The Bloodsucking Scourge needed about an hour to absorb all the demonic energy in the city. During this period of time, it was surrounded by a demonic energy barrier and no one could get close to it.
Yue Chenqing led half of the guards to the War Spirit Mountain, while Gu Mang led the remaining half of the practitioners to guard the surging waves of the Darling River.
At this time, the sky was almost bright. Above the smoke-filled battlefield, the sky was turning white. Gu Mang turned his head to look at the Murong Lian and Mo Xi who were fighting with the State Preceptor in the distance. It seemed like he wanted to say something to them, but it also seemed like he was just looking at them longingly.
What should be said had been said. The enmity had been resolved and the misunderstanding had been cleared.
Only the rest of his life could not be obtained.
But how could there be so much perfection in life?
In the end, Gu Mang did not linger on anything. Perhaps it was because he had already rehearsed this kind of separation many times in his plan.
Others only thought that he was going to restrain the Bloodsucking Scourge, but only he knew what he was going to do.
He summoned the Golden Winged Snow Horse and straightened the Hero's Medal. His hood was bright red and his silk belt was blue and gold. He rode the horse and led his comrades to attack the Bloodsucking Scourge from behind.
There was a faint movement in the direction of the War Spirit Mountain. If one looked carefully, one could see the Chong Hua Army approaching the Burial Ground at the peak of the mountain.
Yue Chenqing was following his instructions to complete the task, and that was also the countdown to Gu Mang's own life …
When the first ray of golden light tore through the darkness and flowed out from the depths of the night, the Bloodsucking Scourge had absorbed the last strand of demonic energy in the Chong Hua City.
At the same time, there was a loud rumble at the peak of the War Spirit Mountain. The seven towering statues of the First Monarchs collapsed. Between the trees and rocks in the forest, there was an explosion of golden red light. The Bow of the Demon God broke through the ground!
Gu Mang knew that this was the sound of Yue Chenqing completing his task and successfully summoning the Bow of the Demon God.
This was the final battle.
He sensed the bloody stench of the final battle. Naturally, the Bloodsucking Scourge also smelled the danger. It roared and swallowed the demonic breath that entered its throat. It swallowed the thick demonic aura and stomped its feet on the ground. Finally, it soared into the sky and flew majestically towards the War Soul Mountain with its teeth bared.
At the peak of War Soul Mountain, thousands of arrows were waiting to be released. Under the command of Yue Chenqing, they were aimed at the vital parts of Bloodsucking Scourge.
However, Bloodsucking Scourge was flying too fast. It was impossible to aim at a height of seven feet below his chest. Yue Chenqing's expression changed slightly. Seeing that it was getting closer and closer, he couldn't help but gulp. He couldn't decide if he should immediately shoot.
At this moment, Gu Mang pulled out his saber and commanded sternly, "Cast the curse!"
At this moment, he was riding the Golden-Winged Snow Horse on top of the surging Darling River, shouting at the millions of lions behind him. His voice was transmitted by the Sound Amplification Spell, passing through the smoke of war and spreading throughout the desolate wilderness.
"Bind!"
"Yes!!"
Following his command, the cultivators gave a deafening response. Immediately after, golden spiritual chains shot out from each of their palms. Those slender chains gathered together to form an inescapable net. They flew behind the Bloodsucking Scourge and tightly bound its strong and sturdy limbs and neck.
The Bloodsucking Scourge was enraged and let out an even deeper roar. It bared its teeth and struggled angrily. With a single movement, thousands of golden chains broke.
"Bind again!!"
Countless golden rays shot out and pounced towards the Bloodsucking Scourge again.
Gu Mang stopped his warhorse in the clouds. The sun began to rise from the east, breaking out from the dark abyss. The sunlight in the sky began to be brighter and redder than the blood on the ground. Gu Mang's handsome face was shrouded by the rising sun, casting a layer of brilliant light and shadow on it.
When the cultivators used the curse to bind him for the second time, he raised his hand to form a seal and closed his eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, he suddenly saw Yue Chenqing on War Soul Mountain with the Bloodsucking Scourge's Eye of Cleansing. He saw the ruined King's City, the crying children, the helpless old people, and the cultivators who didn't retreat.
During the five years in the Burning Country, he had no choice but to hurt these people. At this moment, he opened his eyes and looked at them with the Bloodsucking Scourge's eyes.
He saw the despair that once made him unable to sleep peacefully and the hatred that made him feel guilty. But this time, he finally didn't have to hurt them anymore.
He could finally protect them.
He could protect the life, kindness, youth, and newness in this world. He was covered in scars and blood. He was willing to become mud, as long as they could bloom beautiful flowers on his blood.
"Come on." Gu Mang said silently in his heart.
He seemed to see another soul standing in front of his own soul, the soul that belonged to the Bloodsucking Scourge. It looked so ferocious and tall, looking up to the sky.
But he didn't feel the slightest fear or invincibility.
He walked towards it.
"Come on. You are me, and I am you."
He opened his arms to the Bloodsucking Scourge in this spiritual illusion, just like what Chen Tang did in his memory.
"It's all over."
The Bloodsucking Scourge was in pain because of Gu Mang's thought interference. It was tightly bound, roaring but couldn't break free.
On War Soul Mountain, Yue Chenqing saw this one and only chance.
He naturally didn't know how much damage the death of the Bloodsucking Scourge would cause to Gu Mang. He immediately raised his hand and ordered according to Gu Mang's previous order, "Release the arrows!"
With a swoosh, the arrows flew out.
When the Myriad Spirit Arrow hit the Bloodsucking Scourge's vital point, the sun had completely broken through the clouds. The dazzling golden light shone from behind the dark mountains, illuminating the earth.
The early morning should always be quiet and pure. Even the painful roars of the evil beast were diluted by the solemn rising dawn. It wasn't as terrifying as it was during the long night.
The people on the peak of War Soul Mountain watched, the people by the Darling River watched, and the people in Chong Hua City watched.
As if it was wrapped in sticky paint, the giant beast's movements were slow. It raised its head in the grand sunlight. Seven feet below its chest, the arrow was deeply embedded, and blood flowed down its fur.
It raised its head and suddenly roared at the top of its lungs. Its four claws broke free from the golden chains binding all the practitioners on the shore.
"Not good!"
"It's useless! It's going berserk! "
Gu Mang did not utter a word. He sat on the horse's back, hanging over the edge of the Darling River. He opened his eyes and looked at the world-shaking magic beast in the increasingly brilliant light.
Howling angrily, he rose to his feet.
Gu Mang looked at it quietly. He could feel a sharp pain, just like when he was on the verge of death when his spiritual power was dug out and injected into the power of the Black Demon when he was ordered to enter Scorch.
But this time, perhaps because he knew that his pain came from this magical beast, he didn't feel sad at all. Instead, he felt happy, relieved, and calm ….
However, there was still reluctance and guilt.
He had chosen a thorny path a long time ago and had never thought of turning back. This was also one of the reasons why he had never dared to promise Mo Xi a future. He had always felt that this was too unfair to Mo Xi. No one should be with a person who was ready to sacrifice herself at any time.
In Gu Mang's heart, all the flowers in the world were as important as his junior brother.
But in the end, after going around in circles, he still … couldn't have the best of both worlds.
Gu Mang turned his face to look at the Murong Lian and Mo Xi who were fighting with the State Preceptor in the distance. He carefully thought about the last conversation he had with Mo Xi, but he couldn't remember it.
He seemed to want to end it with the most gentle sentence, but when he saw Mo Xi's face, he couldn't help but say one more sentence, and another, and they were all trivial things.
Actually, who would really like to be a hero or a secret agent? Everyone wanted to have a place to stay, a few good friends, a lover, and laugh together over the romance in the book. They were worried that it would rain tomorrow and they wouldn't be able to dry their clothes. They were worried that the price of food in the East Market had risen again, and the newly bought rice and noodles were not as good as the first.
But when fortune came knocking on their door, someone had to leave.
No one wanted to leave, but someone had to do something. Because he had tasted the pain of not being able to get what he wanted, he understood the pain of parting with love, so he was gentle and didn't want others to experience it again.
But in the past, he was moved by the mundane world and had some concerns. He was one step behind, and in the end, he let down the love of his life.
"Mo Xi." Gu Mang quietly muttered to Mo Xi who was far away.
His soft lips and tongue seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know what to say. He and Mo Xi had known each other for so many years, experienced so many things together, and talked so much. They already understood many things in their hearts. So in the end, Gu Mang just muttered Mo Xi's name a few more times, until he heard the monk beside him shout in joy, "Look!"
"Look!! Bloodsucking Scourge, it's dying! "
Gu Mang turned his head and laughed.
I brought you home, I brought you ashore, not because this land is good, but because I have always believed that the good will replace the bad, and the new will replace the old, just like the night will pass, and the dawn will come sooner or later. There are always too many seeds and hopes in this world.
I hope that they can all bloom into flowers. Even if it's just a small … insignificant flower.
Bloodsucking Scourge struggled, and finally fell down — its life was fading away, turning into specks of light, flying towards the morning sky.
The crowd was dead silent, and then cheers erupted from the War Spirit Mountain, where there were more young people. Gu Mang wanted to laugh when he heard this. He knew that young people's lives were always full of tension and hope. They could discover victory and happiness earlier than an old heart like his.
He was also young once. In the past, he rode on horses with Lu Zhanxing, Mo Xi, and his brothers on the Separation Grassland.
At that time, the breeze was like the dust that could wash away a lifetime, brushing past his face.
Later, he left his brothers at Feng Ming Mountain. He saw Lu Zhanxing's head fall to the ground with his own eyes, and he personally stabbed a dagger into Mo Xi's heart. From the moment he killed the first innocent person, he was already old. Gu Mang from the Chong Hua was already old, and he was already dead.
In fact, he had always been very tired from struggling. He had long been broken into ashes, and it was his belief that allowed him to glue himself back together.
This time, the dead man had finally fulfilled his unfulfilled promise in the thirty-ninth battle.
"I'll bring you home."
Gu Mang softly muttered these few words amidst the cheers that erupted from the mountains and seas. He laughed like when he was young. He saw Bloodsucking Scourge fall and turn into specks of light, and he saw the mountains, suburbs, and cities full of people shouting and cheering enthusiastically. From the crowd, he saw Lu Zhanxing, the young Mo Xi, himself, and all the people who died at Feng Ming Mountain. Those insignificant names that no one remembered, and he never dared to forget.
Hundred thousand mountains and rivers, hundred thousand blood.
Today, I'll finally … bring you home.
I can finally … return to you all.
Gu Mang closed his eyes and fell from the back of the Golden Winged Snow Horse. The blue-gold silk ribbon fluttered in his hair, and he slowly relaxed. Amidst the endless cheers, he fell into the surging river.
So good.
It was as if he had never been defeated in his life, and he had returned triumphantly.
All the suffering had faded away …
With a splash, the surging river swallowed him in an instant. He sank, and his ears were filled with the rumbling sound of the water. He opened his blue eyes in the water and took one last look at the sky that was gradually fading away.
It was just like the stars they had seen when they were young beyond the Great Wall. Under the starry night sky, Lu Zhanxing was laughing loudly, and his brothers were drinking wine. The north wind was filled with the mellow fragrance of pear blossom. And Mo Xi was sitting quietly by the bonfire, listening to him talk about the picturesque landscape, and watching him being young and frivolous.
Those were the best days of his life.
"Gu Mang …!!!!"
While everyone was ecstatic over the destruction of the Blood Scourge, and no one was paying attention to Gu Mang's situation, a voice suddenly burst out and shouted for him.
Duck Stormy Waves. The cultivators first turned to Mo Quenching in shock, only to discover that Gu Mang's figure had already disappeared from the golden-winged Floating Snow Horse in their happiest moment.
Everyone was shocked, "Marshal Gu!!"
"What's going on!"
"What happened to Marshal Gu!"
"Quickly go and save him! Quickly go and save him!! "
In the midst of the chaos, the State Preceptor took the opportunity to play the zither and hurt Mo Xi, who was in a state of confusion. He was about to kill again, but was blocked by the Murong Lian. The Murong Lian knew that it was not a good idea to continue fighting with the State Preceptor. Just as he was about to go with Mo Xi to save Gu Mang from the river, he heard the State Preceptor laugh coldly.
"You? Can you save him? "
The Murong Lian's face turned pale, "What do you mean!?"
Mo Xi did not say a word. His whole body was trembling. He did not care and could no longer hear any sound. He only rushed towards the river where Gu Mang disappeared with red eyes. The Murong Lian could not stop him, and the State Preceptor did not stop him either. He went straight to the river bank.
The Murong Lian turned his head and asked the State Preceptor, "What do you mean!!"
"Ah, Gu Mang used the same technique as Chen Tang to defeat and seal the Blood Scourge," the State Preceptor said in a low voice. The Imperial Preceptor said in a low voice. Behind the mask, his eyes flickered with a dim light. "Chen Tang killed Bloodsucking Scourge, so he died as well. Gu Mang is the same today. "
The Murong Lian was furious, "Bullshit!"
The State Preceptor sneered, "If you don't believe me, you can go with Lord Xi He to look for him. By the way."
He suddenly retreated with his zither and stood on a steep rock. He said coldly, "Chen Tang's actions in the past made me fail to attack the city. After a hundred years, I will not let it happen again. So when I was refining the Blood Scourge, Qing Chen, I refined a new technique … "
The Murong Lian was startled and suddenly reacted, "What did you say?"
What little blood was left on his face had also faded.
"You attacked the city that year?!"
The State Preceptor smiled faintly, "Yes."
The Murong Lian's face was as white as paper, "So, you … you are …"
The State Preceptor took off his mask indifferently, revealing a handsome and deep face, but with a hint of evil. The Murong Lian was as if he was struck by lightning and suddenly retreated a few steps.
"You — you are actually —!"
The State Preceptor looked up and grinned, revealing his white teeth.
"Since it has come to this point, I don't want to hide anything anymore. The former King of Liao Country, Hua Po An, is right." He smiled, "I am."
“！！！”
The Murong Lian's throat was dry, and he could not say anything for a while. At this moment, he suddenly heard the cultivators on the shore of Duck River exclaim, "What happened?!"
"What is this?!!"
He abruptly turned around and saw a bubbling blood pool suddenly appear at the place where Bloodsucking Scourge had disappeared. The blood pool seemed to have a life of its own as it continued to expand outwards at a slow speed ….
Hua Po An glanced at the blood pool casually and tilted his head with a smile, saying, "What do you think? I learned the story of Chong Hua's sacrifice and added a new spell. Once the Blood Scourge is killed, its blood will turn into an expanding blood pool. Unless I give the order, it will continue to expand, swallowing the mountains, rivers, cities, and the living into the pool … If you don't surrender, I don't mind turning Chong Hua into a sea of blood."
He licked his lips and said in a soft and gloomy voice, "Anyway, 100 years have passed, and everything has changed. I don't have anything worth staying in Chong Hua. "
As he spoke, he casually threw the mask to the ground.
"I'll spare your life. Go back and tell the people of Chong Hua," Hua Po An said, "The blood pool will engulf the city of Chong Hua in ten days. I'll give you ten days to surrender or die. Make your choice. "
Then, he flicked his sleeves, and his lightness skill swept across the ground like a kite, disappearing into the depths of the Liao Country's garrison.
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