Twilight Ghost

Chapter 33

"What to do, he will kill everyone, everyone will die!" Li Mo looked at Jiu Ling with eyes full of despair, but Jiu Ling's response to her was indeed more desperate.

"Everyone will die. Bai Ze has absorbed all the spiritual power of the Kunlun crystal, and the wolf bone knife quenches the blood of his middle finger. Although he can be temporarily sealed, the spiritual power condensed by Cup Snow for 900 years is enough to dissolve the seal for him. No one can stop him, or rather, 'it'..."

Indeed, what is fighting Qiongqi and the others is not chasing the deer, nor Bai Ze, but "it", which has no heart, no love, and is only dominated by hatred.

Soon Jiuling realized that Hua Chongming had reached his limit. Although Tiaodi had given him his spiritual power, he hadn't endured 49 times of destruction and rebirth, and he still couldn't get rid of his mortal body. Such a huge shock , he simply couldn't bear it for a long time.

"Bai Ze, enough is enough, he will die!"

The fire shrouded around the cup of snow, melting the snow all over the ground, gradually revealing the black ground, Taotie had been chopped into pieces, and Chaos lay beside him dying, even Qiongqi could only run around, piled on top of the snowfield It was full of corpses and broken limbs, and the scorching blood mixed with the miasma, shrouded the world in a chill.

Jiu Ling, who had just escaped from Taotie's mouth, was panting heavily, and leaned on the snow to see Hua Chongming, while Li Mo also watched in horror.

Stop, Bai Ze, stop quickly.

Hua Chongming's consciousness had already been lost, and he couldn't control Bei Xue's actions at all. When he flew towards Qiongqi for the last knife, his body finally reached its limit.

The blazing fire was only an inch away from Qiongqi, and even he himself closed his eyes to accept the coming of death, but the burning feeling gradually faded away, and finally disappeared.

The sound of the rumbling avalanche still echoed in his ears, Qiongqi opened his eyes, but saw Hua Chongming lying on the snow, the cup of snow was still shaking, but he couldn't wake up his body.

"Sure enough, mortals are mortals..." Qiongqi laughed suddenly, and there was a loud noise under his feet, and countless swollen and pale arms rose from the ground, gradually converging into a giant palm, holding Hua Chongming and Bei Xue firmly, almost To be crushed into powder.

Qingming watched more and more monsters under his feet buried in the snow, and more fierce beasts rushed in front of him, and couldn't help feeling anxious.

"Sister Qingming, what shall we do?"

Looking back at the little Xiong who staggered up from the snow, Qingming was also helpless, so he had to kneel on the ground for a long time, powerless.

"What's that sound, the second avalanche?" Xi Nang was so frightened that he looked at Qingming who was also panicked. He was about to run away when he heard a few splashing sounds echoing in the sky, and the ground under his feet began to shake. Gradually it rose a bit, shaking the thick snow to the ground, and some buried little monsters appeared, spit out the snow from their mouths, and looked at their feet in surprise.

"Qingluan?"

Suddenly there was another vibrato of flapping wings, Qingming was even more surprised, and looked up to the sky: "Suzaku..."

"Chicken, swan..."

"It's a bird! We are saved, five-color phoenix, we are saved!"

The demons shouted loudly, Qingming gathered his mind, jumped off Qingluan's back, turned into a huge snow fox, slowly opened its nine long tails behind him, and roared, rushed towards Qiongqi.

Unprepared, Qiongqi was thrown to the ground, and the hands holding Hua Chongming and Bai Ze were released. The cup of snow had already turned into a pile of broken copper and rotten iron, and Bai Ze had also turned into a human form, with nothing on his pale body. , lay dying on the Cang Xue.

Hua Chongming sat up with support, took off his cotton robe and wrapped him up, "Are you alright?"

Bai Ze shook his head, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He wanted to hold back, but he couldn't do so in the end. The blood gushed out of his mouth like a stagnant flow, dyeing the dazzling white snow into scarlet.

"Bai Ze...how are you? Are you okay?"

"Chongming... If... If I die, I will never... Ahem, never appear... Will you shed a tear for me?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? Look, the five-color phoenix is ​​here, they are here to help us, you will be fine..."

Bai Ze shook his head, and gradually a bleak smile appeared on his pale face: "Emperor Ninth Kuguo I... defied his fate... yes, will fly away... I lied to you, don't you hate me?"

"I know, I don't blame you, can you forgive me now? Bai Ze, Bai Ze?"

Above the Nine Heavens, Yingzhao's already depressed face was crumpled at this moment, he bent down and knelt in front of the Emperor of Heaven, and said in fear and trepidation: "Ming Pizhu...Ming Pizhu..."

Di Jun finally took off his usual indifferent coat, his gray-blue eyes widened: "What's wrong with the pillars of life criticism? As long as one is broken, all the pillars of life criticism will be destroyed to a greater or lesser extent. Did Bai Ze smash Zhulu's order?"

"It's not... Bai Ze, Bai Ze..."

"What the hell happened to him?"

"He tampered with life and criticism."

Di Jun was shocked, he didn't care about his identity, got up and ran towards the south gate, and hurried to Zhulu's command post, only to see that the original engraved words "The cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks" was erased and changed to "Proclaim the emperor against fate, and the soul flies away."

"It's so audacious! Emperor Kuguo I of the ninth generation, he made Zhulu the emperor in this life, and his soul was scattered. Then I have painstakingly forged my soul for 900 years, and there is no room for recovery!"

Yingzhao has never seen the Emperor of Heaven so angry, tremblingly pointing to the name on the pillar of life approval: "Peacock... Peacock even changed this."

Di Jun caressed the two characters carved in white jade, and read slowly: "Wuya?"

Twilight Snow Realm, between the mountains of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

"Bai Ze, wake up, it's over, everything is over, Bai Ze, open your eyes!"

Qingming, covered in blood, staggered to Hua Chongming, and the five-colored phoenix also surrounded him. A cloud of black smoke billowed up on the snowy field, and the beheaded beasts disappeared with the smoke, and the foxes rolled happily. All the way excitedly ran towards Bai Ze.

"My lord! We won!"

"Your Majesty, did you promise to treat us to chicken?"

"Your Majesty?"

The voice became smaller and smaller, and the little foxes who had not yet cultivated their human form climbed onto Fenghuang's head, stretching their heads and brains to see Bai Ze in Hua Chongming's arms.

"Chongming..."

Hua Chongming hurriedly approached his lips, only to hear the voice getting weaker and weaker: "I... I found the scroll that Cheng Wangan took from the ghost world... cough cough, it has my name on it... I It's called Wuya..."

"When did you mention this! How do you feel, whether you are alive or dead, even if your soul is gone, wait for me, let's..."

Bai Ze's paper-like sad face suddenly burst into a smile, which was a bit strange and decisive: "You will not die, I am the only one who will die... cough, you will not die... remember me, I just want to see you waiting... After my soul flew away, you shed a tear."

There are many false things in this world, too many people laugh with masks and get angry with masks, but tears can't lie, chasing a drop of sincere tears, the peacock has waited for 900 years.

Memories swept in like the wind. That peacock, that stupid peacock who knew nothing, was in the depths of the memory of Zhulu, watching quietly for 900 years.

He didn't have a flirtatious figure, an alluring appearance, a peerless singing voice, and no scheming in the city. He didn't look like a monster, not like a monster born in the Bird King's house.

900 years ago, with such interest and a bit of contempt, Zhuilu spoke to him for the first time: "Hey, what's your name?"

"Boundless."

Zhui Lu didn't care about the submissive answer, stepped forward to lift his chin, and gave him a shocking smile: "You are so beautiful, I like you."

In fact, this peacock is not good-looking, and I don’t like him. There are many things I don’t like about him. For example, he is a plain peacock, but he always wears white robes. For example, other bird monsters can sing various songs. But he doesn't even talk much, for example, his mana is so weak that even a little demon who has just cultivated human form can beat him to death...

So Wuya stood in despair, and carved himself into the look he loved.

It has always been like this, he never hurts Zhulu, he just keeps hurting himself, keeps pushing himself into the abyss of eternal doom, and suffers all kinds of tortures that he wrote alone, and then secretly takes a look at Zhulu, sees in his eyes Is there that ray of injury.

900 years ago, he gave his soul, dug out his heart, and said he would love him forever.

900 years later, he thumped his empty chest, wrote his name on the "Hun Flying Soul Scattered" order, and said that he only wanted a tear from him.

In this life, I only wish to look at each other with you, be lost in each other, and forget each other again.