Chapter 43： Empathy

"Wang Weizhi, do your mother and me look alike?"

Lin Chuo finally couldn't hold back, and asked.

Wang Weizhi looked at her blankly for a long time.

Finally, reply to her: "Are you okay?"

Lin Chuo had already spared his life anyway, so he asked, "Like, or not!"

The corners of Wang Weizhi's mouth twitched for a while, and he suffocated a sentence: "I will follow my mother. Do you think you and me look like me?"

Lin Chuo: "..." That's really nothing like it.

Wang Weizhi gave birth to a pair of Danfeng with thin eyes, a very tall nose, and thin and red lips. They were kind of heroic and handsome.

Lin Chuo was born beautiful. This face was originally a standard vicious female face, so beautiful, even with a little fox charm. However, when it came from the heart, when Lin Yu didn't use his brains, he was a lazy fool. With her habitually dumbfounded eyes, there was a peculiar sweetness.

Compared with Wang Weizhi, his looks and temperament are totally different from each other.

Very good, not a stand-in.

Just as she breathed out imperceptibly, she suddenly heard Wei Liang's voice from the bottom of the Bibo Lake——

"Wang Weizhi."

Wang Wei's expression consciously shrank, and his back straightened.

A pair of Danfeng's eyes clearly raised doubts-as if he had said nothing wrong, right? Why was it named a big name?

Immediately, he realized that Wei Liang was calling him.

He glanced at Lin Chuo.

I saw that Lin Zhuo had climbed onto the back of the Doulong Flying Carpet.

Just before Wei Liang and Ji Yuan blood puppet started fighting, he deliberately used a frosty mist to wash Doulong all over his body. At this moment, it was clean and fluffy, and it also exuded a clear smell of ice and snow.

Lin Chu grabbed the particularly long mane on Doulong's neck, and gently pulled it back, Doulong lifted his limbs off the ground and jumped up.

Wang Wei was anxious to keep up with Yujian.

Suddenly, the world turned upside down.

I saw the blood puppet standing at the bottom of the muddy pool full of blood, stretching his arms, and the whole body turned from solid to semi-liquid, like a large pool of trembling blood.

Standing behind the blood puppet, Ji Yuan looked extremely focused, opened his mouth, and synchronised with the blood puppet to emit a very peculiar low-pitched trembling sound.

The surging pool of water seemed to be held up by a pair of invisible giant hands, neatly floating up to the sky without any leftovers. It's nothing more than turning over the river.

An unspeakable sense of shock hit their hearts, Wang Weizhi and Doulong hurriedly backed away, wiping the frightening **** edge, and swept down dangerously.

This situation is difficult to distinguish from top to bottom.

"This is...too strong!" Goose bumps appeared on Wang Weizhi's white cheeks.

"What's this, it's only strong when it's smashed down." Lin Zhuo said calmly.

Wang Weizhi: "...It sounds like you are not below."

The two men and the dragon had indeed dived under the water at this moment.

Wang Weizhi quickened his speed, and "噌" jumped to the front of Doulong and rushed towards Wei Liang.

This tens of thousands of miles of Bibotan has turned into a pool of muddy blood. After being lifted into the sky, the blood water blocked all the sunlight out, and a shadow that covered the sky and the sun shrouded it with a dull blood. Even the thundering thunder fell in the pool that day, and when it came in contact with the dirty blood in the pool, bursts of weird and strong nasty stench exploded.

Under the water, there was heavy snow with goose feathers.

The snow blade is like a knife, turning quickly. This is Wei Liang's "intention."

Ji Yuan's red robe was cut with countless holes, and even on his neck there was a shocking scratch, which seemed to have been cut.

Dark blood stained half of his body. However, Moxiu’s body toughness is far better than that of human cultivators. Ji Yuanxiu’s original technique is blood, so it’s not a serious injury. As long as he frees his hands and absorbs the blood back into his body through his body, he won’t What's the big deal.

The blood puppet has stopped moving. A line of blood was drawn from its skull, leading straight to the pool of dirty blood floating in the air. With one stroke, it stirred the water of the tens of thousands of waters and turned it into a spinning faster and faster. , An overwhelming whirlpool.

The blood line connecting the two kept surging, and the blood in the whirlpool grew deeper, heavier, and... ominous.

There is no way to escape under the hood of coercion.

"Sword Sovereign Sword Sovereign, at this time, are you still reluctant to draw your sword!" Ji Yuan laughed wildly, "In this world, there are people who are even more arrogant than Ji Yuan! I want to see. How do you stop me from falling from the sky!"

Although the words were full, it was the time when he least dared to relax. It will take a few breaths for the **** clouds to fall, and he has to prevent Wei Liang from using a powerful sword at the last moment. At this point in the battle, he dared not keep any more hands. In order to protect the blood puppet from half-point interference, his body has suffered a lot of injuries of varying severity, especially the area around his neck, which has been the heaviest in thousands of years.

Wei Liang's voice was as cold as before: "The blood puppet is not great, you are seeking your own death."

Ji Yuan naturally knew that the blood puppet was not successful. At this moment, the "Hundred Infant Blood Dropping" technique has just been cultivated to 70%. To achieve it, at least three hundred Yuan Ying monks' lives are needed. At this moment, I will tell him where to find it.

"It's more than enough to deal with a sword master who can't use a sword." Ji Yuan dragged his tone.

Wei Liang didn't move his sword, so he couldn't let go of it.

The last three breaths...Is Wei Liang really at a loss for "Blood Clouds"?

Although Ji Yuan knew that Sword Lord Wei Liang was not the kind of cunning and wise person, he was cautious by nature, and he did not dare to relax until the dust settled.

Yu Guang suddenly saw Wang Weizhi's imperial sword coming.

"Tsk tusk!" Ji Yuan laughed as he blocked Xuejuanfeng with phantom bleeding snakes and blood skeletons, "Why, I'm afraid that a person will be too lonely on the road, and I want to bring others to accompany you? This is not your style. My Lord Swordsman——"

The tails of the long eyes were shining with scarlet light, and in this dark and **** purgatory, it was very demon and evil.

As soon as the voice fell, Wang Weizhi arrived.

He took the sword backhand and jumped to Wei Liang's side neatly.

Hearing a "puff" sound, a pair of black boots plunged into the mud and blood on the bottom of the pool, and quickly fell to the knee.

Wang Weizhi: "..." Good pit.

Seeing these two people and one puppet standing upright at the bottom of the pool from a distance, he was not at all concerned. Who ever thought that these few are actually floating on the mud, they are really a bunch of scheming dogs!

He jumped up embarrassedly, his aura turned and he floated on the surface of mud and blood just like them.

Doulong's big flying carpet "pupu" smiled and landed lightly. The four pine pines stepped loosely on the floating blood, not touching the mud at all.

Wang Weizhi: "..." Why don't you let this beast go ahead?

Doulong turned his head the size of a millstone to him, and a syllable spouted out from his wet nose: "Chih."

At this moment, Ji Yuan's long hair scattered on his shoulders has begun to fly.

He couldn't avoid it, and Shengsheng used his body to catch a few Xueblades, and his scarlet lips opened and closed slightly: "Blood-mist-sky-drop!"

The mouth shape of the blood puppet was the same as his, and the blood mouth opened silently: "Blood-cloud-sky-drop."

The huge vortex of blood and water that hung in the air suddenly lost its restraint, and after a slight stagnation, it suddenly descended!

The **** and ominous meaning is already overwhelming. Although it will take a while for the terrifying giant vortex to descend to the ground, people in the pool can already feel the substantive coercion and sinking, which makes people rise from the bottom of their hearts. A strong sense of powerlessness. There is no way to escape from heaven and earth!

The corner of Ji Yuan's mouth finally showed a truly relaxed smile: "Sword Lord, see you in the next life."

Wei Liang did not move his eyes, and once again said quietly, "Wang Weizhi."

Wang Weizhi: "..."

Only then did he realize that Wei Liang was not calling him.

So he came down here to take care of the disaster with him?

Wei Liang took a step forward, staring coldly at the blood puppet with a slightly blurred facial features, and said again: "Wang, Wei, Zhi."

Wang Weizhi's heart shuddered, his scalp was numb, and his body was cold.

What do you mean? What does Wei Liang mean? He, why call this blood puppet Wang Weizhi? !

Wouldn't it be like a strange story in a storybook, that you are already dead? ! What the hell! What the hell? ! !

Lin Chuo sat on Doulong's hot back and watched the scene.

Her heart suddenly fell slightly, and there was some compassion in her eyes unconsciously.

Above, the huge shadow like the fall of a planet is getting closer and closer!

In two or three more breaths, the blood vortex that is madly spinning and stirring will shatter everything at the bottom of the pool!

Wei Liang stepped forward again, and the distance from the blood puppet was less than ten feet.

His voice was still calm and cold, without any waves: "Wang. Wei. Zhi."

Ji Yuan shrank behind the blood puppet and said with a weird smile: "Sword Lord Demon is stunned, don't call his wife when he is dead, but call a big man's name for what!

His voice was slightly empty, as if it came from an empty cavity.

At the moment, nobody cares about this detail.

In the wind and snow, Wei Liang raised his volume slightly and suddenly said, "Wang Weizhi!"

Wang Weizhi was about to cry: "..." I was about to have a shadow of my name.

Between heaven and earth, there was a sudden stagnation.

I saw that the mouth shape of the blood puppet changed slightly, no longer repeating "blood panting from the sky", but following the same step, like Wei Liang, silently said——

Wang... Wei... of...

The blood-coagulated eyebrows suddenly became loose.

Wang... Wei... of...

Mouth shape continues to change-

Wang Weizhi...you...ran, you...ran...

The facial lines of the blood puppet gradually changed, and the facial features disappeared, turning into a soft flat.

Only one mouth shape remained, and continued to mutter silently——

You Ran...

Suddenly, Wang Weizhi seemed to be struck by lightning, gradually stiffening from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

It was as if the mud on his feet and knees had begun to solidify, sealing him up.

His lips were white and his voice trembled: "...Mother?"

The blood puppet suddenly raised his right hand and held his heart.

The wind has been blown away in all directions.

The huge blood vortex that ruins the sky and the earth is less than ten feet from the bottom of the pool!

The blood puppet’s face suddenly appeared in extreme pain, a **** mouth desperately widened, full of unspeakable anger and pain, and finally turned into a silent and tragic roar——

"..."

The blood mouth trembled frantically, and the whole half-coagulated blood body began to shake.

It raised its head again and roared silently: "——"

The giant vortex that could destroy everything suddenly went into chaos.

On the **** face of the blood puppet, the look became more and more crazy, it tore the blood mouth time and time again, almost split in half from face to chest. This huge mouth kept roaring at the swooping blood vortex--

"..."

"..."

"..."

The violent and unparalleled hostility seems to be able to pass through this blood vortex that can block the thunder tribulation, straight into the sky.

This is the blood vortex that it stirred up, and under its crazy backlash, it quickly collapsed.

The blood puppet also scattered into a pool of blood after the last silent roar. Until then, several people noticed that Jiyuan, hidden behind the blood puppet, had already escaped and disappeared.

Wang Weizhi has completely froze.

He stared at the blood puppet's hand that was melted into the blood on the bottom of the pool, unable to say a word.

"Boom-wow -"

Like a solid iron, the dark blood vortex was about to be strangled and burst into pieces.

The rain of purple and black blood spilt down!

Although extremely dirty, there is no longer any murderous intention.

A warm palm fell gently on Lin Chuo's shoulder.

Wei Liang embraced her with one hand and opened a huge black umbrella with the other.

The blood rained all over the sky, and it happened to fall.

Under the **** umbrella, a small world was held up, stopping the first wave of splashing blood.

There was the sound of rain falling from the umbrella surface, and the large and small depressions appeared one after another on the black umbrella, as if dancing.

A thin spring of blood soon condensed on the umbrella bones, which slipped down one by one, like a curtain, covering the **** wind outside.

Under the black umbrella, Wei Liang's eyebrows were gentle.

Lin Chuo's eyes fell on the big umbrella holding hand. The hand is slender and beautiful, with distinct knuckles, full of power.

She suddenly had an illusion that the hands in front of her could support the sky and the ground.

Doulong did not dare to disturb his master, but stared at the poor fellow Wang Weizhi in a daze.

He stood in the heavy rain and was poured thoroughly.

Doulong felt that he should have wet his underwear. Although it is usually not used to seeing this naive guy with nostrils on his forehead, at this moment, it can feel that this guy is very pitiful, very pitiful, so pitiful that it can't even raise the interest of bullying him a little bit.

This torrential rain is melted by blood in the pool, and it will not stop until it fills up the entire Bibotan.

Holding the umbrella, Wei Liang walked up the basin-shaped pool without hesitation.

At his gesture, Doulong held Wang Weizhi's corner of his clothes, dragged him like a puppet, and followed Wei Liang closely.

It doesn't mind a shower of blood.

It usually likes to tear its prey and stain its fur with their blood, but unfortunately the owner doesn't like it, it can only hold back its floating dog heart all year round. This time it was an open holiday. It was happily, and for a while, it arched Wang Weizhi's back with its tail, and then rubbed his hand with his back, while comforting the poor baby, while it rained in a tricky way.

The rain of blood came down, and the endless curtain seemed to turn into a huge curtain. On the curtain, scenes of love and hatred began to be staged.

Lin Chuo turned around in surprise.

"What are you looking at?" Wei Liang asked in a deep voice.

"The grievance of the dead," Lin Chu murmured.

Probably because she absorbed a lot of grievances from the dead in the underground tomb of Wu's family, she was able to "see" many things that others could not see.

The rain curtain that rushed down quickly, like the kind of still images that dangled in front of her eyes, formed countless story fragments before her eyes.

She saw that after the demons had captured this small city of Lintan and began to massacre, there was resentment You Jijiao flew past with a smile, injecting purple and black into every dying body that was about to die. Demon blood.

The dying person immediately became extremely painful, opened his mouth and vomited purple-black blood, and his body gradually melted, leaving only a dry bone.

The blood, winding down one by one, gathered in the Bibotan, and gradually dyed it into a dark blood.

Numerous Yuan Ying monks were **** and hung above the pool water.

Ji Yuan used a special method to corrode their dantian. Gradually, large holes appeared in their bodies. They watched their own cultivation base and blood essence turned into dirty blood, flowing towards the pool of blood. This process was extremely painful. They convulsed and screamed, and they pulled their jaws off.

Like a silent movie, there is an unspeakable horror.

Lin Chiu watched the scenes, and the anger in his heart far outweighed the disgusting and uncomfortable.

She didn't know when she summoned the Liuli Sword. The hand holding the hilt became tighter and tighter, and she said in her heart, ‘Senior Wu Meng Xia, I have found the instigator, the source of disaster. Please rest assured, I will work hard to practice, cut off evil and eliminate evil, and will never let Jiyuan do harm to the world again! ’

At this moment, she finally understood.

People are not born to be heroes. It's just that some things, once they get into your eyes, they will take root in your heart and can no longer be ignored.

The rain is getting worse.

A puddle of blood has been accumulated at the bottom of the pool, and the bitter wind and rain are even worse. The sound of rain and rain gradually invades everyone's mind. People within the scope of this rain curtain are strangely sympathetic with the dead souls who resent the most!

Lin Chiu seemed to float in the air. She knew that she had entered a state of empathy, and what had happened here would reappear before her eyes.

The sound of wind and rain disappeared, and there was a blue sky above my head, and the sun was shining warmly on the green bead-like pool water below.

The sin under the sun is even more shocking.

A man with a stubble face was firmly bound with his hands and pushed to the middle of the wooden bridge.

"Nine nephew." Wang Minglang, the head of the Wang clan, with a majestic face, said to the stubborn man, "have you thought about it? Where is the key, say!"

The stubborn man replied: "The Xuanmen key has been passed down from generation to generation. In each generation, the custodian of the previous generation selects the pure-minded descendants of the clan to be the successor custodian. The old paternal master handed it over to me. , I like Wang Yangyan's terrible temper that the nine cows can't get back! Want the key? Instead of forcing me, it's better to go back and teach your children and grandchildren!"

Wang Yangyan. It was Wang Weizhi's biological father, Wang Yangyan.

Patriarch Wang Minglang hadn't spoken yet, and Wang Mingzhu, the imperial-dressed woman next to him, laughed out first: "Yes, that's why the nine nephews have been so obsessed with each other. They have been with a demon woman for so many years! What a bad temper!"

Wang Yangyan squinted a pair of haggard eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Did you take Yinyue away?"

The palace girl Wang Mingzhu said with a smile: "Yes, thanks to Liu Dajianxian, who returned to the clan of Wan Jian. Otherwise, it would be really difficult to catch Huang Yinyue, the little maidservant. I said Nine Nephew, anyway, the secret key came in. Go, isn’t it just being kept by someone in the family? Why are you so stubborn and refuse to let it out?"

Wang Yangyan took a deep breath and said, "If you don't have a key, you'll kill one. If you want to kill me, kill me, let Yinyue go!"

Wang Mingzhu almost laughed, and the slender jade finger poked Wang Yangyan’s forehead and said: "Nine nephew, you have been with the demons for a long time, have your heads broken too? How can we kill our family! To kill, It's also killing outsiders."

She blinked at Patriarch Wang Minglang.

Wang Minglang's tone was solemn: "Nine nephew, I will ask you one last time, where is the key."

Wang Yangyan pursed his lips and said nothing, with blue veins jumping up and down on his forehead.

Wang Minglang waited for a while, exhausted his patience, waved his hand lightly, and motioned to the people behind Wang Yangyan to push him to the edge of the wooden bridge, pressing his head and looking down.

I saw a person calmly at the bottom of the clear pool.

She was tied into a zongzi and stood upright under the pool water. She loosened a bun behind her head and fluttered gently under the water.

Wang Yangyan recognized his wife Huang Yinyue at a glance. She seemed to feel his gaze, struggling to look up. Across a pool of swaying clear water, the couple met their sights.

With a cultivation base like theirs, they won't drown in the water. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Wang Mingzhu jumping into the pool with a smile.

She sank behind Huang Yinyue, picked up a sledgehammer that was inserted diagonally at the bottom of the lake, and gently swung it behind Huang Yinyue.

Wang Yangyan gasped, and a brutal scene was reflected in his pupils-the hammer in Wang Mingzhu's hand suddenly hit the back of Huang Yinyue's head heavily.

She saw her head leaning forward, and immediately, a straight blood arrow shot out from her mouth, and it was shocking in the blue water!

"No—" Wang Yangyan's eyes protruded and he roared like a beast.

Wang Mingzhu swiftly swung around under the water, squeezed the hammer around her body, again from bottom to top, hitting the back of Huang Yinyue's head.

Wang Yangyan's legs softened and he knelt by the wooden bridge: "No-stop! You kill me! Don't move her! Don't move her!"

Another blood arrow burst out of Huang Yinyue's mouth, and soon dispersed in a pool of clear water.

She couldn't lift her head anymore, her head drooping slightly. There was gold and iron on her feet, and her body was still standing softly on the bottom of the pool, and a string of small **** blisters emerged from under the scattered long hair.

Lin Chuo's chest was sour and swelling. At this moment, she could clearly feel all the pain that Wang Yangyan was suffering.

My heart seemed to have a knife stuck in it, and a fire was burning. This kind of suffering is comparable to the burning of demonic blood!

Wang Mingzhu dropped the hammer and swept out of the water.

Wang Yangyan stared at her with blood burning in his eyes.

She chuckled and said, "Not dead yet."

The hatred in his eyes was unabated.

Wang Mingzhu hummed softly: "What you hate me for is not my business alone. Everyone has a share in killing demons and slaying demons!"

Another person jumped into the pool, fell behind Huang Yinyue, and lifted the hammer.

Wang Yangyan almost collapsed: "Kill me! Kill me! Please kill me! Let her go!"

Patriarch Wang Minglang raised his hand, and the man below stopped moving.

"I don't want to say that." Wang Minglang shook his head and laughed. "Actually, I have already guessed that the key is under the little laurel tree behind Youran's house, isn't it?"

Wang Yangyan was stiff.

Wang Minglang tilted his head and said, "Mingzhu, take his blood, go under the little osmanthus tree, and open the universe."

Wang Mingzhu smiled, walked forward, pierced the tip of Wang Yangyan's left ring finger, took blood, and walked away with a sword. They had already guessed the key, but Wang Yangyan's temper was too stubborn. If he didn't break his mind with a little trick, I'm afraid he would rather blew himself up than let them take his blood.

At this moment, he must have lost the courage to burn the jade and stone.

Wang Yangyan's eyes were slumped, he paused on the wooden bridge, staring at the motionless head underwater.

That is his wife, his son's mother. For that promise, he watched her suffer like this...I don't know if she can understand him or resent him...

I don't know how long it took, the blood-stained hair dangled slightly, and she lifted her head with difficulty, as if she wanted to look up at him.

Wang Mingzhu quickly took the key and returned.

She smiled at Patriarch Wang Minglang and said: "Brother Yingming, the key has been obtained, I will hide it in a place no one knows!"

Wang Minglang nodded, walked to the side anxiously, and respectfully bowed to the man in brocade robe who was standing by the side with his hands holding hands and watching the show.

This person is Wang Chuanen, the ancestor of the Wang family.

"Ancestor, the key has been obtained."

"Okay," Wang Chuanen said quietly, "you will keep the key, and I will pick it up when I need it."

His gaze swept across the pool, with a mocking tone, "If it's me who is in charge, I don't think which junior dares to be involved with the demon!"

After all, Wang Chuanen walked away.

Patriarch Wang Minglang took a bite to eat, his face turned pale, he raised his hand and waved heavily!

I saw everyone standing on the bridge rushing into the water.

Wang Yangyan's eyes are about to split: "The key is already in hand, what else are you doing?!"

Wang Minglang sneered: "The juniors learn badly, these elders cannot be blamed. Today, I am teaching you how to change your mind and be a new man!"

He condensed his breath again and shouted into the water: "Monster! Today you should know what you are! It's in vain that you have worked hard to seduce my Wang family's children and have children for him, but you are in his heart. , It’s not as good as a key! Today’s disaster is your own responsibility! No one can blame it!"

The hammer kept rotating in everyone's hands.

Huang Yinyue's body was like a dangling seaweed, weak and helpless.

At the back, it was no longer clear which side of Huang Yinyue was the face and which was behind his head.

The demons are not easy to die. Wang Yangyan was stepped on by the owner of the family and knelt by the wooden bridge, screaming at himself as a dumb vomiting blood.

Huang Yinyue was underwater and could not make any sound.

In broad daylight, people occasionally pass by on the wooden bridge. The blue waters are soft and the waves are calm, and the wind is brisk. No one noticed what the two people standing and kneeling by the bridge were looking at. No one can guess what terrible things are happening under this blue wave.

The illusion gradually disappeared.

Lin Chuo was cold all over, his hands and feet trembling.

Although she and Wang Yangyan and his wife have no intersection, but the empathy is too deep at the moment, as if drowning, and can't breathe. Wang Yangyan's emotions deeply affected her. She followed him and experienced the heart-piercing pain and felt the same.

With a mouth, it was hoarse and painful: "Ah—"

A big hand gently stroked her back, and the man's deep comfort sounded in her ears: "It's okay, it's okay, these people have been killed by me."

He took her into his arms with one hand, and gently kissed the top of her hair. He didn't know how to coax his little wife, and said, "Don't be sad--how about I catch Wang Chuanen and kill you?"

Just listening to this tone makes people mistakenly think that "Wang Chuanen" is a treasure.

Lin Chiu raised his eyes in a daze.

I saw that the rain of blood in the sky had begun to stop, the sky was faintly focused, and Wei Liang under the black umbrella looked like a painting in the gradually lit sky.

She was stunned, staring at him through the mist of tears in her eyes.

Not far away, a beast-like roar suddenly erupted: "Kill ah ah ah -"

Wang Weizhi.

The author has something to say: ps: Huang Yinyue and Juu Chiu have no relationship between the past and the present. The empathy picture is what happened in Bibotan two or three years ago.