36 far away
Yes, it's the reflection of the hand in the well.
It was left there when Yihong poisoned seven years ago. It is the organ that controls the operation of the whole poison palace!
Fengchuan's running breathing is gradually getting worse.
He knew that the soul of the distant spirit in the glazed wall was looking at him.
He knew that Ying Changtian, who was bound by this poisonous palace, was looking at him.
He also knew that the enemy Yihong killer who did not appear must have noticed his behavior.
He must destroy the well before being obstructed!
The fine poisonous rain attacked Fengchuan from all directions. This is a house made of poison, and it is not easy to be poisoned.
He heard the sound of poisonous rain burning on the wound.
He heard the sound of a poisonous arrow cutting through the skin and inserting into the glazed wall.
He heard the sound of Yao Ling and Ying Changtian shouting in panic.
Judging from their performance... they seem to be seriously injured.
However, Fengchuan still decided to send the blade to the well before counting how many wounds there were on his body.
"Ding--"
The tip of the sword hit the glass in the well, making a crisp and pleasant sound. The terrible hand shadow was stained with blood, and all the glass began to disappear like weathering--
The sharpest sword in the world is not covered.
With the blood slowly oozing from the corners of Fengchuan's mouth, the seven-year-old glazed portrait, the delicacies that time was stopped, and the brick and gravel that filled the soul, all turned into smoke and dispersed.
Including Ying Changtian's favorite smiling face.
Including the most glorious moments in Yingchangtian's life.
It also includes what he was planning at that moment and didn't have time to do...
It's all gone.
In fact, it was gone as early as seven years ago.
It's just that in the face of these cruel sculptures, he regretted for seven years, mourned for seven years, and went crazy for seven years.
Now, it's finally time to stop...
It's over.
Fengchuan pulled out his sword and spit out a big mouthful of blood.
The last glazed light disappeared from the sharpest tip of his sword.
It's almost dawn.
Ying Changtian's aging eyes looked at the first ray of dawn in the sky with incredible eyes.
It seems to be the first time to see the sunrise in seven years.
His eyes were finally shed tears by the sun. Facing the east, he fell straight down...
"Grandpa!" When Fengchuan rushed back, Ying Changtian's eyes were already closed. He hurriedly probed his nose with his hand - fortunately, there was still a breath, but it was very weak.
Where is Yaoling? How about Yaoling?
Two white light clusters swayed into her body. That soul has finally returned to its body--
Fengchuan breathed a sigh of relief. Now take them out of here as soon as possible - quickly!
Take them to see the doctor. One is an old man who is angry and hateful in his twilight years, and the other has just returned. This is not a joke!
"Oh, hehe~~Xiao Fengchuan, you seem to have forgotten yourself... I've been poisoned. I'm afraid no one in the world can save you..."
That annoying voice again! Dead woman!
"What on earth did you do to the owner? He was fine just now!"
"I...it's okay...no...is..."
Ying Changtian's voice was very weak. He opened his eyes, but he didn't look at Fengchuan. It is the rising sunshine of the empty sky, or the picture of memories in his own mind, which only he knows.
Look at this situation, it seems that it's going to hang up...
Is it true that he has run out of life?
Has he really had enough of seven years of loneliness?
Doesn't he...don't he want to see his son again?
"Grandpa, don't give up. Yaoling and I promised you to save your son!"
Fengchuan can't stand the old man's eyes at this moment.
In the past seven years, he has been guarded more than imprisoned.
The life and soul of the family are gone, but they stubbornly guarded their poisonous remains and refused to let go.
Smile at their eternally disappearing voice and appearance, lingering.
He has persisted like this for seven years.
Even if you persist like this, you can't extend your life expectancy. Can you see your son again?
"Tai... Ping..." The old man's eyes have been lax, "Tai... Ping... It's Dad... Dad is sorry for him..."
At the last moment of life, what will be the last thing left in Changtian's mind?
It is the back of the prince who stepped on the moon and left at night after reporting the news that night;
It was his two little sons who scrambled for the windmill. They left the windmill together and asked their father to rush to his arms;
Still, the green-haired and blue-eyed person no longer knows his indifferent expression...
"Grandpa, don't blame yourself! People like Yihong have to sacrifice the happiness of others to make herself stronger. Sooner or later, she will be punished!"
Fengchuan hurriedly looked for the elixir in the Yaoling package, and a bottle of elixir powder fell down and scattered under his calming fingers...
"Yihong, come out, and I'll fight with you again!" Hand over Ying Taiping! Hand it over!"
Fengchuan suddenly stopped moving.
The sun finally stepped on the ground where I slept all night. Although the glass is scattered, the floating color has not gone. Those poisonous beauties reflect the morning light, and the sun is all over the world.
There is no smell of a red poisonous woman here, and there is no such a dying old man.
Fengchuan slowly put down the tightly pinched medicine bottle.
Touch the old man's eyes looking at the sky with his hand.
He sat quietly, silent and motionless in the sun.
This battle... Hasn't it just begun? Why is it over?
This is completely different from what I imagined...
Damn, I have to complain about Yaoling again...
Shouldn't she fight with the poisonous girl for 300 rounds to force her to hand over Ying Taiping and let their father and son recognize each other?
But now--
The owner died.
If you die, it's over.
Dead.
If you die, it's over.
Fengchuan clenched his fist. I'm so unwilling.
The distant spirit next towoke up at this time.
The sun came out, but the world was not warm when she woke up.
Next to her was the body of an old man and a person with dim eyes.
"Fengchuan."
The distant spirit got up. In addition to the loneliness and unwillingness in his eyes, she also saw the turbulent red air on Fengchuan's skin.
is poison.
But he didn't seem to feel that he was deeply poisoned.
"Fengchuan! Let's go back quickly. Only Mr. Six can find a way to help you detoxify!"
"Good." Fengchuan still sat still, "I'm sorry, Yaoling... Grandpa is dead... We, our trial has failed..."
is making excuses again.
There was a pain in Yaoling's heart.
What he cares about now is not trial at all. It's the person he wants to protect who died, that's why he's sad...
"It's agreed that you should go quickly! If you don't detoxify, you will die!"
Yao Ling wants to pull Fengchuan up. Fengchuan's arms curled up, and bean-sized sweat appeared on his forehead--
What? So he can't move?
"Fengchuan, you have to hold on!" Yao Ling sacrificed two swords, "I will take you back with my sword!"
Fengchuan reluctantly smiled: "Yao Ling, I..."
"What else do you want to talk about? Don't worry, I know what you are worried about! In response to the corpse of the owner, Brother Chun will naturally send someone to bury him... The matter of responding to peace can also be discussed in the long way! Anyway, now you come with me first..."
"It's not that." Fengchuan tried his best to move up the cloud sword, "I want to say, thank you, Yaoyao."
What, what...
Thank you for what... Thank you for finding the destruction point of the Poison Palace? That's the amazing power of my soul. You have to be convinced!
Or thank you, I'm going to take your sword back now? Are you kidding? Do you think I will leave my companions as selfishly as you?
What's the name of Yaoyao... It's disgusting. This is revenge! In revenge, I called you Xiao Chuanchuan last time, right? Red Fruit's Revenge!
Yaoling's brain was chaotic for a while, and then blushed for a while. They didn't talk again until they flew up in the air.
Xiao Fengchuan's physical fitness is not bad, and he can be poisoned for so long.
No, no, I woke up in time to save him from the water and fire! In a word, the great meritorious official this time is me, and I haven't been robbed of any limelight by Xiao Fengchuan!
Yao Ling comforted himself in his mind.
She didn't need to comfort herself. Even if she is not in the limelight, she knows that no one can shake her protagonist status.
"You may not know... Although Yaoling's spiritual power is not as good as yours, I just found that her soul power is one in a million, which is really difficult to see. I guess, it's possible that she is one of the three souls that Lord Mo has been looking for for 50 years..."
The words of the poisonous woman are really interesting.
The distant spirit is likely to be a soul hunter.
The focus of the struggle between the demon world and the six princes.
The three worlds are the most dangerous. They are also dangerous and threatening to others.
In what form she exists, it will change the fate of the whole world...