Fu Canglu

Chapter 107 Killing to protect life, killing business is not killing people
An extremely burly giant shadow came out of the night.

It was a white wolf with a body shape like a hill, its hair shaking like heavy snow, its whole body was silvery white, sitting on its back was an innocent young man, this young man had a handsome face, and his black clothes were stained by the wind and snow.

With a baby face carved in pink and jade, he turned over and walked up to Yi Xiao, glanced slightly at the jade-faced Shura white jade hairpin nailed to the right shoulder blade, stretched out a hand, and held the hair with five fingers. Hairpin tail.

He didn't pull out the hairpin, but slapped the hairpin hard with his palm!
The force was so steady that the hairpin penetrated through Yi Xiao's right shoulder blade, but did not penetrate the ancient wood.

Yi Xiao spat out a mouthful of blood.

His Highness covered his right arm and looked at this boy who was only fourteen or fifteen years old with a pale face.

Hu Yanzhuo smiled slightly, and said in a childish voice: "The Great Prophet said that His Royal Highness Qi Liang has a talent beyond the world, and seeing him today is indeed extraordinary. Before practicing, he was able to use the two heavens to force out the original meaning of the Senluo Daoist Yama, He is already a dragon and a phoenix among people."

Yi Xiao managed to squeeze out a smile, and subconsciously wanted to cup her hands, but severe pain came from her right arm like a tide.

The muscles in the right arm were repaired by the powerful recovery power of the dragon, but the meridians were cut off inch by inch.

Hu Yanzhuo glanced at the pale young Highness, waved his hands, and turned to the graceful female Hades not far away who was enveloped in a black robe.

The young man smiled and said: "The Great Prophet asked me to bring a word, His Highness Sen Luo Dao, don't forget to give me credit."

Yan Xiaoqi smiled, but remained completely motionless.

"You pierced His Highness Qi Liang's hand today, and you will annihilate his hope of holding a sword in this life. The karma is over, and doing the wrong thing will only lead to disaster." Hu Yanzhuo frowned and said: "Why do you need to create a serious killing karma? ?”

The smile on the female Yama's face slowly disappeared.

She said softly: "The Great Prophet gave me the snowside magic art, Xiaoqi will never forget it."

Then she slowly shook her head and said, "But what exactly is Mo Bei thinking, don't you know?"

The female King of Hades slowly stretched out her hand and tore off part of the skirt of the huge black robe, revealing one side of her collarbone.

On the snow-white jade skin, there are dense scarlet blood streaks all over, swimming under the skin like a snake.

This woman's skin is extremely white, but there is no blood, but the blood vessels are delicate and beautiful, which is shocking.

"Twenty years ago, the Prophet of Mobei taught me the Snow Edge Demon Art. Didn't he just deceive me when I was young and ignorant?" Yan Xiaoqi said calmly, "After practicing the Demon Art, every time I kill a person, I will improve my cultivation level. It means that the crime of killing is more serious, and one step closer to death. Now that the killing karma is entangled, the luck of the great world has nothing to do with me."

The extremely beautiful woman lowered her head and pursed her lips into a smile.

"I'm already close to death." Yan Xiaoqi laughed so hard, and said softly, "Before I die, I must get rid of these threats for him."

Hu Yanzhuo narrowed his eyes and said, "If you make another move today, you will definitely die here."

Yan Xiaoqi ignored this sentence and walked forward step by step.

Then she stopped.

Holding her white jade hairpin in his hand, Hu Yanzhuo said with a low laugh: "If the Great Prophet is willing to clear up the misfortune for you, what if you exchange your life for his?"

Hu Yanzhuo played with the jade-faced Shura carefully, and six ferocious ghost hands stretched out from the hairpin, tightly clasping his fingers.

He has four eyes, a smiling face, three heads and six arms.

Now this jade-faced Asura drank Yi Xiao's blood, and it became as bright red as a sea of ​​blood, and its whole body was translucent red, like a crimson coral hairpin.

Hu Yanzhuo smiled and stretched out a finger to flick the white jade hairpin, teasing the six ferocious ghost hands that couldn't hold his fingers. After playing for a while, he sighed softly: "This jade-faced Shura has drunk thousands of people. Blood, is now on the verge of eruption. Over the years, it has withstood too many catastrophes for you. Every time you kill a person, the accumulated killings will be absorbed by this white jade hairpin. I have the idea of ​​​​returning to the master."

Yan Xiaoqi stopped and looked at the young man who told the truth.

"The Eight Great Nations are in war and the world is in turmoil. Those people you kill will not accumulate too much murder for it. Those people are the ones who deserve to die." Hu Yanzhuo squinted his eyes and said: "But now that the great world has opened up, the great masters have died in battle There has been Tuogu before, and the great luck has returned to the Central Plains from the Yujuque in the West Chu Pond, and this group of people has concentrated the luck of heaven and earth."

"You are just an ant practicing the way of magic, and you have not been recognized by the world. Now you want to go against the will of the world and kill a person with great luck?" Hu Yanzhuo smiled and said: "Have you ever thought that you will kill evil and explode? Trigger the Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation, and fall in this day?"

The young man lowered his head, looked at the white jade hairpin that kept reaching out to hug his fingers, and said with a joking smile: "On the contrary, this jade-faced Shura who has cultivated into a demonic nature has been fulfilled."

Yan Xiaoqi had neither joy nor sorrow on his face.

She lowered her head and looked at the scarlet blood snakes that criss-crossed and criss-crossed under her snow-white skin.

Hu Yanzhuo took a deep breath, knowing that the time had come, this female Yama's thoughts loosened a bit.

He flicked his fingers lightly, and two balls of soft energy flew up from his fingertips, hitting the necks of Yi Xiao and Ming Zhu'er.

The eyes of the two were blurred and they were unconscious.

Hu Yanzhuo's voice suddenly became hoarse, "I can let you live."

Yan Xiaoqi frowned suddenly.

Not far away, lying on the ground, the huge and tall snow wolf raised its head in doubt.

The aura of this young man in black suddenly changed, and a heavy breath emanated faintly, sinking into the night.

Yan Xiaoqi was in doubt, looked at the boy in black with a strange aura, and said, "You are."

"Just guess it." Hu Yanzhuo smiled, and said flatly: "You can still kill him, but not today."

He smiled and pinched the white jade hairpin with two fingers. The blood on the hairpin had been sucked out, and the six ferocious ghost hands retracted peacefully.

"Snowside Demon Kung Fu is the real top-level kung fu of the Demon Dao, and it is not inferior to the scriptures of the Great Sun Tathagata." Hu Yanzhuo raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a hoarse smile: "It's a pity that the cultivation conditions are too harsh, and almost no one can practice it. This The volume of Demon Art is divided into two volumes. The first volume teaches people to kill and accumulate karma, and the more serious the killing karma is, the deeper it will be. The second volume teaches people to kill and create karma, and the heavier the killing karma, the deeper the luck. In this world, the way of magic cannot walk The heaven and the earth are worried that the catastrophe will come down and the cultivation base will be destroyed."

"If the way of demons is really so unbearable, then how can the Lord of Zhenmo Mountain in this world become the co-lord of the Demon Sect?" The black-clothed boy coughed and said, "If your cultivation is deep enough, you don't need to worry about the catastrophe."

"The great world has come, and people with great luck are like carp crossing the river. Why can't I have the magic way?" He raised his eyes slowly, and said, "Of course we can. Snowside magic is the strongest skill in ancient times. You just If you practice the first scroll, you will only bring trouble on yourself if you kill someone with great luck; if you practice the next scroll, you can plunder other people's luck, and you really don't have to worry about catastrophe!"

The female King of Hades was unpredictable, she couldn't figure out what kind of thoughts this black-clothed boy had in mind.

"Xixia."

He suddenly said, "I want you to wash the Xixia chess palace with blood after you practice the next magic skill."

"If you want to help Emperor Wei compete in the world and wrestle with Qi Liang, you must annex the Qi Palace." His voice was a little cold, and he said: "Several extremely outstanding monsters will be born in the Qi Palace in this life."

"It should be the reincarnation of the four sacred monsters in the monster book." He said in a cold voice, "Fortunately, the scabbard and sword soul of Daxia Longque were stolen by the Northern Wei Dynasty, and the treasures accumulated by the chess palace for hundreds of years were taken away." Good luck. If one of these four holy beasts is reincarnated today, it will be a very troublesome character. I am afraid that two or even all of them will be reincarnated."

He fell silent suddenly.

Yan Xiaoqi quietly waited for the Prophet of Mobei to speak.

"There is the Classic of Mountains and Seas in the Chess Palace, and Fucang Records in the Central Plains." The boy in black grinned and said, "A delicate balance has been maintained for thousands of years, and no one can do anything about it. It's a pity that this balance will soon disappear. won't exist anymore."

"I want you to be the pawn that breaks the balance." He took out an ancient scroll from his pocket, and said, "You want to kill this little prince of Qi Liang now, just to help Wei Huang get rid of a disaster."

"He has great luck in the sky, and the sword master has left behind. Even if I don't come today, you can't kill him." The Prophet of Mobei University said in a cold voice, "This boy is destined to grow up. Before the detachment, Lord Sword Master's backhand will not disappear. He wants to keep this person alive and become a master, even if you send another 10 people, you will not be able to kill him."

Yan Xiaoqi lowered his eyebrows when he heard the words.

"Sharpening the sword." The Great Prophet of Mobei suddenly laughed: "Not only the sword master, Yuan Tiangang and Xiao Wang of Qiliang also sharpen their swords well. If you want to let the sword edge, let the sword break first. Anyone , no matter how severely injured you are, as long as you survive and stand up again, you will only become stronger."

The female Hades laughed at herself.

No wonder that Feng Ting wanted to let go and kill the little prince of Qi Liang who spoke so conclusively.

So many ninth-rank masters rushed for hundreds of miles.

In the end, Beiguan was invited to fight.

It's just sharpening the sword.

Could it be that I am just a whetstone in the hearts of those people?
The Great Prophet of Mobei seemed to have seen the intention of the female Hades, and smiled and threw the second scroll of the Snow Edge Magic Art, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that no matter how well their backhands are prepared, this young man will not escape death."

Yan Xiaoqi took the ancient scroll, and looked suspiciously at the young man in black with an old breath.

"The morals of the world are like knives, and we must kill the arrogance of heaven." The Prophet of Mobei said expressionlessly: "This world is somewhat deformed. Those who should be born and those who should not be born have all come out of their brains. Each of these people has great luck, almost A young overlord who is comparable to the talents of heaven and man. One day, he will fight and kill each other, how many of these people will survive in the end? How easy is it to survive?"

The Great Prophet of Mobei waved his sleeves impatiently, and said: "You just practice this magic skill. When he transcends, just take action. Even if you don't take action at that time, I don't know how many people will use him to sharpen their knives."

He suddenly raised his head, and with a voice that only he could hear, he said in a low voice, "Is 14 years enough?"

Yan Xiaoqi lowered his head, and found that his murderous intentions had calmed down unbelievably.

The white jade hairpin had an extra soft breath.

The voice of the Great Prophet of Mobei came, saying: "The way of the devil is not just about killing people. There are all kinds of ways in the world, it is only for practice. In the chaotic world, human life is like grass, so the way of magic prevails. If the world is stable, if you kill again, the blood will flow like a river. , is an act against the heavens, and a hundred years of practice will be destroyed in one day."

"If you can live for 14 years, why can't you become a Buddha from a demon?" His voice was a little sad, and said: "No matter how strong your cultivation is, it can't be worth the word of fate."

Yan Xiaoqi was a little dazed, looking at the old man who spoke mysteriously.

She suddenly came to her senses and looked at the skin under the black clothes.

Not a teenager, but an old man.

Looking up again, it is not the mouth of the North Pass.

Boundless and heavy snow, a piece of silvery white.

"The stars are changing?" Yan Xiaoqi murmured in a daze.

The old man smiled slightly, noncommittal.

Then, under the black clothes, he turned into a boy with a baby face again.

Hu Yanzhuo rubbed his hands, looked at the extremely beautiful woman under the black robe, and said: "Female Hades, the Great Prophet said that killing karma can no longer be done these days, you might as well stay in Beiyuan."

Hu Yanzhuo frowned, looking at this woman whose face was colder than Beiyuan's ice and snow.

The boy in black rubbed his baby face, and muttered in a low voice: "I hate you Northern Wei Senluo Taoists the most, why did the Great Prophet arrange this drudgery for me?"

Reluctantly pointing to the distance, he said: "Here. The Great Prophet told you that if you want to practice the Snowside Immortal Kungfu, you might as well go to Beiyuan Dragon's Back for a walk."

Yan Xiaoqi raised her head.

The white snow mountain stretches like a dragon's spine, and the vast and heavy snow is magnificent.

She couldn't let go of the man in Luoyang who saved her life.

She turned her head slowly and glanced at the south.

There is heavy snow everywhere.

She subconsciously wants to leave this ice and snow land.

But she lowered her head, and suddenly saw the blood-stained snake under her hands slowly fade away and slowly melt under the heavy snow.

Peace of mind like never before.

At this time, she suddenly woke up, and it turned out that the black-clothed boy called the "Xuebian Demon Art" a fairy art, and what kind of meaning did it contain.

Suddenly a familiar voice came lazily.

"An Xin rests her mind here, the killing karma is too heavy, so why not calm down here."

Yan Xiaoqi raised his head in a daze, and saw the smiling Great Master in Zishan.

Xuan Shangyu stretched out his hand with pity, straightened her hair at the temples, and said softly: "Northern Wei still needs you. You have to live a few more years. Okay?"

Yan Xiaoqi was in a daze.

The man in the purple shirt shook his head with a smile, muttered that he was going to be late, and stepped away from the snow field.

The lazy voice came again, "This is His Majesty's intention."

Yan Xiaoqi bit her lip.

She suddenly picked up the ancient scroll and saw a few words on the first page.

Killing is to protect life, but killing business is not killing people.

I have a realization.

The majestic and heavy snow originally did not fall three feet around the body, but now it fell on this woman one after another.

Snow falls in black clothes, and blue hair is like a waterfall.

Although the face is still cold, the sky full of ice and snow is even more amazing.

beautiful.extremely beautiful.

Hu Yanzhuo rubbed his eyes, he couldn't have two more eyes.

He looked at the woman who accidentally fell into the mortal world, and murmured: "This woman, why didn't I notice it before, she is too beautiful."

(End of this chapter)