Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 684 Sad and Gentle
When I heard the news of Fengzhu's death, my mind went blank.

"Are you sure it's her?"

"Ah."

Xue Yang nodded, tears flowing freely on her beautiful cheeks.

In Xueyang's life, it was Feng Lord who initiated her fate of greedy wolf.

It can be said that without Fengzhu, she would not be who she is today.

If Ali is the peaceful moonlight in Guixu, Fengzhu is the green wind blowing all over Guixu.

When I came here, I was concerned about the life and death of the demon disciples, and I didn't perceive the changes in the Guixu world.It was only when he walked out of the Hall of Valor that he realized that Guixu had lost a majestic divine wind.

I remembered the first time I met Feng Shiba. At that time Ali was still in my porch, and to hear the wind chant, I summoned the wind god with the forbidden step given to me by Xueyang.

"Why is it you?" Feng Zhu was surprised to see that it was me who summoned her.

"My master gave me the forbidden step."

"This girl is willing to do anything for it, anyway, why are you calling me?"

"I want Fengshen to inject a wind power into my Xuan."

"Don't be sad because of the wind because of the divinity. I may not even give it to me because the source of my wind is Xueyang. What qualifications do you have?"

Yes, don't feel bad for the wind.

Seeing the grass and trees drooping in Guixu and the clouds scattered, how can I not miss the moment when the wind was blowing.

Without the wind master, there is still wind in Guixu.But I can no longer hear the news from the wind, and I can no longer feel the ubiquitous care of the wind master.

The wind passes without trace, teach me how to listen to the wind again?
I finally understood why Ali's eyes were red from crying. At the beginning she was lonely in my porch, and it was the trace of wind left by the wind master that accompanied her for a long time.

The gentle and compassionate wind once blew through my porch and restored my vitality. It has been my greatest reliance for a long time.Now, I no longer need the recovery wind of the wind master, my porch has endless power, but the wind master suddenly dies at this time.

After coming out of the cold and desolate way of magic, many disciples of the way of magic died in battle.

Liu Hechou and Feng Lingyue make me sad the most. They are not only my master and mother in this world, but also loyal warriors of the Demon Dao.

The fall of King Qicai Ming and the death of Xiaoge Tianzun have all brought tears to my eyes.

Guixu Qingdi, Silver Fox Bai Wuya, Helian Xiaoyao, Liu Fengyu, Zhou Shihao... the death of every demon disciple is worth remembering.

However, I have never been so wallowing in sadness as I am today.

As the patriarch of the Demon Dao, I know that I am doomed to bear pain along the way, and not everyone can bear the heavy burden of calling for souls.

However, when I was shocked to hear of the fall of the Wind Lord, my defenses that I thought were already rock-solid collapsed completely.

With decades of companionship and getting along day and night, there is her wherever there is wind.

How can I not miss it?
I used Kunlun snow to cut two rocks from Mount Buzhou, and carved them into steles of heroes and put them in the Hall of Valor.

Lin Qingshui's I put it together with Silver Fox Bai Wuya's, and Fengzhu's is listed in the forefront of the Hall of Valor of the Demon Dao by me, alongside Kong Xuan, the Colorful Ming King.

Since the end of the Dharma-ending Era, although Fengzhu is not dazzling with her record, her existence has played a vital role in supporting the operation of the entire magic army.

Without her, Mo Dao would not be able to build offshore fortifications, dispatch troops, and grasp the status quo of the Three Realms at any time. Without her, Xueyang would not be able to activate the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

The stele of heroes is inscribed, and I will walk out of the hall of heroes.

Outside the hall, the disciples of the Demonic Dao stood solemnly, and everyone was dressed more than snow.

Looking at the red eyes from crying, I know their hearts are as sad as mine.

In the Battle of the Azure Dragon, there were millions of deaths and injuries in the Demonic Dao. The dead included their relatives, friends, partners, brothers and sisters.

The dead are like this, and the living feel sorry for themselves.

I wanted to say something to them, but I couldn't open my mouth.

In the end, I remembered the poem that Yuhua read after the Battle of the Black Wind Grand Canyon, and I recited it word by word.

"Yuezhi was cut off the year before last, and there was no full teacher in the city. The news was cut off by the Fan Han, and the dead and the old were separated. No one collected the waste, and returned to the horse to know the disabled flag..."

As soon as he read a few sentences, a disciple of the dead soul of the demon way covered his face.

When the chanting of "Wanting to sacrifice to the suspect is here, we will be together at this time at the end of the world" was the first to erupt from the army of demonic souls, and then spread endless sadness, mourning the entire Guixu.

The return of the Demon Dao was shrouded in sorrow, and the camp of the Immortal Dao in the Heavenly Court was also filled with endless sorrow.

Patriarch of the Nine Heavens, Emperor Zichen, 36 Tiangangs, 72 Dishas, ​​Wudou, 28 Constellations, Star Lord of Taiweiyuan, Dragon King of the West Sea, Dragon King of the North Sea...

In the entire heavenly court, including gods and gods, a total of 700 people fell, and the heavenly soldiers and generals and the dragon army killed or injured a total of 400 million people.

Tonight, no wind, no moon, no stars.

From Guixu to Hangu Pass, from the human world to the heavenly court, the sky and the earth are full of sorrow.

Three days later, Murong Yuanrui returned from the heaven.

His face was haggard, his eyes were stained with tears, his battle armor was still unresolved, and his blood was still mottled.

Xueyang was going to cleanse her up, but when she saw her sleepy look, she gave me a wink and asked me to take her back to rest.

In the bedroom, I removed her armor.

This is the first time we have been close, and the closest we have been before that was just a hug in Gui Xuhai's eyes.

Under the battle armor, the blood soaked the underwear.

I thought she would be shy, but she still stood there frankly, allowing me to remove her blood-soaked underwear.

His snow-white skin was covered with scars.

There are several places where the bones are deep and the flesh is exposed, which is shocking to see.

"Isn't there an elixir for healing in Immortal Dao?" I asked distressedly.

"I have the body of a god of war, and I can repair myself without any elixir."

"Then you still have to endure the pain all over your body?"

"To make you feel bad."

Seeing that I really felt sorry for her, I immediately went to bed and meditated cross-legged to heal myself.

Soon, the wound recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.The perfect body shone with a holy luster, the jade was flawless, and could be broken with a snap of the fingers.

Yuan Rui faced me calmly, without any shame on her face, but I was shocked by her beauty, so I didn't move for a long time.

"Why, you have finished giving birth to the child, and you still plan to deny it?" Murong Yuanrui said with a light smile.

It's easy to say, but when I removed my clothes and kissed skin to skin, her cheeks flushed instantly again.

Some sorrows cannot be forgotten, but the most important thing in life is to cherish the people in front of you.At this point, Yuan Rui's state of mind is stronger than mine, unlike me that is easily swayed by emotions.

Jian Jia sees true love in a raging fire, and Yan Hua is selfless and only sentimental, but Yuan Rui loves rationally and calmly from beginning to end.

The love between me and her is a matter of course, and the birth of Xie Mo and Xie Ling is the proof.

"Xie Lan, we don't talk about war tonight, we don't talk about sorrow, we only talk about our heartfelt feelings."

"Ah."

"Tonight, you have only one title, and that is my husband."

"Ah."

"Then, my husband, please take pity on me."

I underestimated Yuan Rui's passion and madness, and at the same time I underestimated myself.

With heavy grief crushing our hearts, we all desperately need a break from the release.

It was a gentle night, with violent wind and rain, and it was not until dawn that he woke up from a dream.

Smile calmly, another day full of hope.

Yuan Rui was wearing the new clothes prepared by Xueyang. It was a neon gown woven with five colors of mulberry silk, representing the innate power of the five elements that she controlled.

The clothes were well cut and perfectly set off Yuan Rui's body curves.While not losing the fairy spirit, it also brings a touch of fireworks of returning to the ruins.

Most of the disciples of the Demonic Dao wear the same clothes. They are not as cold and distant as the immortals in the heavenly court. Instead, they reveal human touch everywhere. Even Ali's most holy moon god form will not give people the feeling of repelling people thousands of miles away.

Yuan Rui is the mistress of the Demon Dao, and the first important thing to do after recovering from her injury is to worship the Hall of Valor.

As the former Patriarch of the Immortal Dao and the Primordial God of War, she knows the situation of the high-ranking warriors of the Demon Dao very well.

Yuan Rui offered incense and eulogies to the heroic monuments one by one. When she came to the Fengzhu Monument, she was slightly taken aback, then turned to me and said, "Xie Lan, you shouldn't erect a monument for Fengzhu."

(End of this chapter)