dhibooks Chapter 132 Pain
Chapter 132 Pain
What is the most hurtful thing in the world?
Haze outside the object is a partner, and the sun and moon in the pot are Ren Chanjuan. Where does he return when he is full of achievements, and he drives the cloud car directly into the cave.
Xuanzong, who is in the sacred place of Taoism and Taoism, does not see the immortal energy of the past, and the fresh air is swaying. Thousands of immortals come to court. Now only half of the majestic thousand-story cloud ladder stone steps in front of the mountain gate are left, and the other half has become dust and scattered on the side of the road. .The branches and leaves of the towering ancient trees are scattered, decadent and bleak, with no vitality, only the depression of the twilight.
Even though three months have passed, the shadow of that catastrophe still hangs over everyone's heart.
Under the catastrophe, the palace does not exist, the scenic spots no longer exist, and scorched earth can be seen everywhere, and even now I can still feel the aftermath of the catastrophe.
The restored part of the palaces and houses is still only a small part, barely able to provide shelter for Xuanzong Taoists, and more of them are broken tiles and bricks, broken walls and ruins.
Xuanzong's Taoist body is wearing a silk belt, and his face is full of grief. Who can bear this blow?Not only the biggest protective umbrella, Qingtian Sword Meridian, has been completely killed and injured, but inheritance is also a problem. The suzerain, the spiritual symbol of the sect, died under the catastrophe. Does it mean that the heavenly law denies the existence of Xuanzong?
The Hall of Chuangong, which used to be full of books, has been completely reduced to rubble. Instead of hearing the old Taoist voice, there are a few whispers of discussion.
"Xuanzong deserved it right. Who knows what they did that violated the law of heaven and caused the punishment of heaven to come to the world."
"Isn't it? Especially their suzerain dyed green smoke, who was able to see through the secrets of the great way since he was a child, he is a monster, and the scourge is not surprising at all."
"That's right, there is also the Qingtian Sword Vein, which has been standing at the top of the Dao world for tens of thousands of years. They are ranked second, whoever dares to be the first, this is all right, it will be wiped out, leaving only the youngest disciple. I heard that although his strength is very good, he should be far inferior to his senior brothers and sisters. So, it will be a matter of time before Xuanzong falls into the clouds."
"I can't stand up. Up to now, the only remaining sword disciple has not shown up yet. It seems that it can't be done. It seems that this peerless art is going to be lost."
People who were jealous of Xuanzong before looked at Xuanzong's suffering so gloatingly, and wanted to get a piece of the pie from Xuanzong to nourish and strengthen themselves.
Feng Youyu was dressed in a black Taoist robe, expressionless, seemingly calm and calm on the outside, but the hand that held Fuchen tightly revealed his heart.
These people, these words, he had heard too much these days, and even many people in the sect were quite pessimistic and panicked. Xuanzong's strength was overwhelming, and it was a problem for him to be able to gain a foothold in the Fengyun Mountain Range.
In fact, the loss of the sect is second, and the loss of the teacher overnight is the most shocking thing.
Feng Youyu, who had just been enthroned as suzerain for three months, took over this mess. He was only over a hundred years old, and his cultivation base was just innate. The world is not as beautiful as it used to be.
In the past, other sects' respect and friendliness towards Xuanzong were based on their disparity in strength. Now that they lost the protection of their master, it was like a hedgehog without its protective thorns, and could be manipulated by others.
Trying my best to maintain my own demeanor, it is a good self-restraint not to use the whisk to drive out all these sarcastic people. If the teachers are still there, would these people still dare to say these words?
He pursed his lips tightly, suppressing the anger in his heart, how much he wanted to roar at them, telling them that the master is not a monster, how powerful she is, how much she loves her disciples, how easy-talking the elders of the Qingtian Sword Vessel are, to support the younger generation, But is it useful to say this now?
Although Xuanzong was supported by them, it was not only them, but also other weak disciples of the younger generation.
Now I shoulder the responsibility of protecting Xuanzong's other Taoists. I am the suzerain, so I have to consider for the sect.
Trying his best to send away those people who were tempted to read jokes, he calmed down his desire to hit people, and Feng Youyu laughed lightly, so he can still have such a good temper, in the past he would just go straight up when he saw who was upset.
The suzerain hall, which used to be bustling, is now empty, desolate and desolate, with a gust of wind blowing by.
Stretching out his hand to support the white jade railing above Danbi, it is so icy cold, obviously in the past he only thought this white jade lotus was very warm and soft, but now it is so cold.
Silently looking around the hall, Feng Youyu is still like a dream. Some time ago, the master gently taught me astrology, but now, he is the suzerain?
The world is impermanent but so.
Taking a deep breath, straightening his clothes, Feng Youyu stepped out of the hall, and the bright sun shone on him, bringing warmth and light.
Everything will be fine, and I will take over the heavy responsibility of the master and lead Xuanzong to a hopeful future again.
Went to Guanxue Peak to visit my junior uncle Yi Zaiyu. Ever since I saw my master disappearing in the cloud of robbery that day, Yi Zaiyu was filled with grief and passed out. Now I wake up in a daze all day, like a walking dead. Such a state is really reassuring No less, now Xuanzong is the only elder left, not to mention, he is still the master's Taoist companion.
To be honest, Feng Youyu didn't seem to bother Yi Zaitang at all.
Master's death made me feel so uncomfortable, let alone my little uncle.How much he loved his master before, how much he looked forward to the birth of his junior brother, and how much he valued his fellow masters, brothers and sisters. He paid more and more attention to it. It is incredible that he is not crazy now.
Perhaps, already on the verge of madness.
Accompanied by Feixue, as soon as they reached the peak, Feng Youyu was so frightened that he almost lost his wits. From a distance, he saw Yi Zaiyu standing on the peak and slaying himself with a sword, with a determined expression on his face.
Urging lightness kung fu hastily, he rushed over, a snowflake fluttered behind him, and rushed like lightning to the Qingyan sword on Yi Zai's neck: "Master!"
The sharp sword glow pierced the neck, and a trace of blood stained the collar. Feng Youyu was terrified to see that if he was a moment too late, Yi Zaitan would really be dead.
"Uncle! Master, they must want you to survive!"
Feng Youyu held down the sword firmly, looking at the embarrassed Yi Zaitan in front of him, he felt extremely sad, and the tears he had held back for a long time finally couldn't help but flow down.
He didn't cry when other people bullied him, the young suzerain, and he didn't cry when other sects bullied the current Xuanzong and took their interests. Now, seeing that his only elder is leaving him, Feng It's hard to be in love, this is my last elder.
In the past, Yi Zaitang was so high-spirited and energetic, confident that there would be no difficulty to hold back the sword in his hand, and he could protect anyone he cared about.
The current him, with messy hair and beard, and blue face, looks more like a dead person than a living person, and even pointed the sword of love in his hand at himself. Is this still the old Yi Zadan?
The master said that Qingtian Jianmai are people who value love, and the word love can make people strong, but it can also make people weak, which is their greatest weakness.
"Survive? For what?" Yi Zaiyu, who was devastated, couldn't raise his hands, his eyes were blank, "The green smoke has cleared, and all relatives are bereaved. Why am I still alive?"
"Yi Zayu!" Taoist Yunshi, who had been taking care of Yi Zatan, didn't have the time to bring a bowl of medicine. Yi Zatan almost died in front of him. splash.
Sad, how can you not be sad?The formerly cheerful Yi Yutang has now turned into a ghost like this, who can recognize that this is the most talented disciple of Qingtian Sword Meridian?
"Yi Zaiyu, you still have a sect!" Grabbing Yi Zaiyu's collar, Taoist Yunshi let out a low shout, which at least gave Yi Zayu a reaction, and a gleam of light came into his dazed eyes.
Feng Youyu quickly grabbed the sword, fearing that the only remaining elder would follow Master and the others.
"Okay, Zongmen." Yi Zaitan wiped the vermilion at the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes, and said so, but he was not angry at all.
Feng Youyu hugged Qingyan tightly in his hand, and couldn't help frowning, such Yi wasted, what should he use to reawaken his vitality?He didn't know, maybe, only the teacher's rebirth.
The alien world, the flame demon city, the magic city in the raging fire is majestic and majestic, and its majestic and strange momentum is like an ancient beast, showing its own threats and dangers.
Alone in a quiet corner of the palace, the doctor from the demon world walked back and forth in the courtyard with a small medicine box in his arms. Bu Jianque watched him circling around in a hurry, but calmed down and drank tea leisurely.
"Bu Jianque, this is not like your temperament." The doctor turned around again, raised his head and sighed, and saw Bu Jianque sitting on the side drinking tea, without a trace of worry, and suddenly felt that he was in vain In a hurry.
Bu Jianque glanced at him: "Why am I in a hurry? It's not my wife who is sick, and it's not me who is being cured. I'm just here to watch the fun."
The medical seat was stunned for a while, but after thinking about it, in the end, he should be anxious, after all, he was responsible for the physical condition of the ghost queen.
"What's the rush? Even if the devil's energy is seriously eroded this time, our Demon Emperor won't let the ghost queen die like this." Bu Jianque drank tea, his seemingly leisurely appearance, but his heart was full of excitement. The inexplicable pleasure and indignation, the pleasure of abandoning the Emperor of Heaven, and the indignation that Mr. Liuzhao compromised so quickly.
Even though he understands that the world is forcing him, he is still unhappy with Mr. Liuzhao's compromise. If you compromise sooner or later, why tell him the truth, and let him have complicated inner conflicts and make it difficult to make a decision.
Yes, as Liu Zhaojun wished, my respect for Emperor Qitian has long since been completely shattered, and I don't even think about being loyal. What can I do if I have a different heart?
He has no ability and is unlikely to betray the Demon Emperor, but it is also impossible to sit back and watch death by himself.
These two are exactly the same hateful!
Bu Jianque squeezed the teacup in his hand tightly, his eyes darkened, wishing he could smash the teacup in his hand to the ground, rush in and ask carefully what the two of them were thinking.
In the spacious and warm bedroom, the light red sand fluttered slightly, and the fragrance was warm and pleasant. The black figure stood by the bed, looking at Mr. Liu Zhao who was burnt unconscious in the brocade quilt on the bed, feeling inexplicable.
The palm with gold ornaments lightly brushed Liu Zhaojun's trembling eyelashes, and touched the red marks on his brows, wisps of pure divine power repaired Liu Zhaojun's overwhelmed body.
Gold, originally a color that can bring warmth to people, but now it has a hint of coldness.
"Master, Master..." The sleepy Mr. Liu Zhao burst into tears, clenched the quilt tightly with his hands, and kept raving.
The impact of Dao Demon Qi is too unbearable for him now, the collapse of Dao Body is inevitable, but it cannot dissipate now.
Stretching out his hand to wipe away the tears streaming down his hot cheeks, Qi Tiandi felt his fingertips were so hot for a moment.
"Tears are the most useless." Qi Tiandi looked at Liu Zhaojun struggling in a coma, "After all, in your heart, Xuanzong is the number one."
However, Xuan, nothing in the world lasts forever, only the God who created the world lasts forever.
Time can wash away all sorrows and forget the joys and angers of the past. In a long time, it is a very stupid thing to be manipulated by emotions. It will only make you weak and painful.
If you can't let go of Xuanzong, then I will help you break the fetters.
Emperor Qitian raised a strand of fiery red hair from Liu Zhaojun's temple, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
He has a long time, more patience than anyone else.Now that Xuan still values Xuanzong, let's put it aside for now. When the holy demon is born, he will be incapable after losing his body, and his blood is on the side of the alien world. Sooner or later, Xuanzong's position in Xuanzong's heart will be replaced. It's never too late to clean up.
"Get used to it as soon as possible. This will be something you will have to get used to in your long life."
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