Fu Canglu

Chapter 551
The wind and snow on the Qijiang River dispersed, and the dragon boat hit the river heavily. The helmsman on the boat was bewildered, not knowing what happened.

Except for a few large ships, there was nothing else on the river.

Not a single figure.

The night will never end.

The princess held the scabbard, leaning on the stone pillar outside the Dabei Temple, and slightly closed his eyes, as if resting, more like recuperating.

There are gods with your head up three feet, don't believe it, don't be disrespectful.

Wei Lingshan didn't choose to retreat into the temple and take shelter from the rain under the seat of the Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva. Instead, he stayed inside the temple, listening to the sound of the rain outside, big and small, and finally tick tock.

Yi Xiaoan's sword energy barrier still enveloped the Great Compassion Temple.

As the sword energy gradually weakened and faded, strands of rain fell.

Wei Lingshan didn't hate the feeling of raindrops hitting his cheeks.

She huddled into a ball enjoying herself, like a sleeping cat, with her arms around her knees, her head half-closed, and suddenly she heard a creak in the distance

It was the sound of a door being pushed open.

And she had been waiting for the sound of pushing the door for a long time.

Wei Lingshan opened his eyes, his sleepy eyes were dim, and he vaguely saw the familiar face standing at the gate of the temple, stretching his body with a smile, and then opened his arms.

"I am back."

He came back with scattered, undispelled wind and snow on his body.

He came back with scattered, undispelled wind and snow on his body.

Trekking, starting from outside the Daji Mountains, heading west all the way, the western region was snowed heavily, until Bachi Snow Mountain.

The heartbeat of the owner of the body under the black robe was so weak that it could hardly be heard or felt.

There was a lot of wind and snow between his eyebrows, and in the center of his pale eyebrows was a scarlet blood hole the size of a finger.

Gu Shengcheng was hugged by Qiushui, bumping all the way to the top of Bachi Mountain.

The Western Regions are already in disarray at this moment.

Several big chess masters are busy suppressing rumors and riots everywhere.

Qiu Shui boarded the main hall and saw the great elder kneeling in front of a woman's corpse.

The woman also had a bloody finger hole between her eyebrows. Unlike Gu Shengcheng, her robe was torn apart inch by inch by the strong wind, her snow-white jade body was stained bright red from top to bottom, and there was a look of bewilderment on her suet face.

and died.

Dead through and through.

Feng Bai's corpse continuously overflowed with the majestic demonic power of that White Tiger Great Sage.

The majesty came to the world, came here, and directly took away the spirit of the white tiger mahatma.

That majesty has been invincible since ancient times.

All the monster clans, the big chess masters and the small chess masters who participated in this riot, fell into an extremely panicked situation.

No one knows when the Maharaja will come back again.

But they knew that Maharaja was not dead yet.

Who else in this world can kill the Maharaja?
No more.

Then when the majesty returned, what should he do if he was born as a rebellious minister in the Western Regions?
On Bachi Mountain, there are four palaces and five tunes, and the great chess master who has a large face tune has committed suicide and apologized.

And the rest of the big chess masters, in extreme fear, calmly discussed countermeasures.

That Maharaja has already been to Bachi Mountain.

But he just killed the culprit, Great Sage Fengbai.

The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die.If the majesty wanted to pursue this civil strife in the western region and wanted to kill all the people, then his gang of criminals would have been buried together with the great sage Fengbai to apologize for their sins as early as the beginning.

But no.

They even came up with bolder ideas.

The Maharaja is indeed invincible from ancient times.

But will the Maharaja really come back again?

Sitting on the front line of the Daji Mountains, Master Chess witnessed the majestic karma of countless thunder calamities in the sky, and also saw that bright golden finger across countless distances.

Maharaja wanted to kill himself to the top of the Zenith.

Some big chess masters have the idea of ​​​​rebellion at this moment.

They hoped that Maharaja would never come back.

In fact it is.

The Maharaja of the Western Regions has come to the end of all roads.

Qiu Shui didn't have that many thoughts.

She frantically plundered all the way, leading Gu Shengcheng all the way to the blood pool in Fengbai Hall.

There was a "plop" sound on the blood pool.

Qiu Shui narrowed his eyes with difficulty, hugged Gu Shengcheng and fell into the pool of blood, and fell again.

Gu Shengcheng had already lost his strength.

The blood pool does not accept dead objects, if he is allowed to fall into the blood pool, he will not be able to fall to the bottom, and his life will be exhausted, and his soul will be scattered.

Qiu Shui hugged his waist, feeling the black robe continuously swallowing blood, becoming heavy and tough, rising in the pool of blood, shrinking, growing bigger, and finally enveloping the two of them together.

Her moon-white robe was also soaked in the freshness of the pool of blood, wrapping around her limbs, which was extremely obstructive.

Qiu Shui closed his eyes, gently parted Gu Shengcheng's pale lips, and let his evil spirit and vitality pass through.

The man who had no heartbeat, seemed to have regained a trace of fireworks under the wrapping of the Xuanwu robe.

He breathed heavily and weakly.

Breathing became rapid.

Qiu Shui's pupils shrank.

There was a pain in her tongue, and the man's teeth became sharp. He hugged himself fiercely in his arms, snatching him wantonly, and couldn't help but break free.

The pool of blood was muddy.

Gu Shengcheng's back fell to the bottom, and he slowly opened his eyes.

It was exactly the same as when Xuanwu revealed his real body. There were no whites in those eyes, and they were so dark that they seemed like an eternal night, without any emotion.

The huge black robe was like ink at this moment, protruding its fangs, and the corners hooked up to form a spherical shape, enveloping Gu Shengcheng and Qiushui.

Gu Shengcheng bit Qiu Shui's lip.

A touch of blood spilled.

It was this smear of blood that aroused his animal nature.

So he grabbed even more frantically, not allowing the woman to retreat in the slightest.

The moon-white gown had already been dyed red, and he roughly tore it off. In the dark pupils, there was a woman's slender wrists, snow-white skin, flawless shoulder blades, and eyes that were so weak to the bone.

A poor and lovely young lamb.

He closed his piercing eyes, so that delicate face looked gentle and kind.

Gu Shengcheng kissed Qiushui's brow scales over and over again.

After a long time, he tightened his grip on Qiu Shui's shoulder, bared his teeth, and lightly bit down from one side of his cheek. The tip of his tongue slightly touched it, but he did not bite through the fragile skin, but let it sway, and slowly moved until it was as white as snow. neck.

Only then did he bite down.

The voice of the woman crying like complaining.

A faint whimper came from the pool of blood.

There was a murmur and murmur sound. On Fengbai's main hall, there was blood in the blood pool, and the broken edge of Yuebai's robe floated up. At the bottom of the blood pool, there was still the sound of the robe being torn. The robe floated to the surface of the pool.

No one can hear the voice at the bottom of the blood pool.

"help me"

There seemed to be a fire in the man's throat.

"Autumn water."

"I'm so thirsty"

He drank a lot of blood.

But still not satisfied.

He wants more.

The blood pool of the monster clan is the land of good fortune left by the maharajah, and there is almost endless blood energy of the monster clan hidden in it.

No one knows what is buried under the roots of Daxue Mountain. They only know that for countless years, the great monsters of the Yaozu Bachi Mountain have all seized good fortune from the blood pool, and the return of the demon energy after death is also a return to the world. here.

Gu Shengcheng was burning hot all over. He unknowingly tore off his close-fitting soft armor. Except for the huge black robe that covered himself and Qiushui, he also left a black rope tied around his neck. There is nothing else on him.

The scenery under the pool of blood is beautiful.

The delicate and cold woman's skin is attached to the hot man's chest, kneading soft and ecstatic syllables, arousing desire, and then burning her body.

Not all the thirst in this world can be solved by drinking water.

Some drink blood.

Some are to drink desire.

Gu Shengcheng felt that he was going to die, but before he died, he clenched Qiushui's hands tightly, pressed the woman to the bottom of the pool of blood, hungrily licked Qiushui's neck, but did not drink blood, but poured out his desire, longing, all Extend the tip of the tongue, and send it into Qiushui's blood bit by bit.

Feel the same.

Then they burned themselves together.

Qiu Shui snorted, and his cold body suddenly became hot.

If Gu Shengcheng dies, she is willing to die together.

Before she died, she would rather be burned by the flames than die lingeringly.

Like a desperate moth to a flame.

Jumped on the flames.

There was a "boom", sparks burst out in my mind, it was empty, muddled, but extremely sober.

pain.hapiness.

die.Rebirth.

When all the joy is gone, the dust is gone, and the stars are falling all over the sky.

The weak woman slowly peeled off the scales between her brows, and then stuck her fingers trembling between the man's brows.

Incredible things happened.

Between Gu Shengcheng's brows, that bloody hole, no longer overflowed with blood.

The basalt scale was so ironed that it just stopped the bleeding.

Gu Shengcheng hugged Qiushui and fell into a deep sleep.

There was turmoil outside.

The Xuanwu robes billowed, covering the bodies of the two of them, blocking out all sounds.

There was a lot of wind and snow in Bachi Mountain in the Western Regions.

After the turmoil was settled by several big chess players, everyone was trembling, waiting for the return of the maharaja.

One day.

two days.

The wind and snow in the Western Regions did not stop.

The maharaja did not come back either.

Until the man wearing the black heavy cannon of Xuanwu Great Sage appeared in the main hall of Xianlu Palace, and waved away the strong wind and heavy snow that had not stopped for decades on the top of the mountain.

Gu Shengcheng's hair was wet, and he held a beautiful woman curled up and sleeping in his arms. The woman was exhausted and sleeping deeply in her arms. The scarlet scab between her eyebrows was particularly glaring on her snow-white skin.

The wind follows the white tiger.

The white tiger is dead.

The wind can only flow from him.

The wind and snow stagnated, and he danced wildly according to his will. The great chess masters of Bachi Mountain bowed their heads and professed their ministers, not daring to act rashly.

Gu Shengcheng said hoarsely, "Don't wait."

Gu Shengcheng's realm has risen to an incomparably mysterious level.

He looked at the sky and said wearily: "He won't come back again, this is a good thing for us."

Still no one looked up.

Standing on the Bachi Mountain, Gu Shengcheng said softly, "The fate tablet that the Majesty placed in the hall is broken."

Dead silence.

The wind stopped.

The snow also stopped.

For countless reincarnations, the majesty's life card has been enshrined in the hall, which cannot be destroyed by external force and cannot be eroded by time.

Broken today.

Everyone believed it.

That majesty will never come back again.

(End of this chapter)