Xuanxia

Chapter 813: Only Killing
Fu Qingzhou seemed to have had a very long dream.

The images of his previous life, the images from Qi Ran Jue, and countless secrets of martial arts... They overlapped with each other and flickered randomly.

Not only that, there are also real memories of my own "past life" in that modern city.

They hadn't appeared for a long time, but this time, for some reason, those memories kept circling in his mind again.

He seemed to see his adoptive father again, the old policeman running after the thief on the street, shouting and cursing.

After a while, the person cursing turned out to be Wu Changfeng, but Wu Da Ge was still the monk he was when they first met. He opened his eyes wide and cursed: "You are the fucking Fa Zheng!"

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and saw Tang Jiao with tears in her eyes.

She came closer, raised her little face, and asked tearfully, "Brother, are you really... not going to be so coquettish anymore?"

Fu Qingzhou's heart softened and he wanted to go forward to comfort her, but when he took a step forward, Tang Jiao's face suddenly turned into Qiu Chan.

She put her hands on her hips and angrily said, "You don't believe me! I can help you!"

Fu Qingzhou sighed and wanted to hold her face and say something, but when he stretched out his hands, what he held up was a white skull!

He was shocked and turned back suddenly, only to see a sea of ​​blood.

But just when Fu Qingzhou was becoming alert, a breeze blew by, and the sea of ​​blood changed into the appearance of the True Immortal Palace on the top of Langhuan Mountain. Snow was floating in the sky, and in the distance there was a sea of ​​clouds that stretched as far as the eye could see.

Just when he was confused, a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Disciple, you have already walked half of this road."

Fu Qingzhou turned around in surprise.

Long Dabei was standing in front of the Xiehong Palace of the True Immortal Palace with his hands behind his back and a look of sorrow on his face. He said in a deep voice, "But don't go any further... Qi Ran Jue, you deceived us."

The next moment, Long Dabei waved his sleeves at him from a distance.

Fu Qingzhou's eyes suddenly filled with colorful flashes and the world was spinning.

"Well!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, sweating profusely, and some intuition told him that he seemed to have experienced a lot and finally woke up.

Then, before he could take a closer look at everything around him, an indescribable pain came from the depths of his soul!

This kind of pain is like the fatigue that has been accumulated in a machine for too long, and finally breaks and collapses at a certain moment.

It poured down like a landslide or tsunami, far exceeding all the pain Fu Qingzhou had ever experienced in the past!
In just a moment, his body and soul could no longer endure the pain and he was about to die from the agony.

But in just a moment, the pain receded like the tide.

"What on earth is going on..."

After a few breaths, Fu Qingzhou covered his chest with his hands as his heart palpitated and barely regained consciousness.

"and many more."

He shook his head and finally remembered something: "I seem to... I asked Huijue to wake me up in order to fight against King Xishuo. After that, I seemed to have arrived at a pond with many Taiji fish around. Then... what happened next?"

But as soon as he thought about it, his head felt like it was exploding!

I couldn't think about everything I had just seen in the dream at this moment. The more I tried to recall it, the more it slipped away like sand through my fingers, leaving only some vague impressions.

Snapped!
Fu Qingzhou slapped himself and finally came to his senses.

The most important thing right now is to understand the current situation!

How is King Xishuo? How is Brother Hua? How is the Xuanmeng Ceremony?

He raised his head, then his eyes widened and his mouth opened.

where is this?
The surroundings were full of towering cliffs, heavy clouds and fog hovering in the sky like a cage, withered grass and trees, and...

Fu Qingzhou raised his eyes and saw two people lying not far away.

He could tell at a glance that it was Jiang Baichuan and Huijue!
His pupils shrank!
No matter how I got here, but those two people now... if they are not dead, I should kill them!
Fu Qingzhou supported himself on the ground and was about to get up, but he felt cloth in his hand.

He was startled and looked down.

I saw a wrinkled Taoist robe lying on the ground in front of me.

Fu Qingzhou picked up the Taoist robe in confusion.

Why is there a Taoist robe here?
He looked at it carefully. The robe was cold to the touch and a little damp, as if it came from a land of ice and snow.

The land of ice and snow, Langhuan Mountain?

Qingsongzi’s Taoist robe?

But Fu Qingzhou was not sure. He had only met his uncle once when he went up the mountain that year, and had never seen him again. Recently, they had only exchanged letters and had never met in person. He could not quite remember what kind of clothes Qingsongzi was wearing.

Just think of it as Qingsongzi's clothes, but why are they here? Fu Qingzhou shook his head and decided not to think about it for the time being.

Only then did he notice that his clothes were all tattered to the extreme. Although he had no wounds, there were a lot of residual bloodstains. Perhaps the injuries had healed on their own after the chaos? But the clothes really couldn't be worn anymore.

So he put on the Taoist robe.

The longbow, quiver, cloud-splitting long sword, and German sword were all gone...

Fu Qingzhou looked around and sighed.

This is a bit troublesome.

It's difficult to kill people without weapons.

After all, the person he is about to kill is not an ordinary person.

But he still searched and picked up a particularly large stone on the ground.

After pondering for a moment, he walked towards Huijue who was closer.

Huijue collapsed on the ground, but he didn't faint. Instead, he was awake with his eyes open.

Although he still had the body of a young child, he looked as old as a centenarian, giving off a strange and terrifying feeling.

Seeing Fu Qingzhou walking up to him, with clear eyes and calm expression, and the third eye on his forehead gone, Huijue's eyes clearly revealed a hint of despair.

"Still... failed..."

He said in a hoarse voice: "Why, Buddhist, you... obviously..."

Fu Qingzhou remained silent, suddenly lifted up the boulder and smashed it hard on Huijue's head!
With a loud bang, the stone hit Fu Qingzhou's hand as if it had hit steel.

And there was only a small white mark left on Huijue's forehead.

"Even after all this, you're still so stubborn?"

Fu Qingzhou sneered and raised the stone again.

Huijue looked at him with dead eyes, without resistance or dodging.

when!
There was another sound, and the stone hit the same place. This time it finally broke the skin and a trace of blood seeped out.

“Buddha’s son…” Huijue said hoarsely, “Why, why…”

when!
Fu Qingzhou had a gloomy face and smashed down heavily again and again!

He wouldn't say anything like "Who is this for?" It's meaningless.

Huijue has harmed too many people and caused too many families to be broken up. Even if he died hundreds or thousands of times, he would never be able to vent his hatred or atone for his sins.

But Fu Qingzhou never thought of torturing him and tricking him with countless means, leaving him alive for the world to humiliate...

It's not meaningless, but it's not enough.

The most direct way to destroy a person is to destroy his body and soul. In short, it is to kill him.

No matter how fearless this person is, no matter how complicated his past is, and no matter whether this person feels relieved by death...

Only by killing him can he be truly destroyed!
Killing him, only killing him, can bring comfort to the souls killed by him!

Only death can end this time!
"Hui Jue!"

Fu Qingzhou gritted his teeth and smashed the stone down again: "Die!"

Click!

This time when the stone fell, it finally didn't feel like it was hitting steel, but it smashed Huijue's forehead, causing blood and flesh to splatter and bones to crack!
But at the same time, the stone in Fu Qingzhou's hand broke into several pieces.

Blood flowed down Huijue's cheeks, his eyes were still open, his gaze was empty and lifeless, and the figure of Fu Qingzhou picking up another big stone was reflected in his pupils.

Soon, Fu Qingzhou came back and raised the stone high in his hands again.

"I... am unwilling..."

Huijue slowly closed his eyes and murmured.

Fu Qingzhou smiled.

"Unwilling? That's right."

He sneered: "You are unwilling, I am very happy!"

The huge rock fell, making a sound of wind, and settled with a dull sound.

(End of this chapter)