Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

The sacred tree located in the highest place in the heaven is born from the snow and is watered by the wind, rain and dew.

It was the product of the birth of the aura of heaven and earth when Pangu opened the sky.

It condenses the purest energy in the universe and can be called the oldest and most precious spiritual plant in the six realms. Likewise, it is also the source of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The stone steps leading to the sacred tree float in the void, swaying as if they are moving with the spiritual wind, which is very unstable.

One foot landed on it.

The stone steps didn't move at all, as if they didn't feel the weight of this person. Only the rolling clouds indicated that a person was passing by.

Looking up from the cloud-patterned shoes on a white background, the person who came was wearing a white coat with wide sleeves, and the skirt and cuffs were embroidered with light-colored flowing cloud patterns. His long hair was blown away by the wind, and he even wore a jade crown, a hosta, and even the most ordinary hairpins. There is no hair tie, no restrictions. The touch of red between the eyebrows exudes the aura of burning sun.

Because of his arrival, the sky wind formed by the gathering of spiritual energy became unstable, and the originally calm clouds rolled and became filled with chills.

Xiyao was looking at the sacred fruit on the tree attentively, watching it turn from green to red little by little, and the sadness in her heart was also dissipated.

Suddenly a cold wind blew across his cheek. The hair on the temples moves with the wind. When Xiyao turned around, she saw this uninvited guest. The strange young man was reflected in those eyes as beautiful as autumn water.

His expression was as cold and still as a deep pool.

Depressed, heavy.

His body has the scorching aura of the extreme sun, but facing him from such a distance makes people feel like they are being roasted by a blazing fire.

Xiyao looked at the young man quietly without making any move.

As the source of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the sacred tree has no spiritual consciousness, but it has an innate sensitivity to the good and evil of human hearts. Even Emperor Fuxi, who had evil intentions, could not get even half a step closer to the sacred tree. Anyone who can reach this point, a god, has been recognized by the sacred tree.

He looked gentle and harmless.

But Xiyao's inner vigilance gradually became stronger.

She had spent time with Fei Peng, and had met many times with the demon Zunzhenglou who loved to show off his ferocity and fights, so she was particularly touched by that unique murderous aura.

The one who comes is not good.

The only difference was that his killing was a little more subtle.

Jiang Chen also looked at her, facing the ancient goddess Xiyao, who was known as the number one goddess in heaven and whose beauty was said to be dazzling. But there was no extraneous emotion in his eyes. He said slowly, "If you still don't want to die..."

Xiyao's hand gently rested on the sacred tree. The sadness in her eyes dissipated a little and gradually became firm, "What do you want to do with it?"

Her fingertips had already picked up the magic formula, and she was quite defensive.

As the goddess who protects the sacred tree, Xiyao's character is unquestionable.

Except for Tang Xuejian, who was sent to the mortal world seven hundred years ago because of her longing for Fei Peng, during the rest of the time, the sacred tree never made any mistakes under her protection.

"So, you don't want to get out of the way?"

…

More than ten days and nights have passed in the mortal world.

Penglai is located in a sea of ​​thunderclouds, and the sky above Penglai is the blue ocean where swimming fish live.

Here, you can't tell whether it's day or night.

Prince Changqin has developed a hobby of playing with birds in the past few days.

Xuannv was tortured by him and could not calm down to heal her wounds. Now she fell in the birdcage without any improvement, motionless. The feathers were stuck together and stained with blood.

Ziyin and others were unable to break free from the restraints, and a lot of energy was wasted in the past ten days.

They finally calmed down and sat cross-legged on the ground to rest.

Knowing this, Changqin didn't face any difficulties. Even Ouyang Shaogong, who is not kind-hearted, rarely makes things difficult for unrelated and desperate people.

Even when he was Ouyang Shaogong, he could barely be considered a doctor. Sometimes, he is kind enough to help some people who are at the end of their rope...

Until the strings of Feng Lai Qin trembled slightly.

Changqin woke up from the memories and opened his eyes.

Baili Tusu's waist flashed with a faint green light.

The brilliance became more and more dazzling, and the green light emerged from Baili Tusu's waist, flashing and shining, extremely bright.

Changqin's eyes twitched slightly, "Xianyu's dragon scales?" He quickly reacted and said to Baili Tusu, "Yes. You saw Xianyu in Zuzhou..."

His voice was deeper, and he was obviously not in a good mood when he saw this dragon scale, "We are obviously the same existence. But God treats us differently. People who lack life souls and have no return have been wandering for thousands of years. Just to keep myself alive, you can easily have a normal life. When I met Xunfang, I thought it was an unexpected gift from God, but Penglai suffered a natural disaster. When Qingxue saw you, everything was fine, and you... even got help from Nuwa. "

Changqin's eyes suddenly became very sad, "What you have is the memory of Han Yunxi, but my memory is full of the pain and resentment that Ouyang Shaogong experienced. Prince Changqin, I am afraid that I can no longer ignore those memories. The misery and loneliness...I am indeed Changqin, but I am just Changqin after experiencing half of the immortal spirit soul transfer..."

Baili Tusu said, "Since you are half of the fairy, why is Shao Gong still alive..." This is clearly a lie...

Changqin lowered his eyes, "Do you think Changqin can't feel it? Are you curious why I didn't target him?"

"Because the half of the immortal spirit that exists in Ouyang Shaogong's body is no longer Changqin." He looked at Baili Tusu coldly, "Because of your impulsiveness and stupidity, because of the so-called doing justice for heaven, and Let Changqin's original half of the fairy spirit disappear into the world. "This new half of the fairy spirit was replaced by the technique of drawing the soul of life...

Disappeared?

Baili Tusu was silent, or he didn't know how to refute these words. After all, that person was Changqin, not the Ouyang Shaogong he hated. He wants to say that he is not stupid, he also wants to say that he is not impulsive, and he also wants to ask, isn't it the right thing to do justice for heaven?

Feng Qingxue became anxious when she saw that Changqin had said all the unpleasant things about Baili Tusu, but Tusu actually believed his words. She unconsciously took two steps forward to argue with Changqin to defend Baili Tusu, but she bumped into him. On the barrier, he had no choice but to stand back and said angrily, "Since you also have his memory, then you should also know how many wrong things Shao Gong did. Su Su believed in him so much, but he massacred Qinchuan The common people even caused Master Xiuning to be tortured..." She spoke outspokenly for a while, and only then did she realize that she mentioned Su Su's sad story again, so she could only say, "I used to treat him like an elder brother, but …Isn’t it his own fault that all these results have happened?”

Being treated like this, Changqin didn't look as crazy as Ouyang Shaogong. He just said, "You haven't experienced that kind of pain, how do you know his dissatisfaction?"

Feng Qingxue seriously advised, "Yes, I have never experienced that kind of pain, but Su Su is different. Why didn't he lose his nature and become the murderous executioner!"

Changqin sneered coldly, "Baili Tusu? How much is his pain worth? Does Baili Tusu have the memory of that extreme pain of separation of soul and soul?! During those thousands of years of wandering, he was always worried that he would never be the same again. How much of the panic of dying and not being able to see the sun the next day is in his memory? In the darkness, there is no hope, only the little light of Xunfang will be taken away by God's will in the end. How much does Baili Tusu know! If you, Qingxue, were killed by the sky fire, and the Youdu that you considered your hometown was destroyed by Fuxi, how much pain could Baili Tusu suffer without experiencing it personally? Experience it!”

Feng Qingxue only felt that this originally gentle immortal had become as unreasonable as Ouyang Shaogong, "What about that Shaogong? He has also experienced everything, but he is obviously calmer than you!"

"Calm down?!" There was a bit of mockery on the corner of Changqin's lips, "Are you sure he is calm?"

"It's just not obvious that he's crazy."

If that man were calm, how could he be more impatient than him to destroy Fuxi!

When Ziyin heard this, he sighed, "Uncle Master..." Murong Ziying, after all, he had seen Xuan Xiao's appearance before...

Changqin suddenly said, "Why don't you guess how far he has achieved now?"

"Although he doesn't like blood, he can still destroy the heaven with his own hands... Chang Qin feels that he is much more ruthless than me."

He was talking to himself, standing in front of Feng Qingxue, staring at her without blinking, as if looking at another person from her.

Feng Qingxue felt that this was exactly the same as the look in Shao Gong's eyes when he saw her missing Xunfang...

Changqin asked her, "Are you afraid of losing yourself? Or are you afraid of remembering all the painful things in the world? Every time I passed through the soul, I tried hard to maintain those dilapidated memories. Now that the soul is intact, I can remember it clearly. I have suffered thousands of years of pain, so it is better to just forget about it and lose myself, or to keep myself and the pain I have endured forever in my heart..."

"In such a dilemma, who dares to really make a choice."

Forget yourself and all those experiences, and you become another person. If we remember it forever, how can people be as peaceful and happy as they were before they experienced pain?

After all, it was just an unwilling struggle to be pushed onto the guillotine...

The emotions and memories of the two souls and three souls still remain in that body. The person who is reborn in the body will not be able to settle down with this feeling.

He was an anomaly, but just like him. After all, he was just a ridiculous existence who struggled to comfort himself and held on to a slim hope even though he knew he would never be able to return to the past.

Knowing clearly that there is a moon in the well, yet still binding oneself in a cocoon.

Unreachable.

How stupid!

The five fingers of Changqin almost hit Fenglai Qin, and the sound of the piano buzzed. His fingertips plucked the Feng Lai strings very quickly, as if venting his anger, and his breath became violent.

But it's obvious that they are so stupid, why do people like them not look back!

As soon as this resentful piano sound came out, everyone in the enchantment couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Xuanniao fell to the ground.

Only Master Ziyin was in slightly better condition, but his face was also pale.

The vitality that had been restored in dozens of days was completely lost.

There was a sudden loud roar between heaven and earth.

That special spiritual sound seemed to resonate with Feng Lai.

The body of Feng Lai Qin is cracked and has some lines.

Changqin stopped his hand, his expression became clearer, and he said softly, "I didn't expect that I would not be able to avoid this disaster after all."

Such a sentence suddenly rang out in the main hall, which made others feel extremely strange.

Ziyin, Baili Tusu, Feng Qingxue all looked up at him.

"Is this fate?" Even if he doesn't completely disappear from this world, he can't survive in human form? "But seeing the Supreme Emperor of Heaven, everything he cares about is destroyed in an instant, and Changqin has lived for all these days..." Although he didn't die in my hands, he can take revenge without bloodshed. If he can meet Xunfang, he can be more justified...

Fate...

This ridiculous fate...

Changqin smiled. With this smile, he seemed to have become the gentle and calm immortal in ancient times, without pain, sadness, or the resentment and hesitation of thousands of years of wandering. He was full of gentleness and peace, and naturally compassionate to all things.

Prince Changqin was also a passionate immortal.

His eyes fell on Feng Qingxue, and he suddenly smiled with an ambiguous meaning, and the golden light flowed on his fingertips.

The three wanted to resist, but they were finally sealed in the ice.

Cold, bone-chilling cold.

It seemed that in an instant, the bones were frozen and became fragile. A slight touch would break them into pieces.

Feng Qingxue wanted to curl up to keep warm almost instantly, but her body was numb and unable to move.

Soon, it became as hot as the flames of hell.

She used her spiritual power to break the solid ice.

But she was shocked to find that the spiritual power she had cultivated for many years had gradually dissipated and could no longer be felt in her body.

The spiritual energy around her continued to fade away, almost without a trace.

She tried to turn her eyes and wanted to look in the direction of Baili Tusu, but she couldn't move after all.

She knew he was by her side, but she couldn't see him...

Her tendons were repeatedly tortured by the cold and hot breath, and it seemed that they were about to be torn apart by pain, but her consciousness was extremely clear, and even a little bit of pain was magnified countless times.

Until one moment, there was no pain, and no consciousness.

As for Baili Tusu...

He was also trapped in it, but he could still see the outside world clearly.

It's a pity that if he knew that he would see this result with his own eyes, he would probably wish he was blind.

Because Feng Qingxue's frozen world shattered at that moment.

It shattered with the person.

Like a mirror flower and a moon in the water.

Only pieces of ice fell on the ground, without even a splash of blood.

Baili Tusu was stunned, and then went crazy, "Qingxue!"

He knelt down with a thud, and touched the bloody broken ice with his fingertips. His eyes were bloodshot, and he called out in a trembling voice, "Qingxue..."

He suddenly raised his head and stared at the prince's harp. His sorrow unconsciously turned into a murderous aura. He gritted his teeth and said, "Prince's harp!"

He picked up Fen Ji and chopped it randomly without any rules. This time, he actually broke the barrier. Zi Yin took a look and raised his hand to strike out a seal-breaking spell. The barrier seemed to become paper-made and shattered completely. Zi Yin frowned. The originally solid barrier suddenly became like this. I'm afraid that Uncle Xuan Xiao...

When the immortal spirit of the harp was separated, the evil spirit of Fen Ji Sword had dissipated completely. But at this moment, Baili Tusu gave people a more terrifying feeling than when the evil spirit invaded his body.

He raised his sword and chopped at Changqin's head.

Changqin did not dodge, but smiled and said, "In the past, you advised me to follow the will of heaven, but I didn't want to. You said I was obsessed... Changqin is an immortal, so what if I decide the life and death of a mortal? Today she died, it was just her fate. I also advise you to accept your fate. What do you think, Baili Tusu, don't you want to accept your fate?..."

He lowered his eyes, and his body gradually disappeared, turning into a golden stream of light, and was collected in Fenglai Qin.

When he disappeared, Baili Tusu's sword chopped empty. He was filled with grief and indignation, and his hatred was hard to dissipate. Seeing the golden zither and the Fenji in his hand, he was extremely angry for a while, and chopped the Fenglai Qin with a sword without hesitation, and it was chopped into pieces without any hindrance. He seemed to have lost his mind, and only knew to chop at Fenglai with one sword after another.

The zither was chopped into pieces of light golden Ruomu in a short time.

Fen Ji was also broken, as if it had turned into a piece of ordinary iron.

When the anger dissipated, Baili Tu Su held the sword motionless and fell straight to the ground. His eyes were blurry, and he touched a piece of bloody broken ice not far away with trembling hands. He could vaguely see the blue corner of the clothes in it.

Tears suddenly flowed from the corners of his eyes. He began to hate why the culprit died so early...

Zi Yin knelt on one knee, and seeing such a situation, his heart was also sad, thinking of Tianhe and Lingsha, who were separated by life and death a thousand years ago.

"Tu Su..."

After all, he was useless. A thousand years ago, he did not help Tianhe, and a thousand years later, he watched Tu Su fall into such a situation...

The sky shook and the earth shook.

Penglai collapsed completely.

This time, it was not like the time when he lost Yu Heng before, but was only burned by Fen Ji's flames. At this moment, the sea of ​​thunderclouds also dissipated for some reason, and huge waves fell from the sky, submerging the broken island in the sea.

Ziyin flew to take Baili Tusu away with his sword, but found that his own magic power had become very little.

Penglai gradually sank.

Ziyin looked at the sky light that was gradually fading away, and saw everything sinking into the sea, and seemed to understand that person's thoughts.

I remember that Uncle Xuanxiao was thrown into the whirlpool of the East China Sea...

It was night in the mortal world.

Hongyu was still standing on the beach.

Fang Lansheng had returned to Qinchuan, and Xiangling had gone out to sea to find his relatives.

Everything seemed to be settled.

But Hongyu felt that things... were not that simple.

She knew that Master Ziyin had entered the sea of ​​thunderclouds.

He has not come out yet.

She was very uneasy now.

The stars tonight were really bright.

The waves were shining brightly, which made people feel at peace. But it was so empty that it was scary.

This darkness seemed to swallow up all life.

The sea breeze blew up her long skirt, and her fiery red became so small in such darkness.

A bright stream of light suddenly streaked across the sea.

Hongyu felt something in her heart, turned her head and looked at the sky, and took a breath of cold air.

This stream of light was just the beginning.

Endless fire began to fall from the sky.

Heaven. The Snow Terrace of the Divine Tree.

Jiang Chen sat quietly beside the broken tree roots, his breath unstable. There was only a piece of bright red blood around him.

The chaotic spiritual energy had become a storm, and the red leaves of the Divine Tree on the ground were blown off the roof. His white robe was blown up by the wind, making a sharp sound, but no matter how fierce the storm was, those murderous spiritual storms seemed to have eyes, and no one dared to approach him...

The originally tall sacred tree had been broken into pieces. Under this fierce spiritual wind, it was cut into pieces.

Many fragments fell into the mortal world and became the flowing fire that brought spiritual death and the disappearance of the gods.

The spiritual energy of the six realms almost dissipated completely.

Xiyao, who was guarding the sacred tree, was gone.

Jiang Chen leaned against the broken tree roots, his face had turned an ugly blue-gray color, and the blood color on his body gradually spread. His eyes fell on the red sacred fruit in his hand. .

With a flash of spiritual light, it seemed to have come to life, moved twice in the palm of his hand, and fell down.

Jiang Chen looked at the enlarged figure beside him, his expression a little gloomy.

Hua Manlou.

It was exactly the same as his memory.

Jiang Chen looked at it for a while, frowned slightly, and with a flick of his sleeve, the figure immediately turned into powder.

The flesh and blood scattered all over the ground again.

His expression was cold, and in a flash, he took out another one and turned into Lu Xiaofeng.

Not long after, he smashed it with another palm.

Every time he destroyed a person, his eyes became more gloomy.

This brutal behavior is really terrifying.

Xihe walked around in the spiritual storm, and when he came back, he had condensed into a human form.

It was a young boy. He completely ignored the blood on the ground and said seriously the first sentence after he turned into a human form, "Master."

Jiang Chen turned his head and said coldly. "I am not Xuan Xiao."

Xihe's eyebrows were cold, and he nodded after hearing him say this, "Xihe knows."

This sentence should have been very much in line with Jiang Chen's wishes, but at this time, Jiang Chen was silent, even colder.

He sat beside Jiang Chen and said seriously, "You are different from him. The biggest difference is that when Master Xuanxiao swung Xihe, he was thinking about letting Qionghua ascend. But the master's sword has always been swung for freedom."

"But there is no absolute freedom in the world, Master."

"During those thousand years, Xihe had long seen clearly that none of these masters understood. Today, Xihe dared to speak too much here, and he had already made up his mind. In the past, Xihe did not understand people's feelings, but now, he has experienced so much."

"Xihe doesn't know who these people you broke are, but Xihe thinks that they are not the master's enemies. Master, I was born as a sword spirit, and I can't choose. Master Xuanxiao disappeared inexplicably that year, and I don't know the reason. The thousand years trapped in the whirlpool of the East China Sea were enough for Xihe to understand that you and him are not the same person. When the master came again, the familiarity made me break free and come to find you."

"Really?" He asked blankly, and his mind was in a trance for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he pinched his two fingers without warning.

Xihe snapped into two pieces.

Xihe glanced at his broken sword, his eyebrows and eyes were calm, just like Jiang Chen's usual expression. "Xihe has this spiritual consciousness, originally obtained by the master's spirit-drawing technique, so it's okay for you to take it back. But master... is this what you want now?"

Xihe's figure gradually dimmed and disappeared.

The two broken swords fell beside him.

Jiang Chen looked at it for a while, but Xihe's words echoed in his mind like a spell. He flicked his sleeves, and the sword fell into the endless thick clouds.

His eyebrows suddenly hung a bit of fatigue.

He slowly calmed down, leaned against the roots of the tree, and his breath gradually faded.

It's over... It's over.

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