Fu Canglu

Chapter 615
The celestial phase is a gift from God, as a mortal, it should be ecstatic to receive it.

It should not be refused, nor can it be refused.

All the gifts given by fate have their prices marked in secret.

If you can't refuse, you can only accept it. If you accept one, there will be two. If you accept two, there will be three, four, five, six, and seven.

If you get the extraordinary part of Tianxiang, you will get Tianque, suffer from diseases, be born strong, be born lacking, and be accompanied by each other, and cannot be perfected.

The wind howled.

Thoughts are mixed.

In a daze, His Highness shook his head, dismissing the distracting thoughts in his mind, he raised his head, and looked at the woman in white standing in front of him.

Due to the shrinkage of the body, the lotus clothes became wider, and the damp and heavy sleeves were dried by the vitality bursting out from the white clothes, making them dry and comfortable. The whole rainy prairie, beside Murong in the white clothes, the scenery began to unfold. produce subtle changes.

Except for Yi Xiao's robe with lotus sleeves, skirt, hem, and the scorched grass leaves on the ground, rolling dry bones, many things burst out from the inside out at this moment, full of vitality.

It is vitality.

The dead leaves rejuvenated, the weeds raised their spines, and the charred skin of the black and dry bones was blown off in the strong wind, lifted up, and flew into broken ash.

First, the radius is three feet.

Then there is a radius of three feet, thirty feet!
This surge of vitality rolled up against the wind inch by inch, amidst the clang of the sword, Murong raised a hand and clasped his five fingers.

The eternal night beyond the sky is pitch black, a ray of light strikes like a meteor, from far to near, rumbles majesticly, countless fine sword threads are interlaced and pieced together in the mid-air, the tip of the sword smashes towards Murong, the white robe chuckles lightly, He clenched his five fingers tightly, the sword silk shone brightly, and the sword body, which was still transparent after solidification, burst out with infinite light and flames.

Hold the sword upside down.

Murong turned his wrist lightly, with the palm facing outwards, the hilt of the sword was caught in the tiger's mouth, and he grasped the sword of nothingness!
The tip of the sword stood facing the sky, a ray of light flowed and surged from the tip of the sword, and the tip of the sword beat back and forth like a clear stream.

Turning the wrist and falling slightly, there was a loud sound as majestic as an eight-foot man stomping on the ground.

The handle of "karma" was inserted on the ground, the sword energy was raging, and the strong wind dispelled changes.

Yi Xiao stared blankly at this scene.

Murong asked softly: "Do you want to resist?"

When this sentence was uttered, the voice was very soft and soft, like a drop of clear water, falling on the sea without splashing the slightest ripple.

Do you want to rebel?

Revolt
Against what?
How to resist?

The young man wiped the remaining rain on his cheeks, his hands were wet, he lowered his head, his eyes were covered by his fine hair.

When the dragon snake and the lotus plant were entangled and born, I came to this world.

He got a gift from heaven.

Although this is a gift that countless people want but don't get.

Although this is what many people think is the best luck.

But is this asking for your own opinion?

Why, I must accept this poisonous gift?

I can see ten lines at a glance, see flies and insects a mile away, memorize every word in Qiliang's library, and recite the chronology of each year's major events from the beginning symbol to the Spring and Autumn Period.
But the price is that if he can't find the elixir to save Tian Que, he will die at the age of 16.

When you die, there is nothing left.

So he stepped into that carriage, so every step of his northward journey was like being picked up by someone, a pawn with no choice but no alternative.

If you can start over.
If you can give yourself a chance to choose.
But no if.

They can only resist.

of course to resist

Of course you have to resist!
Against what?Resist that which is given, that which brings pain, that which is unlucky, that which must be rebelled!

Yi Xiao clenched his fists tightly, and his breathing began to be short. He raised his head and saw the sky supported by the dragon and snake, and countless thunderclaps staggered and roared, condensing and entangled in the sky above the sea of ​​souls.

His eyes seemed to have been extinguished and rekindled.

This is the look in Li Changge's eyes when he pulled out the sword bone from Xiandao in the South China Sea.

Weak weeds can't burn.

The sleeping lion woke up.

resist.

I lost the celestial features, the dragon snake, the lotus plant, and the two celestial features are gone.

The vitality is gone, the soul power is gone, and even my own vitality begins to collapse uncontrollably. What should I use to resist?

Yi Xiao staggered, and suddenly heard a thunderclap, and the thunder slashed across the ground like a halberd, reflecting the young man's pale cheeks, but his eyes were shining brightly.

He stared at the woman in white in front of him.

The white clothes are already a little fuzzy.

What gradually became clear was the front, the sword stuck in the ground.

That sword is like a rebellious weed, standing there, sticking there, the sword energy soars into the sky, the thunder dare not approach, and the rules dare not move.

Yi Xiao closed her eyes, her ears were filled with chaos.

First there was the muffled, roaring thunder.

Then came those familiar voices.

"In case of indecision, hold the sword first, reason in the rivers and lakes. Whoever has the faster sword is the reason."

Red Yier appeared in a daze before Yi Xiao's eyes.

She was sitting in the carriage, her red dress was fluttering with the strong wind, a pond fish was lying across her knees, her hands were pressing the two ends of the sword, her temples were flying, and her voice was flat.

"Remember the Six Styles of the Sword"

"Like the wind! Like the forest! Like the fire! Like the mountain! Like the shadow! Like the thunder!"

After the voice finished speaking, it gradually faded away with the bumps of the carriage.

The second person turned around slowly, the sun slanted, and the dazzling light followed him. The person had a sick face, with a gentle smile, standing on the high mountain, and threw a sword.

"People can be kind, but swords can't be kind."

"People can be bullied, but swords cannot be bullied."

"You have doubts, puzzles, and distress."

"But you also have a sword."

The sword fell with a bang.

It is getting closer and closer, until you can clearly see all the textures, veins, and every moment of tremor when it breaks through the sky.

A third voice sounded.

"If something is not fair, it will be leveled with a sword."

"One sword is not fair, just add another sword."

"Add until even."

When the sword fell on the ground, countless dust particles rolled and surged like a sea tsunami, with a point as the center, and the waterfall scattered in an instant.

With a bang, the world returned to silence.

The thunder exploded three feet in front of Yi Xiao.

The heavy rain in the Spring and Autumn Road stopped and stopped, and the weeds burned and stopped. At this moment, there was another heavy rain in Tianxin, and the thunder light fell on the grassland. The violent high temperature ignited the grass heart. In the darkness, it was like a weak light.

The same pitch-black lotus clothes were wet by the heavy rain and stuck to his body. The young man struggled and walked forward with difficulty.

In his eyes, all the scenery gradually became blurred, and all his sights were focused on the sword.

The flames began to spread.

The wildfires can't be extinguished, and the rain can't be extinguished.

Like the eye that hides the green lotus, after depriving all the gifts, it opened its eyes again in the dark night.

Those golden pupils burst out with sword energy on the prairie.

The vitality began to dissipate, and countless rules were implicated, falling invisible on Yi Xiao's body, depriving him of the right to live in this world bit by bit, and with every step he took, more dead energy was poured into him.

It's like the red dress on the head of Luoyang city.

move on.

The strong wind blew the lotus clothes, and poured the sleeves upside down, making it difficult to move.

move on.

Until he came to the sword.

Yi Xiao let out a heavy and painful roar, as if yelling out all the depression in his chest. He glanced at his fingertips with a gloomy expression, one after another of the dark silk threads could be clearly distinguished in the eternal night, which was the same as The different ink colors of the night are wrapped around the little finger, palm, and forearm, tightening the lotus clothes, and bloodstains are drawn everywhere on the body.

The part of the road that I walked was dripping blood every step of the way.

But in the past 20 years, I have come so far.

Which step did not bleed?

Is it the end now?

The veins on his forehead were bulging, and he suddenly raised his hand and clenched the hilt of his sword.

In the immortal stele, the "cause and effect" that burned the palm of the hand and could not be grasped, now broke out a tenacious resistance.

The blood danced on the hilt of the sword, was burned by the sword energy, and evaporated.

All the black lines were cut off by "karma" in an instant.

The blade trembled violently.

As soon as Yi Xiao's knees gave way, she was about to fall to her knees, her whole body leaning on the sword, but she refused to let go. With a low growl of difficulty, she firmly pressed the other hand on the hilt of the sword.

There was a pair of gentle hands folded over his own.

The figure of a woman who was about to become a feather stood behind Yi Xiao, she lowered her brows and smiled, folded her hands in Yi Xiao's hands, and whispered a word.

"install."

There seemed to be a light hitting the face.

This voice ignited all the lights.

Yi Xiao opened his eyes, and the grass clippings in front of him began to ignite brilliantly under the violent force of the heavy rain. Countless vitality burned on this grassland full of sword energy.

The second hand folded over his own.

Yi Xiao turned her head and saw a woman in red beside her, looking at her calmly, and opened her lips softly.

Said a word.

"install."

Then the third pair of hands.

The big brother who killed the embryo nodded gently to himself.

"install."

There was no time for more reactions.

All the figures were boiled and distorted in the fire, and Yi Xiao's palm had already been burned badly by the sword energy, it was scorched black, and even the excess blood was burned away.

He chuckled under his breath.

Draw your sword and stand up.

Thunder fell for the last time, but was slashed open by the sword energy in mid-air, shattered suddenly, and rolled into thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, and countless pieces. This sword slashed the whole world!
Yi Xiao held up the handle of "karma".

All the dead energy was cut off by this sword.

The heavy rain in Tianxin, the boiling weeds, and the trembling roar burst out at this moment, no matter how you listen to it, it is like a kind of carnival.

Celebrating a new life in another way.

Yi Xiao's expression seemed to be relieved, more like a relief.

His whole body was already drenched with sweat, and his lotus clothes were drenched.

He stood in the blazing darkness.

He understands.

When the bright flame is lit one day, it will never be extinguished.

In the heavy rain at night, all you need is a grass to burn itself.

It can start a prairie fire.

(End of this chapter)