Chapter 195 - Deep Sea

"Wait for me. I'll follow you."

Mo Xi finished this sentence, the practitioners on the distant battlefield suddenly heard a deafening scream, and then the sky fell apart. Suddenly, a huge whale emerged from the corner tower of the Imperial City, which covered the clouds and blocked the sun. The whale roared and howled, and the spirit was more concrete and massive than ever before.

"This is..."

Tuntian, which was completely released by Mo Xi, is no longer a martial weapon. It gradually gathered into a real body in the magnificent clouds. It was gorgeous and boundless. Between the air, the whole city was raining, the golden light was shining, and the arched bridge passed through the sun.

"Holy immortal beast?"

Hua Poan's color suddenly changed. "When did Chonghua refine this kind of spiritual beast!"

Jiang Fuli was seriously injured, but still gritted his teeth and handed him a sword. He said to him, "I'm afraid it was a long time ago. Hua Poan, it's you who always underestimates people's hearts."

"... People's hearts?" Hua Poan sneered, and his face was covered with a shadow of madness, "I have been a slave, a monarch, a Guoshi! All my life I changed my identity, tasted all kinds of tastes, and saw the injustice of the world! What is the human heart? It's just a layer of gold powder on an animal's heart. It's despicable!"

He narrowed his eyes. "People's hearts are always the same as beasts. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. Because of the loss of my ancestors, their descendants have been slaves for hundreds of years. So I spent my life the dark believing in fighting and blood! I've never looked down on people's hearts, but you! Palace master, it is you who think too much of people's hearts! You think highly of these people!"

He brushed Jiang Fuli's chest with one hand. He wanted to hit the heart, but he turned his finger and hit Jiang Fuli on the shoulder.

Seeing Jiang Fuli unable to support him on the battlefield, Su Yurou couldn't help but cry out, "Fuli...!"

Hua Poan's face was fierce and cold, and his eyes flashed like a bloody ocean. "Shut up, you bitch! It was you who secretly got him to betray me. I have not settled this account with you!"

Su Yurou said sadly, "Lord, please let him go I took him to escape. I wiped his memory. He didn't remember anything… But he still remembered the water breaking sword manual that he gave you… In five years, a sword changes in spring and autumn. And in ten years, a sword goes against the vicissitudes of life. This sword can cut off the water, but it is hard to break the heart of the king in life… It's not that he betrayed you, it's me..."

Hua Poan looked to move, and seemed to hesitate.

Su Yurou was anxious for Jiang Fuli, and hesitated to see Hua Poan. Then she said, "He… He always remembered you from the bottom of his heart. Please don't hurt him… Please..."

"You don't have to ask him," Jiang Fuli said in a sharp voice.

"..."

Jiang Fuli couldn't bear the internal injury at this time, and suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. He swept back several feet, leaned on the ground with his sword, looked up and gasped, "Hua Poan. Listen up. I really am… I can still remember the intermittent past, but that is because I am very tired of you, hate you! I remember you just because I hate you! I hate you to the bone."

Hua Poan narrowed his eyes and stared at him in silence.

If one take a close look at the eyes of Hua Poan at this time, there was actually a trace of panic flashing in the madness and cruelty.

Jiang Fuli took a breath, and then said, "In this life, whether it is Jiang Fuli or Palace Master Chen Tang, there is only one word left for you in the end."

That kind of panic suddenly flashed on Hua Poan's face. The leopard changed and, angrily he cried, "Stop!"

He vaguely knew what Jiang Fuli would say. That sentence was not said when Chen Tang's soul was scattered a hundred years ago, and he often heard it in the depths of nightmares during the ups and downs of these hundreds of years.

The dangerous storm in the city of his heart has been raging for hundreds of years. Today, it seemed that the thunder would destroy the city.

Jiang Fuli looked at him in the rustling wind. His eyes both belonged to Jiang Fuli's own indifference, but also belonged to Chen Tang's sorrow.

Hua Poan stood on the steep ground, and his hair stood on end. He almost snapped, "Shut up! Shut up!!"

Jiang Fuli's lips and teeth collided, and his words of eternal farewell, which had been stopped for a hundred years, were finally spoken on this day, in the repetition of the old things.

"I'm sick of Poan."

Hua Poan suddenly pursed his lips, and her expression was twisted and strange, as if he wanted to laugh freely, or as if he had touched a scar that had not been healed for a hundred years. His face suddenly turned pale.

His pupils contracted and he stared at him strangely.

Seeing this, Su Yurou couldn't help but say, "Fuli, don't say it again!"

Jiang Fuli didn't listen to Su Yurou's words. He then said, "In that year, Chen Tang redeemed you from your slave status and accepted you as a disciple. He gave you the name of Hua Poan. At this moment, I will take back the name for him…"

"From this moment on, you can be the Guosi, the Lord, the immortal devil of

Liaoguo. You can be everything you want. But You can't be Hua any more."

"There is no disciple like you in the Chen Tang clan."

Hua Poan's vision was blood blood. In his eyes were scarlet spider silk. He gnashed teeth and roared lowly, "Shizun...!"

Jiang Fuli said, "I can't stand it."

"..." Hua Poan fingers clenched and he clucked, "Chen Tang! Do you really want to push me to this point!?"

Jiang Fuli said, "I'm not Chen Tang, I'm just a living dead person you dragged back from the underworld. You're not Hua Poan. You're just one of his mistakes when he was in the school." He paused, his white teeth trembling slightly, but the words clearly express the words - "A vicious dog."

After he finished this sentence, Hua Poan burst suddenly, as if he had been violently whipped by an invisible tanning whip. A trace of pain flashed on his face, which had always been poisonous.

After a long time, he suddenly looked up with a long smile. He was crazy and said, "Good - good good!"

After three goods, suddenly furious, just about to strike again, the giant whale that stirred the wind and clouds above Mo Xi's corner tower suddenly pitched into the sky. Amidst the exclaims of everyone, an abundant dazzling bright resplendent light burst out. The whale Tuntian touched the sun and then it rushed into the torrential waves of the blood demon pool!

"Holy beast! It's really an immortal!!"

"Mo Shuai can summon the holy immortal beast!"

Hua Poan at this time had been nearly violent, moved from fierce to the extreme, his orientation toward Jiang Fuli. The crowd yelled like this, but he didn't care. He said, "So what if you can summon the immortal beast? If it is called in, it can only take care of the imperial city of Chonghua, and you will not be able to -- "

Not for the sake of a country that no longer had his lover.

He would not die for the sake of this Kyushu, which was full of intrigue and intrigue.

No, he not would die for the country that once accused his lover of being a

traitor.

But before words had been said, over there Mo Xi had detonated the light of the holy immortal beast's eyes, casting it towards the vast sea of blood!

The ground made one "bang" sound, the momentum sweeping, making the whole world shake!

The soldiers of the northern frontier army couldn't help but cry out, "Xihe Jun!!"

"Mo Shuai!"

For a time, Hua Poan was in a big shock. Unexpectedly he couldn't believe own eyes.

Crazy?!

Is this man crazy?! Why have you gone through so many sufferings, lost all your loved ones and been treated with so much fate, but still take this road to fulfill others?!!

What do you get? What is it for?

This man… Is there no hatred, no privacy, no desire?!

Why did you make such a choice!?!!

A moment passed between, and Jiang Fuli already saw the opportunity, a sword to cut! Startled, Hua Poan dodged a beat too slowly, and brushed the ground. Cutting the shoulder, the blood spattered! Hua Poan murmured and retreated backward. When he looked down, he saw a deep and ferocious bloodstain on his shoulder, showing the white bones under the flesh and blood.

Jiang Fuli wielded his sword, and in the wind of the decisive battle, he looked at Hua Poan, the demon who had not died for a hundred years.

He said in a low voice, with his bleeding lips opening and closing, "You don't know, do you? You'll never understand. But..."

He stopped, raising his hand an inch to wipe the light sword in the vigorously rising wind finally toward Hua Poan. Jiang Fuli said one word at a time, "A hundred years ago, why did you lose outside Chonghua city? Today, it's still the same. It is not only Chen Tang who will stop your ambition, but also the people who are willing to protect the country with their flesh and blood… Chen Tang is not the only one who has ever been a hero!"

The sea boiled a landslide fell, repelling the eight poles— suddenly, he attacked Hua Poan secretly!

And at the same time, the turret that was covered with blood splashed, under the protection of Tuntian, Mo Xi into the red river blood sea.

"Pharmacist Jiang!"

"Mo Shuai!"

The battlefield was full of exclamations.

However, Mo Xi could no longer hear them. He had thrown himself into the sea of blood. It was a wonderful thing. It was the last moment of his life, but he felt that everything suddenly became so calm and peaceful.

Fortunately, in the sea of scarlet, full of blood, he soon saw the bottom of the settlement of the blood demon beast's heart.

He knew that as long as he destroyed the heart, it would all be over.

The sea of blood would become a clear lake, and Hua Poan would lose his strength and become a mortal that could be killed.

Just him——

The words of the reversal stone guarding the gods seem to be in his ears. "Kyushu will be protected, but you will die with the blood demon beast, and you will never be reincarnated."

Mo Xi smiled lightly. No more hesitation. He reached out his hand and touched the heart of the leaping blood demon beast.

Gu Mang was integrated into the blood demon beast, and he was a fairy.

But after all, they all came with the same goal.

Mo Xi slowly fell to the bottom of the blood pool. He whispered to the heart,

"This is the way I finally choose, Gu Mang. Wait for me to accompany you."

His hands were shining.

The spiritual power of Tuntian and the spiritual power of Jingchen collided at this moment, but they were not as fierce as expected. Maybe it was because the two hosts connected with the spirit beast were so intertwined. Although the

deep sea of blood was rough and the sea was furiously storming, Mo Xi could not feel any pain.

He just felt his eyes became more and more blurred, and his body become lighter and lighter, like a belated relief.

Around him, the blood gradually faded into a clear river. With the destruction of the heart of the blood demon beast, the clear river water expanded like ink stains on paper.

Slowly, the sea of blood was no longer.

Devouring the scarlet of Kyushu, it became the water that moistens the fertile

soil.

He suddenly choked out blood. His spiritual power dissipated, the river poured back, and he gradually couldn't breathe. He looked up and knew that this was the end of his fate. The reversal stone gave him two choices. Once he died, he chose the latter.

Gu Mang and the blood demon beast melted the soul, and still could burn out the bright life.

He was not only a man who blended with the immortal beast, but also… How could he lose to his Gu Mang Gege…

He began to smile with relief. At this time, the sky light fell through the water, as if countless golden raindrops were falling around him. The light was more and more brilliant, as if a golden rain had fallen between heaven and earth.

The rain was light, the drizzle was misty. Everything had become so peaceful at this moment.

And in the depth of this gentle curtain of rain, Mo Xi suddenly saw a figure slowly appear.

Mo Xi was stunned.

The man, whose shoes were beautiful with flying blue and gold scarves. When he came near, he could see his young face with a brilliant smile. His eyes were black and his body was undamaged. He came to him with a smile from the deepest part of the lake and river.

Gu Mang…

Originally, Mo Xi thought that he would not feel the pain again of nostalgia again, but at this moment, he suddenly choked.

It was Gu Mang?

However, it seemed that Gu Mang didn't come from the bottom of the lake. It was like the Gu Shixiong who approached him at the campfire and extended his hand to the lonely man when they met again in the battlefield for the first time more than ten years ago.

Mo Xi's eyes were red, and he said, "Shixiong..."

Is that you?

Is it your ghost, your soul, or an illusion as I die?

No one answered him. Just like many years ago, as they did when they were still young, Gu Mang walked up to him all the way, spread out his hand, handed it to him, and said gently to his lover who was sinking in the water:

"Mo Xi, we're home."

The war is over. It's over.

Let's go home.

We're home.