Fu Canglu

Chapter 95
There was a change in the Jianzhong space.

The Holy Land of Sword Tomb, which has been passed down for countless years, began to sway in space at this moment.

Yi Xiao's complexion was a little pale, and the thin vitality in his body was strong enough to support his operation.

Young Master Xiaotao's complexion was even paler, without a trace of blood, his long hair was docilely pasted on his cheeks, and he fell weakly into Yi Xiao's arms.

"It should be that the mind has been stimulated, plus the fatigue of the past few days is too heavy, the body can't bear the load, and fell into a coma." Yi Xiao looked at the woman in the yellow shirt in her arms, and for the first time carefully looked at the delicate woman under the yellow shirt. The body is exquisite and graceful, bright and pure, the pink lotus brand on the white forehead exudes a faint light, and the brows are furrowed, giving him a seductive appearance.

The pagoda and his party took too much effort, and Yi Xiao felt a sense of fatigue welling up in his bones, and was forcibly suppressed by the dragon and snake.

He guards the gate of hell.

Watching the pagoda fall into pieces, the spire of the pagoda exposed at the pass and the body of the pagoda fell into the ghost gate.

Yi Xiao turned her eyes around the lotus, trying to see the ghost gate more clearly.

It's a pity that my cultivation base is too shallow, and everything that enters my eyes is pitch black.

Yi Xiao's expression was extremely calm.

My heart is not peaceful.

How was that battle?
The world is so silent at this moment, will ten thousand ghosts come out of their nests in the next second and the world will be turned upside down?
The Fuqu sword coiled around his waist was so restless.

Yi Xiao wanted to draw his sword, wanted to rush into the gate of hell, pointed his sword at the sky, and drank the blood of all enemies.

No matter what.

Practice is a long road.

He has never been so eager for a moment to have power, to be qualified to stand at the forefront of the road of practice, and to stop the catastrophe in front of him.

Waiting is the longest thing in this world.

Live or die.Seconds are like years.

Yi Xiao stood silently at the gate of hell.

He is waiting.

Wait for this battle to end.

That person said, to live on their own.

Yi Xiao wanted to wait until the big black robe was bathed in blood, and then smiled and pointed at the sky, saying, how could I die here?At this time, he can show a smile, and swear at that old immortal for a thousand years.

Old man Su bears the appearance of immortality, how could he die here?
His Highness smiled.

Of course you won't die here.

That bad old man, he's not going to die.

Yi Xiao's body was forced to support her body, her face was a little pale, and she didn't want to leave.

waited for so long.

a long time.

A narrow opening opened at the black ghost gate.

Yi Xiao's eyebrows moved slightly.

A figure flew out of the ghost gate.

Master Chess Master of the South China Sea flew out dragging his blood-red robe, looking tired.

Master Chess Master glanced at His Royal Highness indifferently, and said, "You are the little prince of Qiliang, who bears two great celestial beings?"

The tiredness in Yi Xiao's body penetrated into his bones, and he nodded slowly.

Master Nanhai Chess Master saw that Yi Xiao was waiting for someone.

As for whether that person is dead or alive, he should not speak.

But he spoke anyway.

"14 years." Nanhai Chess Master took over the woman in the yellow shirt and said calmly, "After 14 years, the gate of hell will reopen."

Yi Xiao straightened his back, clenched his fists, and then relaxed.

"Old man Su won't die." He forced a smile and asked, "Right?"

The South China Sea Chess Master didn't answer.

"There are several great masters in Guimenguan." The Nanhai Chess Master was silent for a moment, and said: "In ancient times, the division of martial arts should be the Arhat status of Buddhism, the little saint of Confucianism, and the realm of immortality in Taoism. These people have practiced for years. The moon is extremely long, and it can be called an immortal existence, which can not be matched by a non-grandmaster."

Yi Xiao looked pale.

The Master Chess Master of the South China Sea stared at the young man, and finally waved his robe away, and left the space of Jianzhong with his young master Xiaotao.

The gate of ghosts is closed and the mouth of the gorge is reopened.

The second figure reflected the white lotus of the heavens and rushed out of the ghost gate.

The Lord of Zhenmo Mountain was supported by countless white lotuses, and his whole body was exhausted to the extreme. The first thing he did after he came out was to put away the Zhenmo Mountain that suppressed Jianzhong for 16 years.

Lord Shanzhu saw the little highness Yi Xiao who was waiting at the gate of the ghost, sighed leisurely, and condensed a white lotus figure.

"There is a mountain in the Demon Sect in the world. You should know who I am." The avatar of Mu Liancheng floated beside His Highness, and took out something.

"Old man Su asked me to give this to you."

It was a purple wooden box.

On it was a piece of extremely fragile yellow paper that fluttered in the wind.

There are densely written words on it, which have been weathered by the years.

Now with another layer of blood.

Mu Liancheng's expression was complicated, his qi and blood were vain, and he said slowly: "I didn't see old man Su."

Yi Xiao didn't speak.

He doesn't believe it.

Su Qishi, Great Alchemy Su, old man Su.

Su old man
Died in battle?
Old man Su is dead?

But his eyes slowly became dull and hollow.

Yi Xiao slowly took the purple wooden box.

Keeping the posture of receiving the box with both hands, the body is stiff.

The voice was hoarse: "I don't believe it."

Keep your eyes on the gate of hell.

The mountain master Bailian Mopao coughed twice, his eyes were a little sad, and his figure slowly dissipated.

Yi Xiao was holding the purple wooden box, waiting for Great Alchemy Su to appear.

But the big black robe never appeared.

He muttered to himself.

"You're still alive."

"It will come out."

"I can wait. I can wait a long time until you come out."

Holding the purple wooden box, Yi Xiao asked softly with a smile, "Old man Su, I won't open this box, I will return it to you when you come out."

If I don't open the box, will you come out alive?

I don't open the box.

I don't open the box.

After waiting for a long time, the gate of hell was finally closed and opened again.

But that gate of hell is closed and opened again.

What came out was still not the big black robe.

The wind and snow all over the sky greeted the sky and the earth.

Dressed in a silver coat, he returned stained with blood.

Snow and ice.

Then the wind and snow howled.

The gate of the ghost gate was infected by the power of heaven and earth carried by that silver robe.

It began to snow heavily.

Yi Xiao's black clothes were stained with snow, his eyebrows and eyes were white.

"If I can't wait for you, I won't leave." He said seriously, "Old Man Su, you know I'm stubborn, so I'll really wait forever."

Hold the box and stand still.

one day one Night.

Yi Xiao really waited a day and a night.

Can't wait for that big black robe.

Desperately, the black hole slowly diffused between the sky and the earth.

The gate of hell is closed.

Isolated from the world.

The boy in black stood holding the box.

The five fingers are like hooks, and the back is extremely straight.

The one who promised to live.

People. What about people?

Yi Xiao's voice trembled a little.

"If you don't come out, you really can't come out."

There was a hint of crying in his voice, and he almost begged: "Old man Su, do you want to live on?"

There was a slight tremor from inside the purple box.

He hastily tore apart the yellow paper stained with layers of blood.

The ink inside is extremely fresh.

Mixed with a soul.

"Stinky boy, seeing this line of writing, I really have suffered eight lifetimes of bad luck."

The remnant soul of Great Alchemy Sage Su floated out, resting his chin in front of him, pointing his finger and laughing and cursing: "If you fall, you will fall, I admit it, it's no big deal. You brat, don't be hypocritical in front of me, it's disgusting!"

Yi Xiao took a deep breath of snot and tears.

"Crying and crying, what's the point?"

"I don't owe you anything." Su Dadan scolded: "Remember, taking that purple box from Longji Snow Mountain in Beiyuan will only benefit you and not harm you."

"I have killed and saved people in my life. I cherish my life the most. I never thought that one day, I would go to the gate of hell to die in a fever." Dansheng Su cursed and said with a big smile, "I have no regrets in my death."

Then Su Dadansheng smiled a little lonely.

"Bah! Shit, die with no regrets!"

He turned and cursed loudly: "I still have a lot of medicine land that I haven't dug! There are many elixir that haven't been refined! Mingzhuer hasn't grown up yet! The moral burden is heavy, what should I do? How can I die if I can't see so many things?" And no regrets?"

"How can you die without regret?"

Yi Xiao held the box with trembling hands.

Great Alchemy Su sighed and looked at Yi Xiao.

"People are always going to die."

The old man smiled and said, "I don't want to die. But what can I do?"

"Longevity and longevity evil?"

Bloodstains spread vertically and horizontally on the yellow paper.

Yi Xiao choked up and couldn't speak.

The old man smiled with a trace of fascination left, as if he stretched out a finger, trying to wipe away the tears on Yi Xiao's face.

Eventually it evaporated.

The soul vanished into nothingness.

The wind and snow fell away, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.

The sky was full of wind and snow, and Yi Xiao tremblingly opened the purple box.

Box full of yellow sand.

Suddenly a world away.

"Meeting Longmen, the sky is full of wind and sand."

Thousands of miles of yellow sand in Longmen was contained in a box, and now it seems like a lifetime away.

Yi Xiao rubbed his face hard.

In the heavy snow, the purple box was turned over bit by bit by His Royal Highness.

The yellow sand poured down three thousand miles.

Re-enter the gate of hell.

When we meet again in the next life, we should have a glass of wine.

His Highness silently looked at the last paragraph on Su Da Dan's holy paper, which was stained red with blood:

When you meet Longmen, you should smile,

Don't cry, don't cry.

"what"

A heart-piercing scream resounded through the space of Jianzhong.

The boy held his heart in his arms, his voice hoarse.

Finally fell to his knees.

Slowly closing the box, looking at the sky full of wind and snow with yellow sand.

Dissipate between heaven and earth.

When you meet Longmen, you should smile.

Don't cry, don't cry.

In the end, there are a few crooked and blurred small characters.

Forget about making friends, I wish I could live forever and not get drunk endlessly.

Jair was about to burst.

"What longevity are you looking for?" Yi Xiao's face was pale, her figure was on the verge of falling, and she murmured, "It's all a lie, it's a lie!"

Traveling thousands of miles to the north to seek longevity, the dragon gate meets the sage of alchemy.

Farewell today, separated forever.

The gate of hell is miserable.

Yi Xiao was in a daze, and put the purple box into his bosom.

He fell and sat on the closed gate of hell.

My mind went blank.

self-mumbling.Speak and listen to yourself word by word.

"Old man Su, you really don't deserve to die."

"You are dead, how can there be so many people living in vain in the world?"

"You are dead, who is worthy of the name of Alchemy?"

"You are dead, I owe you, how should I pay?"

How to pay it back?
That ghost gate has truly closed.

Those who have not passed through the customs are truly fallen into the gate of ghosts.

Grandmaster Eleven.

Passengers three.

Bloodstained.

His Highness smiled bitterly and said, "Old Man An, Blind Lin, you didn't come out either?"

Qi Liang's two towering figures are still very clear in his mind.

An old man who can invite Mingyue out of Guanshan.

Lin Banxia who shot and killed the immortal with one arrow.

Now it is slowly blurring.

died.

are dead.

Human life is worthless, even the life of a master is so cheap?
If you work hard, you have to fight for a future for the world.

"14"

"14 years!"

"Why wait until 14 years later?" Yi Xiao raised his head to the sky and screamed, furious.

"I have a sword in my hand!"

"I still have blood on my chest!"

"Cultivation is not enough, take your life to fill it, is it enough!"

"Open the gate of hell for me, I want to kill in!"

Kill kill kill kill!

16-year-old Yi Xiao holds a sword like a madman.

If one day the gate of hell is closed and opened again.

Is his sword sharp enough?
(End of this chapter)