9000 years

Xuanli froze, and before he turned around, he heard the person behind him muffled, "Didn't you refuse to see me? Didn't you ignore me? What are you doing here?"

The voice was crying, soaked by the rain all night, hoarse and cracked, like a child who is angry with an adult, full of grievances and nowhere to speak.

Xuanli was caught off guard by the hug, he lowered his head and sighed, struggling to get out of Fuyu's embrace.

"open."

The person behind him was in a state of distress, and he didn't care about the hair sticking to his face, leaving wet marks where he hugged Xuanli, but he obediently let him go.Xuanli turned his back and frowned, turned around expressionlessly, Fuyu grabbed his sleeve, looked at him earnestly, Xuanli put the hair tie and hair in his hand, and he He didn't speak, and didn't even give Fuyu an extra look. Fuyu's expression suddenly turned cold, and he stared blankly at Xuanli's hand.

The moment the hair tie was handed on, Xuanli suddenly strangled Fuyu's wrist with all his strength. The person in front of him was stunned at first, and then laughed clearly, a red light in his eyes flickered on and off, flashing in a pair of tearful eyes. , very strange.

Thick black air rose from behind him, Fu Yu broke free from Xuanli's imprisonment, and flew up, his body wrapped in the black mist, and he laughed sinisterly, which made people feel frightened.

Xuanli knew that if it was Fuyu, he would not fail to sense it, but he didn't expect that this person recovered so quickly and rushed to die.

Under the demonic energy, Fu Yu's face was pale, which was in stark contrast to the lingering black air. He stood on the cloud and looked at Xuan Li, looking up and down, with the deep meaning in his eyes that no one could understand.

A white figure suddenly flew across the void, the sharp sword energy swept a gust of wind, Wu Ling sword cut through the thick black mist and stopped in midair, probably because the magic energy was too strong, and the red light of the sword body was abnormal Restless, trembling left and right as if unable to find the direction, after a while, Jianfeng wobbled and turned towards Lingyi.

Xuanli immediately understood that it was Fuyu who was manipulating Wuling.

Lingyi, who was stopped in the black mist, obviously didn't expect that Fuyu, who had been trapped in the sea of ​​consciousness by himself, could actually command the Wuling sword. He smiled, and actually underestimated this little guy.

While the blade was fluctuating, Ling Yi, who was standing on the cloud, made a sudden move. Wu Ling, who could not be fully controlled, couldn't sense his master at once, and fell to the ground after shaking for a few moments, followed by the scabbard.

Fuyu, who was trapped in the sea of ​​consciousness, felt more and more difficult to breathe. It seemed that a transparent wall had been erected in front of him and behind him, squeezing him in the middle, making him unable to move.

He spat angrily, "Damn it!"

He still remembered that he had just stepped out of the peach grove not long ago, and his thoughts were all about Xuan Li, and he looked back for a long time at every step, hoping that the person would come out to take a look, but in the end he was still reluctant to leave, standing at the end of the winding peach grove, hesitating After a long while, he finally made up his mind. As soon as he turned around, the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly became frantic. The power was so overbearing that Fuyu immediately realized it. Unfortunately, although he was prepared, he was not Lingyi's opponent after all. The stalemate lasted only a few seconds. , was pulled into the sea of ​​consciousness and trapped by Lingyi, and it was the same trick again, but this time, Fuyu gained wisdom after taking a cut, and Lingyi could only fall into a layer of enchantment, not like Same as before.

Fuyu tried to control Wuling across the sea of ​​consciousness, but although Wuling recognized the master, he was still a dead thing, and his every move could not completely follow Fuyu's thoughts, not to mention that Fuyu and Wuling had been separated for a long time. The moves were all unfamiliar, and he couldn't sense them after a while.

Xuanli stared at Lingyi, not knowing what the person on the cloud wanted to do.

Lingyi looked down at Xuanli, he didn't move, just smiled sinisterly, the black air behind him couldn't stop churning, he took a few steps, as if he was thinking, suddenly, Wuling who had fallen to the ground The sword soared into the air, Lingyi stretched out his palm, the sword cut a hole from his hand, and then blood soaked it, Xuan Xin trembled from the bottom of his heart, when he looked again, the sword was already filled with black air.

Wisps of black air wrapped around the sword body, covering the originally bright and hot red light. It floated up and down as if struggling, and the sword edge swayed back and forth between Fuyu and Xuanli, and finally stopped on Xuanli's side.

Xuan Li narrowed his eyes, with a murderous look in his eyes.There are many innate artifacts in this world, Xuanli's Xuan

Qing Fan, Emperor Ziwei's Yuchenfu, Tianjun's Evil God Blade, Qiongji's Qianyue Crossbow, and the Wuling Sword of the Dragon Palace in the Northern Territory, these artifacts left over from ancient times, were born to kill gods, and he finally understood Lingyi What do you want to do today.

The moment the sword strikes, Xuanli quickly throws the hairband in his hand, a blue light and shadow is so fast that it is difficult to catch, Wuling Jian is born with extreme speed, just as the hairband is thrown, the blade rubs against Xuanli Xuan Li didn't intend to fight with others anymore, since the other party came to seek death, it would be better to come here quickly, the only thing that restrains him is Fu Yu's body, he can't hurt him with his hands, can only use the same trick

Before the thoughts in his mind were formed, a strong sword energy rushed towards Xuanli's back. At the same time, Lingyi, who had never moved, rushed towards him, facing the enemy on his back, and fell silent in Xuanli's sleeves. The Xuanqing Fan quickly blocked Xuanli, he turned sideways, the blade stuck to the handle of the fan and did not move, but the devilish energy behind him entangled Xuanli like claws, the claws were like poisonous thorns, entangled Going up Xuanli's arm, strangling Xuanli's throat, Xuanlikong had a ball of Lihuo in his hand and had nowhere to go. While struggling, Wulingjian, who had just fallen silent, came to life again.

Xuanqing fan stood in front of him, and the demonic energy entangled him making it difficult to move. He looked sideways, and Si Ming appeared out of nowhere. Seeing this, he immediately shouted: "Fu Yu, are you crazy?"

I don't know if this sound had an effect, Lingyi suddenly trembled, and the devilish energy wrapped around Xuanli's body loosened a bit. Taking advantage of the moment, Xuanli jumped up and quickly retracted the Xuanqing fan, without any help. Ling Jian also fell to the ground again.

Lingyi had recovered her expression, but in just a moment, Xuanli also understood what happened, and her heart ached.

Xuanli, who was standing on the cloud, suddenly spoke, with a soft voice, as if coaxing his beloved: "Xiaobai, you're home."

A sound of "Xiaobai" pierced through the sea of ​​consciousness and fell in Fuyu's ears, he was at a loss for a moment, then struggled crazily, he couldn't breathe under the pressure of the wall in the sea of ​​consciousness, and people outside the world kept calling him like that over and over again.

"Xiaobai, go home, Xiaobai"

The high wall built began to crumble, half of Lingyi's soul standing on the cloud was squeezed out, and he couldn't see clearly in front of him. Fuyu pulled out from the sea of ​​consciousness, the corners of Fuyu's eyes were scarlet, he struggled to climb out of the sea of ​​consciousness and started fighting with Lingyi.

He tried his best to tear Lingyi's soul apart, and ignored it as if going crazy, but Lingyi still persisted and refused to quit.

The Wuling sword that fell on the ground jumped up, and the red light and black air were entwined. Xuan Li seemed to have thought of something suddenly. He looked at it twice, and stretched out his hand to pick up the sword. The spiritual power had just covered it. Feng was caught off guard and hit him like him. Within three seconds, the sword energy pierced through the void, and the rapid air current brushed past Xuanli's ears. As the spiritual light raged, he knew that he could not run away. .

The sharp light above the sharp sword edge was like a rainbow, and Xuan Li blocked his eyes, but the expected pain did not come.

He had already dodged for a while, even if he stabbed him, it wouldn't kill him, it was just a little blood, but there was nothing

Xuan Li opened his eyes in astonishment as if he had a premonition, a black shadow covered him in front of him, Fu Yu turned his back to him, and knelt down slowly the moment he opened his eyes, Wuling sword pierced through Fu Yu Yu's chest stabbed out from behind, blood dripped down along the edge of the sword.

For a moment the world was silent.

A soft voice came from below: "No one wants to live"

The burly figure fell down completely, Fuyu turned sideways, only the dazzling red was in Xuanli's eyes.

When he fell to the ground, he fell in his own blood.

The black energy in the body continuously gushed out, followed the wound, swayed and dissipated in the wind, like a passing life.

The floating black mist condensed on the clouds, and a strange shadow slowly appeared, it was really a shadow.

Xuanli couldn't move anymore. After tens of thousands of years, he still couldn't face such a situation. Si Ming hurriedly flew over from the other side to hug him

, pulling Xuanli's robe with one hand and shouting, "Save me."

The red light on the Wuling sword went out, and even the diffuse mist could not be seen anymore. Xuanli's hands trembled, as if he was back in his childhood, standing at a loss in the strange Danyang Palace, not knowing where to go, let alone what to do What, he stared stiffly, the spiritual power of his fingertips flickered several times but couldn't get into Fu Yu's body.

Si Ming took his hand to comfort him, and comforted his cold fingertips with his warm palm: "It's okay, calm down, it's okay."

The little fairy servants of Shangwu Palace also ran out, Si Ming sent them to invite the heavenly doctor, and some people went to fetch hot water, the sound of hurried footsteps coming and going, the front of Shangwu Palace has never been so lively .

No one cared about where the disappeared Ling Yi went.

Xuanli didn't know when tears came down, he held Fuyu's hand, his mind was blank, he just spent his spiritual power stiffly, his eyes stuck to the person's face motionless.Fuyu's face turned pale, and his whole body was getting colder and colder. The sword lying across his chest was still there, and no one dared to pull it out easily.Xuanli suddenly regretted it, why didn't he want to see him after so many days?

After a long time, he finally regained his composure and stretched out his hand to pick up the man from Si Ming's arms. He was shaking all the time, and his palms carefully pressed the wound for the man. He still remembered that he lost him like this 4 years ago.

The Heavenly Physician soon came over, Xuan Li was sitting in a pool of blood, as if lost in spirit, Si Ming carefully helped him up, leaving a place for the Heavenly Physician to diagnose and treat, the Heavenly Physician had never seen such an emperor before, and immediately knelt down tremblingly Together with another heavenly doctor, he healed people meticulously.

When the Wuling sword was taken out from Fu Yu's body, the blood above it was still warm, Xuan Li stared at the sword, and suddenly ignited a bunch of Li Huo like crazy and smashed it down, Si Ming quickly blocked it, Li Huo rolled to the side and burned the hem of the robe of one of the heavenly doctors. The heavenly doctor was already frightened, but after being burned like this again, his hands began to shake. Si Ming stepped forward to comfort him, picked up the Wuling sword closed the scabbard.

In order to recast the sword, Xuanli spent a lot of spiritual power and mind, staring at it day and night, doing everything by himself, this is a gift from him, and it is the only thing that can force the people in the body away, but he He also didn't expect that the sword qi has no spirit, and one day it will lead to such consequences. If such consequences were expected at the beginning, he would rather not cast it from the beginning.

The kneeling celestial doctor suddenly turned around, his head was on the ground, and even his shoulders were trembling: "Your Majesty, Your Highness has lost too much blood, you"

Before the celestial doctor finished speaking, Xuanli cut his wrist with two fingers together, the celestial doctor nodded uncontrollably, sighed and turned around to continue the treatment, the blood flowed into Fuyu's body along with the spiritual power In his body, Xuanli's eyes were red, and there were no more tears to shed.

I don't know how long it took, the heavenly doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around and kowtowed again: "Your Highness is fine, thanks to your phoenix bone and blood, otherwise today"

"Cough..." Si Ming winked, and the heavenly doctor realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly knelt down again, not daring to speak any more.

Xuanli walked a few steps forward, knelt down and slowly picked up the person from the pool of blood, the heavenly doctors kneeling on both sides gave way, and Xuanli walked through the people around, as if holding a piece of precious jade, one step at a time Step into Shangwu Palace.

He muttered to himself: "Go home, let's go home."