The Big Devil's Resignation

Tianqing never thought that he could see that girl again at the bottom of the cliff where he killed Yueming.

The girl who murdered Yueming in Baiyun Village, Qingsu.

When the sword in Qingsu's hand pierced his heart, he recognized that the sword belonged to Yue Ming.

Qingsu licked the blood on her hands, and with crooked smiles, she said: "Yue Ming is not dead, but when he knew that you became the No. Thank you so much for coming to our Corpse Puppet Sect, Master Tianqing." She withdrew the sword from Tianqing's chest, watched Tianqing's blood gushing out coldly, and then fell limp to the ground. "But you will never see him again, now let you taste the feeling of being pierced in the heart."

Tian Qing felt as if a big hole had been opened in his heart, and the cold wind howled through it, freezing his heart.

The feeling of being pierced in the heart, is this it?

When Yue Ming's heart was pierced, would it hurt more than him?

Tianqing is unknown.

He just closed his eyes weakly, and the world fell into darkness.

He felt as if he had walked the boundless Huangquan Road, seen the blooming Bana flowers, crossed the narrow and mottled Naihe Bridge, until he saw Yueming.

Yue Ming was dressed in white, with his feather fan swaying lightly, he looked very much like Mr. Pian Pian Jia in the human storybook.

Yue Ming said to him, "Wake up."

A burst of intense white light flashed, as if suddenly returning to reality from a dream, he opened his eyes suddenly.

Opening his eyes, he vaguely saw a group of ghost messengers with hideous faces, accompanied by the sound of chains clanging, emerging from behind Yue Ming.

Tianqing broke out in a cold sweat.

He regained his composure and saw the masters and ancestors of Tianyan Sect gathered around his bed.

In a daze, he wanted to get out of bed and salute, but was stopped by Elder Zhenming.

Zhen Ming told him to lie down, and said: "Three months ago, we did a fortune-telling for you, and found that your fate is very bad, but there is a chance of life, and that life should belong to Nightmare Lord."

"The two of you have suffered many setbacks this time, but fortunately your doom has passed. The Nightmare Lord's sword is called Soul-Guarding, and it is intended to keep the spirit of the warrior alive. When you died, your soul left your body and went to the underworld, and the Nightmare Lord also gave up his body. Go down and get you up."

Tian Qing thought of how he had seriously injured Yueming for a while, and thought of him being in danger in the underworld for a while, and felt that he probably owed him a great favor this time.He asked: "His soul is still in the underworld, how can I rescue him?"

Zhenming smiled wryly and shook his head: "This matter... I'm afraid there is nothing we can do."

Tian Qing went down the mountain again, this time he went to the Corpse Puppet Sect.

On the way, he saw corpse puppets that had disappeared for a long time suddenly come out, attacking various sects in an organized manner.All the orthodox sects were caught off guard and retreated steadily. Many demon cultivators took this opportunity to make waves, and the world seemed to be in a bloody and miserable state.

But he didn't dare to waste any more time, and hurried on his way without distraction.

Passing by Baiyun Village, Qingsu stopped him.

He drew his sword and looked at her warily.

Qingsu was unmoved, and said coldly: "The Valley of Ten Forgiveness is summoning the soul for the Nightmare Lord, you'd better go there."

He was suspicious: "Isn't he in the Corpse Puppet Sect?"

Qingsu sneered: "Believe it or not." After speaking, he turned and rushed towards the Ten Forgiveness Valley.

Tianqing hesitated for a while, and finally followed with hesitation.

When he came to the Valley of Ten Forgiveness, Tianqing saw 48 monks stepping on the formation, holding soul-calling banners, injecting spiritual power into the formation's eyes.

Qingsu threw Yueming's Soul-Gripping Sword to him, pointed him in a direction, and signaled him to act as the center of the formation.

There was an inexplicable feeling of being pulled in his heart, he didn't think too much, and asked, "Where is Yue Ming?"

Qingsu didn't answer, but gave him a weird and stiff smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand to push hard, Tianqing was caught off guard and fell into the formation.He struggled to get out, but found that his limbs were restrained by a force, unable to move at all.He opened his mouth, but also couldn't make a sound.

As if a pot of cold water was poured on his head, he finally woke up.Qingsu is a member of the Corpse Puppet Sect, how could he get involved with the Ten Forgiveness Valley?Maybe they didn't actually want to summon Yue Ming's soul.But because of his confusion, he didn't find such a clear doubt.

He was so careless.

There was a sudden cramping in his heart, and he could hardly straighten up.

Drenched in cold sweat, he saw that Qingsu had already stood on the only remaining formation.

Everything is hopeless.

All of a sudden, there was a sound of wind and thunder in the heaven and earth, flying sand and rocks, all over the mountains and plains, covering the sky and the sun, and the scarlet blood glowed in the big formation, with Tianqing as the center, all directions lit up layer by layer in the shape of a spider web.

It wasn't until this moment that Tianqing saw the true face of the Great Formation—Fifty Killing Formation.

"The number of Dayan is fifty, and the use of forty is nine." Fifty Dao, Tianyan 49, he is Yueming's only chance, but he can't do anything now.

The 49 soul-calling banners roared and moved, hunting and flying, from which came out clusters of black air, which gradually gathered above the eyes of the formation along the flickering and hideous veins of the formation, forming the appearance of black clouds overwhelming the city.

My heart hurt more and more, as if there was a huge ax hacking in it.He finally couldn't help but knelt on the ground, curled up, and gritted his teeth to endure the pain.

Cold sweat trickled down his temples, and his eyes turned black, but he still opened his eyes with difficulty, trying his best to maintain his final sobriety.

Until the sword in his hand lit up faintly and hummed——Yue Ming said that this sword has a spirit, and when the master approaches, he will salute the sword.

As if he had been hit hard, he woke up immediately, looked at the direction where the breath was approaching, opened his mouth, and wanted to say, don't come, but his throat was blocked, and he couldn't make a sound.

He watched helplessly as the black clouds above the formation condensed into a huge arrow, accompanied by the shrill sound of all ghosts crying, and shot at him head-on.At the same time, the long-lost figure in black came flying towards him through the wind outside his eyes——

The strong wind penetrated Yue Ming's body, carrying a strong bloody smell towards his face, but it dissipated inexplicably an inch away from his face.Soul-hunting sword flew up into the air in a vain attempt to stop the black arrow, but was eroded by the black air the moment it collided, quickly became dim, and fell down.The black arrow was no longer obstructed, just when Yueming threw Tianqing to the ground, it pierced through Yueming's body with a "chuck".

The warm liquid instantly sprinkled Tianqing's face.

In a haze, he seemed to see that arrow with only remaining power passing through Yue Ming's body, and when it was about to touch him, it was blocked by a layer of golden light that popped up from his heart, smashed into wisps of black smoke, and scattered with the wind. went.

The clouds opened to see the moon, the formation shattered, and the rocks collapsed.

Tianqing seemed unable to hear the commotion around him at this moment, he just stared blankly at Yue Ming who was pounced on him.A line of blood dripped from the corner of Yue Ming's mouth, and his face was pale.

But Yue Ming was still smiling with difficulty, saying intermittently: "Why did you come... If you don't come, I won't wake up either."

"I was going on a seven-day tour of the underworld, and suddenly I couldn't feel... the aura of the Taoist priest, so I broke out from the underworld... As soon as I came out, I saw the Taoist priest trapped here... Fortunately, I still protected the Taoist priest. How long..."

With trembling hands, he carefully picked out a transparent thread from Tianqing's heart.

He said: "Look... I entrusted my soul to you for safekeeping... It counts as a blow to you..."

He slapped the soul of life back into Tianqing's heart, and looked deeply into Tianqing's eyes.

"Daoist, don't think that you owe me anything... Strictly speaking, I have implicated Daoist in all these disasters... It can be regarded as repaying Daoist's life-saving grace..."

Yue Ming let go of his hand, and gently fell on him, quietly, without breath.

Tianqing slowly hugs Yueming tightly.

This person brought him many surprises.

Born in the Valley of Ten Forgiveness, but he doesn't like to kill people, and he keeps secret about the reasons for his rebellion.

Seemingly lazy and out of shape, but always concerned about his safety.

Go to the underworld for him, travel thousands of miles to Huangquan.He has no idea how much suffering he has endured while traveling with demons and monsters.Once he couldn't feel his breath, he said lightly and rushed out.

He wanted to say that he was not interested in Yue Ming's confidante, so he didn't need to rush to explain to him.Now there is nowhere to explain it.

He also wants to say that he is not a fool, he can see the meaning hidden in Yue Ming's actions.I just didn't know how to face it, so I had to pretend to be stupid.

Is he affectionate?Is he ruthless?

Mo Dao is ruthless but affectionate.

The fate of the soul is all in his heart.

No wonder he feels distressed from time to time, it is the pain that Yue Ming suffers from.

What should he say about this man?

In fact, he didn't want to pay nothing and write off everything.

But why did he practice the Way of Forgetfulness?

Tian Qing buried his face on Yue Ming's shoulder, and sighed softly.

The author has something to say: Oh, it seems to be getting bloodier. (*/ω＼*) No one is watching, and I can only entertain myself. . .