Yue Lao is famous for his eccentric personality. He has only been around for a few years, but he is known to be taciturn. Even when playing chess with his close friends, he seldom speaks.
And that day, when he left the Poison King Valley with the sleeping little girl in his arms, he said this to the Saint of the Poison family who was going out to see him off: I know you don't believe in destiny. It would be best if the stone carving cage left behind would remain silent forever.
Don't be afraid, all the favors you have to repay are within the stone ball.
Spread your palms, and the ball of paper, which has been kneaded to almost crumbs, lies quietly. There are faint ink marks on the thin paper, which are the things that fell out of the stone ball after it fell and broke.
Seven steps behind the stone, an iron-wood eagle's eye is arrayed in it, which is the way to survive.
That was the last chance of survival left to him by his old friend, Peeping Destiny. The Poison King slowly turned around and saw the people in Poyue Pavilion panicking like ants in a hole, with a desolate smile on his lips.
Wanqi Haoyue was the proud disciple he had devoted his whole life to training. How could he let his life be ruined by a female killer who was full of crimes? Even if the child would hate him, today, he would risk his life to shock the world.
The dragon and the phoenix of the couple were completely eliminated.
The blind old man has been wandering around here for the past two days. Finally, at the last moment, he found the mark on the hemlock tree that looked like an eagle's eye. He followed the scar's guidance to find the location of the dark formation. Yue Lao was proficient in strange sects.
Bagua, the Five Elements Magic, and the formations set up by one's own hands are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, not to mention that the only disciple Xia Qingluan is trapped in a nightmare and cannot escape. As long as Wei Moyan is imprisoned, it will naturally be tantamount to announcing the end of those two people and the unification of Poyue Pavilion.
The end of the world.
The change suddenly escalated, and Guiying and others had no time to react. They saw the pavilion master and Hongxian being surrounded by towering ancient trees but could do nothing. After a moment of fear, Xiao Qian suddenly thought of the old man behind him who was stroking his beard and smiling lightly. He was so angry that he passed by the wind with his palm.
There, fallen leaves were broken at the waist.
"Let them out!"
"After all the hard work and effort to coax it in, how can the old man spend his own effort? This formation was set up by Yue Lao more than ten years ago. Not to mention me, even Luan Yatou may not be able to break it. In addition, the hemlock tree is as hard as iron and cannot be cut with a knife.
Not even a single scrap of wood is left, and trying to get them out is like a fool's dream." Calmly watching Jiuhe and others swinging their swords to chop down the tree, Poison King leaned against the tree and lightly beat his chest, "I'm old, I'm just teasing a few juniors.
The labor is like this, it seems that even if you don't kill the killer, the end is coming. Old guy, you have been calculating all your life and you still haven't figured out that the person who will be killed in this fatal attack will be your beloved disciple."
Could it be that the late Yue Lao never imagined that even Jiuhe and the others, who were always on guard, did not expect that the danger waiting for them was not at the hands of the old man who was accustomed to poisoning, but under his own feet.
The ancient trees are towering to the sky, each one is several feet high, with lush branches and leaves, and endless changes in formations. It is not easy to break out of it. In the one-foot-square clearing surrounded by the trees, a black figure filled with murderous intent appears gracefully.
Jinghong, but human power cannot defy the will of heaven after all. The ironwood that has grown for hundreds of years did not waver at all under the heavy blow of the palm with internal force. There was not even half an inch of cracks, only green leaves fell all over the sky.
Does the Poison King want to imprison the two of them like this until the world is destroyed?
"My subordinates are going to find a way to cut off these trees!" Shaocheng raised his sword and swung it quickly. The bright silver light was dazzling and cold, but there was still no scratch on the tree trunks.
Those are such hard trees. In the legend of Jiannan, those who can break the iron wood are regarded as heroes from heaven. Only those with the blood of the gods can cut down these trees in the deep mountains and old forests that are not invaded by insects and ants. Otherwise, they can be cut down with
The sharpest ax can be used to chop for a lifetime, but it will never see the day when its growth rings are exposed.
"Go find Wanqi Haoyue." The cold man behind bars did not panic. Calmness and kingly aura were his innate capital. Countless hardships and life-and-death tests, his calmness brought him final victory. Therefore, he
I believe this time will be no exception: "Let's see if it's his tough words or Wan Qi Haoyue's tough life."
The vicissitudes of laughter continued, and Wei Moyan was a little surprised. Although the Poison King has a difficult temper, he is generally a calm and bold old man. This kind of fierce and threatening aura does not seem to be emanating from the same person, but his voice is not the same at all.
Difference.
"If I had known that a villain like you would come up with such a trick, I might as well tell you that no matter whether Haoyue is here or not, you can't threaten me - how can you threaten a dead man?" As the laughter became more and more shrill, the Poison King
His face is getting paler and paler. His two personalities are connected. Although his attitude and habits are completely different, facing the current situation, if the light and shadow of yin and yang actually come to an agreement, it is death or death.
Hongxian will never be saved.
Black and red blood flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and the laughter gradually died down. His rickety body slid down from the tree trunk he was leaning on, and fell to the ground. Xiao Qian was startled, and turned his palms into fingers to press the pulse of the blind old man. After a moment, his eyes were filled with death.
"He... took poison."
When the Poison King decided to use this secret formation to trap Wei Moyan, he had given up all hope of living. Although he didn't know Wei Moyan, he was very sure that if Xia Qingluan was alive, his beloved disciple Wan Qi Haoyue would sooner or later die at the hands of that man.
Wei Moyan would never allow anyone to be attracted to his woman, especially such a person who was so beautiful that she could compete with him.
Those two people were trapped to death. Maybe Wanqi Haoyue could save them. Even if they were not saved, they would still be dead. Why not put an end to the killing demon that brought blood and blood to the world, and make the mortal world clean?
The chaotic footsteps came from far and near, and they were very familiar. They should be that gentle and noble, pure child who looked like an immortal.
"Haoyue..." He subconsciously stretched out his hand, which was as thin as firewood. He was old. After spending his whole life training a disciple that he was proud of, he finally ran out of time. It was time to go underground to continue the unfinished game of chess with the old guy.
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Hearing the loud sound of the formation activating in the distance, Wanqi Haoyue immediately realized that it was his master doing something. He was breathing heavily and his lungs were burning. He still moved his feet desperately and ran forward, praying to the old man who loved him like his own son.
Don't worry.
This is the only relative left in the world.
Bright moon.
The old gratifying voice broke into my mind, and the figure in front of me was vague, but Wanqi Haoyue believed that it was the master's voice, the call that came through the distance and the inconceivable.
Kind, just like the gentle voice that called him to eat when he was a child.
As he approached the hunched body under the tree, his fast steps slowed down and became lighter. What he saw in his eyes as clear as the moon soul made the most mysterious being among the four young masters feel as if he had lost his soul and lost his life.
With such an appearance, even Shaocheng, who was full of hatred, could not harm him. His eyes were strikingly similar to the master of Hongxian Hall who lost his younger brother at that time. He was extremely sad and heartbreaking.
"Master." He walked lazily to the skinny old man. When Wan Qi Haoyue finally remembered to hold the wrinkled hand, the old man couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a soft sound in his throat, and his hand dropped slumped.
The whistling wind took away the nostalgia, the days when the sky was clear and the clouds were clear, the time when I took a clean boy to teach him how to identify herbs, the nostalgia for the life that had no heirs but was like having a son, the nostalgia for being indifferent but loving deeply.
world.
The light and elegant figure stands quietly on its knees. Even so, it is still flowing with spotless brilliance, exquisite and beautiful.
This is retribution, right? For his own selfish desires, he forced Cheng Xiaobai to commit suicide, and forced Xia Qingluan to lose her heart. But today, the reason is clear and the retribution is not good. It is finally his turn to be caught in a dilemma and lose his loved one. That one
At that time, she was like him now, with no desire to live, right?
How many things that have been sacrificed for dignity and life have ended up becoming an empty song, a flashy world, and no business.