"It will hurt."
Mo Xi suppressed his burning breath and stared into his eyes closely. He spat out two words.
"Bear with it."
Just as Mo Xi said, the lifting of the "Demon Summoning Curse" was extremely painful, as if thousands of thorns and thorns had to be pulled out from the other party's flesh.
At first, Gu Mang's head was stiff and he didn't utter a word. However, when Mo Xi was in the middle of the chanting, he gradually couldn't bear it anymore. His tense body softened under Mo Xi and he began to tremble and spasm. In the end, big drops of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and flowed into his hair.
His eyes were red from crying, but his mouth was still covered by Mo Xi's hand so he couldn't make a sound. Soon, his clothes were drenched in sweat. His eyes were unfocused and chaotic, reflecting Mo Xi's face.
In the blink of an eye, the reflection shattered and turned into tears at the corners of his red eyes.
Mo Xi almost had to use all his strength to hold him down and not let him go crazy.
It hurt. It really hurt. It penetrated his bones and entered his marrow …
When Mo Xi saw the way his eyelashes trembled, he couldn't bear it anymore. He couldn't help but slightly loosen the strength in his hand.
At this moment, Gu Mang suddenly broke free from Mo Xi's hand and turned his head away. He panted and cried crazily. His voice was hoarse and pitiful.
Unlike his sturdy physique, when this man cried, his voice was as weak as a spring leaf.
In fact, Gu Mang had cried like this before.
However, no one else knew about it. Only Mo Xie had seen it on the bed.
Mo Xi whispered, "… Bite me."
Gu Mang couldn't listen. He couldn't hear what Mo Xi was saying at all. Mo Xi took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He leaned over.
From this angle, based on Gu Mang's habit, he would bite his shoulder. He knew that.
Gu Mang's canine teeth were too sharp. He had bitten him so many times that the scars left behind did not disappear even after so many years. Perhaps they would never fade away in his lifetime.
Mo Xi said inwardly, "Go ahead and take the old spot."
Then, he hardened his heart and chanted the incantation.
Gu Mang's body jerked and tightened as he let out a hoarse "Ah!" … While he was on the verge of breaking down, he instinctively opened his mouth and bit Mo Xi's shoulder …
Drenched in sweat, he couldn't stop convulsing and trembling in Mo Xi's arms …
The closer it was to the end, the more painful it would be.
At this point, Gu Mang couldn't even bear to bite his shoulder anymore. He suddenly let go of his mouth and raised his head to gasp for breath. His face was covered in sweat, and his eyes were as wet as the deep sea in the storm.
"It hurts …"
He finally made a sound.
This was the first time since Mo Xi returned to the country that Gu Mang couldn't control his emotions and expressed himself in such a way.
"I … it hurts …"
Mo Que's heart tightened. That heart that had once been stabbed, that heart that was no longer the same as it used to be, throbbed violently behind his chest, stabbing with pain.
He looked into Gu Mang's eyes. Gu Mang was on the verge of breaking down and dissipating.
He suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to press against Gu Mang's cold and wet forehead, just like in the past, before anything irreversible had happened. To rub against his sweaty forehead and tell him, "It's okay, just undo the incantation. I'll be with you … I'll be with you …"
But when he lowered his face and was only inches away from Gu Mang's, he suddenly remembered that there was no turning back.
He remembered that the Murong Lian and the others were just a stone wall away. If he didn't undo Gu Mang's incantation as soon as possible, everything would become more and more difficult to deal with.
He suddenly became alert. He turned his face away, closed his eyes, and continued to chant the incantation.
The last point …
Only the last point …
Suddenly, he felt a pain in his neck. Gu Mang was so weak that he couldn't bite Mo Xi's shoulder anymore. He opened his mouth and longed to bite something softer.
He bit Mo Xi's neck.
Perhaps it was more accurate to say that he was not biting. He did not have much strength left. He was practically holding it in. Under his moist lips, only the sharpest of his canine teeth could still cause Mo Que some pain. The rest of his teeth were only left with the lightest touch.
"…"
The last siege in his heart collapsed. Mo Xi closed his eyes and thought, "Just this once … just this once." He didn't want to care if he was seen or what other people would think if they saw him. He didn't even want to care about what had happened between them in the past and what kind of deep hatred they had now.
He raised his hand and held the back of Gu Mang's head, letting Gu Mang bite him. He touched Gu Mang's hair and softly coaxed, "Okay, okay … it's all over … it's all over …"
The pain was gone.
If the past few years of enmity could be written off, and the gap between them could be passed like the pain, how good would that be?
He touched and comforted the trembling man in his arms. No one saw it, not even himself. He closed his eyes and gently kissed Gu Mang's hair.
If all the pain in the world could be passed.
How good would that be?
Gu Mang, who had broken the curse, fell into a deep sleep. Mo Xi got up and called the Bamboo Warrior over, letting it look after him. Then he turned Shuai Ran into a spiritual snake and stayed behind to guard. He went behind the stone wall to help the Murong Lian and Yue Chenqing end this fierce battle.
However, it seemed that they were almost done here and didn't need his help anymore.
Yue Chenqing's magic power was not strong. Every sentence of the Sword Destruction Curse needed to be recited 30 times. Every time it was recited, Li Qingqian's magic power would weaken. At this time, Yue Chenqing was about to finish reciting the last line of the curse. Li Qingqian was getting weaker and weaker against the Murong Lian.
"The sovereign's blood into the cauldron, the sovereign's bones into the sword body."
All of the incantations he chanted turned into white clouds that swirled around Li Qingsu.
"Three feet of water in the box, once the person in the dream."
Li Qingqian was quite a character. He had already been broken into pieces, but he was still pale and swaying as he fought against the Murong Lian. The Murong Lian became more and more relaxed as he fought. He knocked Li Qingqian to the ground again and again, then watched him climb up again and again with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and his clothes in a mess.
The Murong Lian sneered: "Why are you struggling like this? You've already lost, yet you're still so cheap. Do you want me to kick you? "
Li Qingqian didn't answer. He only laughed wildly. His lips opened and bright red blood flowed out. His eyes flashed with an inexplicable persistence and madness.
It was as if he had to live for something.
If he didn't achieve that goal, he couldn't disappear. He also couldn't watch as the Red Peony Sword was destroyed by Yue Chenqing.
The light in his eyes wasn't saying "My fate is up to me, not the heavens". Instead, it was saying "I can't fight against the heavens, but I must do what I have to do. Even if I lose, die, or turn into ashes, I won't accept my fate."
I won't accept it.
He laughed wildly. Once again, his cheeks were crushed by the Murong Lian's silk shoes. He struggled to climb up again and tried to approach Yue Chenqing.
"Hahaha, hahahaha — —"
"… Master Li."
Mo Xi's greeting made Li Qingqian, who was laughing wildly, suddenly tremble. He turned his red eyes and stared fiercely at Mo Xi. There was a strange and dazed expression on his face.
"After the battle of Maiden Weeping Mountain, you went into seclusion. What happened after that?"
Mo Xi was originally taking a gamble. But after asking this question, he was sure that he had hit Li Qingqian's weak point. Li Qingqian's eyes narrowed slightly. That crazy smile was also slowly twisting.
The Red Peony Sword, the inscriptions on the wall, the similar appearance of those kidnapped girls, and the ghost women in the cave wearing phoenix coronets and robes …
First, he hated the duckweed body. Second, he hated the lack of beauty. Third, he hated the fact that he and his husband were forever wrong.
All of this seemed to be related to a girl they didn't know about.
— — Why?
What happened at Maiden Weeping Mountain?
It turned the Master Li, who used to kill evil with a flick of his sleeves, into an unrecognizable evil spirit with resentment in his sword.
Mo Xi looked at him. "Who refined you into a sword? You came to Chong Hua … Who are you looking for?"
Li Qingqian wanted to laugh, but his Adam's apple moved. He let out a hoarse and funny voice. "Who is Master Li? I'm not! I'm not!! Li Qingqian, that idiot, died long ago!! He should have died long ago!! He lived for too long and didn't understand life. He fished for fame too much. That's why he hurt others and himself, and ended up in that state! He only has himself to blame! "
He spat it out fiercely.
"He deserves it!"
"…"
He shouted incoherently and ferociously.
"Who am I looking for?! I'm looking for those women! Hahaha! I'm here for revenge! I'm here to kill! I'm here to kill!! "
He shouted more and more fiercely, but his body began to emit fragmented light. As long as Yue Chenqing chanted the last sentence, he would be annihilated along with his secret.
Yue Chenqing chanted, "Heavenly weapons are like traveling backwards. Why not return to the mortal world?"
… …
The Red Peony Sword suddenly trembled. The sword emitted a weak green light.
Yue Chenqing suddenly opened his eyes.
The Murong Lian leaned against the stone pillar. At this moment, he also felt that something was wrong. "What's going on? What's wrong with this broken sword? "
Yue Chenqing had never encountered such a situation before. In his panic, he hurriedly repeated, "Heavenly weapons are like traveling backwards. Why not return to the red — — Ah!!"
The Red Peony Sword suddenly stopped trembling. Then, the black water that flowed out of it returned to the sword at an astonishing speed. Yue Chenqing hurriedly said, "Not good! It's going to break free!! "
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud explosion. His vision turned black. His body was thrown a few meters away by the explosion. He hit the stone wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yue Chenqing hurriedly looked up. In the center of the blood array, the Red Peony Sword flew up. It emitted a dazzling green light amidst the rolling black smoke. It illuminated the pale faces of Yue Chenqing and the Murong Lian.
The Murong Lian stood up with the help of the stone pillar. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is …"
Yue Chenqing cried out, "The Sword Destruction Curse has backfired. Its seal has been broken!! Big Brother Murong, hurry, hurry up and take it back!! "
Did Yue Chenqing still need to say it? The Murong Lian had already flown over and tried to take the sword back into his Qiankun Bag. However, because of Yue Chenqing's mistake in the last sentence of the curse, the Red Peony Sword had already broken free. At this moment, its power and resentment were both sharp and unstoppable. It suddenly exploded with a burst of sharp sword qi. The Murong Lian was heavily hit to the ground and then flew towards Li Qingqian.
The Murong Lian cursed loudly, "Yue Chenqing! You're a piece of trash!! "
Yue Chenqing felt wronged and said, "Didn't I already say that I'm a piece of trash?! You're the one who forced me to do it! "
"What's wrong with your last sentence?!" The Murong Lian was so angry that his nose was about to become crooked.
"It's not wrong!" Yue Chenqing said, "Heavenly weapons are like traveling backwards. Why not return to the red dust? How could I remember it wrong?! There must be something, there must be something I don't understand! Or maybe the blood formation was drawn incorrectly from the beginning. I … "
It was useless to say anything more. Li Qingqian held the Red Peony Sword in his hand. The sword spirit and the sword body had already merged into one!
A powerful beam of light erupted as Mo Chi roared, "Devouring Heaven Barrier!"
A golden light shot out from his palm and suddenly transformed into a giant whale that could devour the heavens. It whistled through the air and swept away all the rocks, enveloping everyone on his side in the golden light of the giant whale.
Outside the barrier created by the giant whale, Mo Xi, who had obtained the Unsealing Sword, was bursting with an astonishing amount of evil energy. He floated in the air, surrounded by green demonic sword qi. His sword qi smashed into the Devouring Heaven Barrier, creating a shocking amount of spiritual energy.
Li Qingqian lowered his head and looked at his palms. The scars on his arms were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. He brushed down his sleeves, and a somewhat sinister smile appeared on his pale face.
After a while, he turned his face. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the Yue Chenqing below.
"Young Master Yue's skills are not good enough." His face was still very ugly. The pain of his soul dissipating could not be reduced so easily. But whether it was comfortable or not was one thing. His strength had increased explosively.
"Thank you for your unintentional help."
The Murong Lian saw that the situation was getting out of hand, and that it was closely related to his fallen plum. He could not help but be flustered and exasperated. He turned to Mo Xi and said, "Why don't you fight? Can't you defeat this sword spirit?"
Mo Xi said angrily, "I'll fight him, and you'll open the barrier?"
"I — —" The Murong Lian choked, and then said, "Don't you still have Lv Ran? Let Lv Ran turn into a snake and take him down! "
"Lv Ran is guarding Gu Mang!"
The Murong Lian seemed to have grasped a great weakness. He did not forget to cause internal strife. "Good, you really …"
Mo Xi almost angrily interrupted, "If he goes berserk again, will you stop him?"
"You — —!"
"Big Brother Murong, it's useless." At this time, Yue Chenqing spoke. His small face was pale as he explained, "After the sword spirit and the sword spirit of this grade become one, he will be invincible within a hundred moves. Only a master craftsman can subdue him."
He was almost crying. "… I'm the one who caused this trouble …"
After this dangerous situation, Li Qingqian did not intend to continue entangling with them. He seemed to have decided that at this moment, he had to get rid of them as soon as possible and finish what he wanted to do. So he raised his hand, and a powerful sword spirit barrier fell down, separating Mo Xi and the others from him. Then he took the Hongshao Sword and flew out of the cave.
The Murong Lian said, "Go after him!"
Yue Chenqing cried, "It's useless to go after him. I just said that he is almost invincible now. Only the best craftsmen can …"
But he did not finish his sentence.
Suddenly, a dazzling white light attacked Li Qingqian's back! It was the Bamboo Warrior who soared into the air, ignoring Li Qingqian's barrier. With a somersault, he landed in front of Li Qingqian. With a swoosh, he unsheathed his long sword and placed it horizontally in front of Li Qingqian!
This time, not only was Li Qingqian shocked, even Yue Chenqing was stunned.
He just said that after the sword spirit fused, he would be invincible within a hundred moves. The only person who could break this invincible state could only be a master craftsman whose strength was comparable to his father's.
Who was the master craftsman?
The Bamboo Warrior?
This was too ridiculous!
Just as his mind was in a mess, he suddenly heard the buzzing sound of a sword behind him. Yue Chenqing turned around and saw a man in a fluttering white robe coming from the entrance of the cave.
The man was wearing a white robe that was light and graceful. The sleeves were inlaid with silver edges that were faintly shining. His long hair was tied up with a jade crown that reached the sky. The crown hairpin was decorated with a snow-white silk ribbon that was fluttering in the wind together with his robe sleeves.
His wide sleeves fluttered in the wind and his celestial aura was astonishing. He was originally an extremely handsome man, but he could not hide the majesty between his eyebrows. There was even a kind of apathetic coldness in his eyes. This made his simple elegance not gentle, but a kind of bone-piercing coldness and indifference.
The White Immortal Monarch controlled his sword and landed on the ground. He raised his beautiful face expressionlessly.
A pair of sharp eyebrows and majestic phoenix eyes. He coldly glanced at the situation in front of him and his gaze fell on the battered and exhausted Yue Chenqing. He coldly snorted. Then he waved his sleeves and a horsetail whisk appeared on his arm.
— — It was the "Chi" in the Chong Hua's "Greed, Anger, and Chi".
The master of the Bamboo Warrior, Murong Chuyi!
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