breaking the clouds, and the cross knife is against the rain!
In the blast, two black and white figures are intertwined, and the spirits collide!
They quickly dismantled from the wind and rain, and when the time went to the sand, the wind raged, and the splashes of the two people's bodies were like snow and sea, and they seemed to be dusty. No one has slacked off, and they are fighting each other, all the way from the back hill to the front of the tower.
This embarrassing battle has curbed the clouds, and people at the foot of the mountain have been alarmed and looked up.
"Is it Chu Ning?"
"He, how did he fight with the ink? Are they not a group?"
Raindrops such as Wanma mad, the peak of the dead life, Chu nightning hands in the hands of the golden light, straight thorns on the chest of Xianjun! However, the light has not yet been pushed, and the sound of the bursting sound is heard. Hehe Yanyang rushes out of the palm of the scent with the lava splashing, like a volcanic torrent that will swallow the golden light!
"boom!"
In an instant, the broken bricks and tiles were splashed, and the surrounding trees were uprooted.
At this time, Jiang Yan was arguing against the chessmen in front of the mountain. He reacted extremely quickly and shouted: "Be careful!" The words slammed open an enchantment to protect the people around them. The towering giant woods are all on his enchantment.
Jiang Yan is extremely difficult to support. When he spurts blood, he falls on one knee and his lips are scarlet.
"Open the enchantment! I can't stop it for the second time!"
Many monks only remembered in a panic at this time, and they rushed out of the enchantment umbrella. They looked up in the direction of Tongtian Tower. At this moment, they couldn’t help but be a little bit stunned. What kind of strength is this?
In front of the Buddhism Pagoda, the two men and the masters became more and more fierce. Chu nighting gnawed his teeth and responded to every move made by Stepping Xianjun. In addition to him in this world, I am afraid that no second person can take up so many attacks from the emperor.
Only Chu night can be.
——The man in front of him, the tip of the knife, the dodging, and the like, are similar to those of the past, and they are all taught by Chu.
It was just after this death, several times, even in front of this tower, he adjusted the action posture of the ink-burning hand and repeatedly licked his heart. From the ignorant ignorant teenager, all the way to the moment the military blade collided.
This is the second peak match between Beidou Xianzun and Chu Ning, and his disciple stepping on the emperor's ink.
In that year, Chu night Ning took the sword and there was hope in his heart. He thought he could save a misguided disciple and he did his best.
But this time, Chu nightning knows that everything can't be turned back, no matter whether he wins or loses, the person he most wants to redeem can't come back.
Stepping on the fairy, he said: "I am obstructing me."
In front of the eyes, it seems to flash the situation when the young boy burns the sword. The childish child is sweating on his forehead, stepping on the bamboo under the rising morning, and taking out three sword flowers and falling lightly on the ground.
He turned his head and smiled at Chu’s late night. Pear vortex deeply: “The teacher respects the master, do you think I am good at learning?”
The flames in the palm of the hand swayed into the chest ribs.
Chu nightning flashed away, and the **** palm of stepping on the fairy was rubbed against his clothes.
But at the beginning, when the ink burned in the red lotus water to accompany him, it was clearly this trick. At that time, the young man’s palm was still narrow and narrow, and there was no scar.
When the young man looked at him with a gentle face, he smiled and took his hand and said, "Don't fight, and then fight it, it's gone."
The knife is screaming and the sword is long.
Chu night Ning suddenly remembered in the village of Yuliang, Mo-burning had been thirsty to pull him together to see the lakeside social scene, the copper gongs rang, the drum strings were cut.
The ear sings with a sling and sings: "The overlord is full of anger -"
On the stage, the oil painting on the stage painted a face, and the under-the-counter ink burned and concentratedly looked at it. Chu night Ning looked up, and the ink burned immediately pulled out from the ancient mourning and raised his eyes from his childhood wish.
He smiled and asked him: "Is it good?"
The eyes are black and lacquered, very moist.
Chu Xiaoning once thought that those plays, the play is long, oh, a word can not be broken into three words to sing, he does not understand what is really good. But at the moment, he really wants to go back to the social theater in Yuliang Village.
The pine oil blows the fire, and Wusheng drums toward the river, and the rivers and lakes are splendid. That scene, if you sing for a lifetime, how good.
"Hey!"
Suddenly a lost, Huai Sha was not shot down!
The same was true of the year, when the Excalibur fell behind, he immediately swept back and called the day to ask for a stop. But this time, the strength of stepping Xianjun is closer to one level, so Chu Xiaoning has not had time to retreat, and the black-skinned knife has pointed to his chest.
Stepping on the fairy squint.
His eyes were gray and he couldn't tell who he was pointing at. I only know that the opponent’s enthusiasm is exhausted, just like the people who ran on the night in Liangshan, listening to the tube all night, and singing on all sides.
Only the negatives in the road are recalcitrant.
"Things that get in the way."
Thin lips open and close, a knife! !
On the occasion of this life and death, a sinuous gold folding fan flew in the oblique thorns, facing the stepping face of the immortal king! This fan is very fierce, and the strength is amazing. Stepping Xianjun immediately retire and return, but the knife is blocked, but it is still forced to step back by this Xuanjin fan.
Then, the three red and blue interlaced light arrays were pressed down from the sky, and the situation was like a thunder, which would have embarrassed them!
"Who?!" Stepping on the fairy can not move for a time, not to be bitten by the decayed teeth, screaming and screaming, "Get out!"
The black cloud turns over the ink, and the three fuzzy shadows stand on the top of the tower of Tongtian Tower. They jumped down from the rainstorm waterfall and steadily landed in front of the long step. At this time, I can finally see their faces, and they are three people -
A fox fell and his eyebrows were frivolous.
A blonde bundled up, his eyes cold.
The person standing at the forefront, about the shape of thirty or forty years old, was gray and blue, his eyes were sharp and radiant, his expression was calm, and a knife slanted through his left forehead. This person had no frivolous edge. Some are just calm, and there is a kind of load that is very similar to Xue Zhengyi.
The man raised his hand and caught the Xuan Jin folding fan that came back from the counter-rotation, lifting up a pair of eyes that no longer looked young.
It is the previous Mei family brother...and...
A thunder was broken.
Chu nightning looked at the man -
Another red dust Xuemeng! ! !