"Oh," Sheng Lingyuan stretched out his hand and gently brushed it, and the blood stains all over his body slid down like dust. He was like a porcelain man who was so smooth that he could not touch water. His exposed skin was dazzlingly white, "Just by chance, I'll go and take a look."

Xuan Ji's mind was blank, but he suddenly realized that he could no longer approach Sheng Lingyuan within three feet. After touching the wall several times, Xuan Ji was aroused and rushed towards Sheng Lingyuan with all his strength, and was bounced away by an invisible barrier. He took a few steps back and fell under the osmanthus tree in the Sword Furnace Palace courtyard. A branch passed through him and fell to the ground. Xuan Ji looked up in shock and saw that the osmanthus that had just bloomed had died after passing Sheng Lingyuan.

What did this bastard Sheng Lingyuan do?

Dan Li was imprisoned in the Heavenly Prison. Everyone thought he was seized from power and placed under house arrest. It can be seen that the imagination of the human race has been limited since ancient times - Dan Li was nailed into the blood pool by the Human Emperor, and has been withered for more than a year.

He was stripped of his mask and showed a terrible face - only his eyes were still intact on his face, and the lower half of his face was marked by the fire. For a whole year, his flesh and blood had almost been dried up, and a loose human skin was perfunctorily wrapped in bones, like a terrifying hunger.

This was the first time Xuan Ji saw Dan Li after his death. When he was crushed to pieces, his relationship with Dan Li's master and disciple was broken. Later, he probably knew that the two of them had fought to the death. Dan Li had a move and was locked up, so he didn't care too much. Xuan Ji felt that with his intelligence level, he was not worthy of worrying about the power struggle between these big men. Looking at Sheng Lingyuan who was getting more and more deviant every day was enough to make him feel bad.

He never expected that "locking up" was not house arrest... or even ordinary imprisonment.

As soon as he entered the prison, Xuan Ji was so angry that he was soaking in the sky that he was soaring to the sky that he took a few steps back. He looked at Sheng Lingyuan in shock and couldn't help but feel scared.

But that's... Danli!

It is the teacher who protects them, takes care of them, and teaches them.

In his wandering childhood, the man played the three roles of father, mother and teacher at the same time, and even the nickname "Lingyuan" was given by him.

Sheng Lingyuan followed his teachings in everything. When he grew up, his expression of speaking and style of doing things were like another Dan Li.

Although this master-apprentice relationship begins with lies and ends with breakup,... those years of dependence are not fake, right? When they quarrel when they were young, they always use the memory of "teacher's words" to quarrel with each other, isn't fake, right?

"How could it be...why? Lingyuan, you..."

Xuan Ji's shocked eyes fell on Sheng Lingyuan, but his eyes were of no weight. Sheng Lingyuan unknowingly raised his legs and walked into the prison in front of him. His steps were light and he had no burden at all, as if the blood pool was nailed to a simple enemy. He brought power and victory to appreciate the downs and downs of the "enemy".

Xuan Ji's heart was irritated.

In the past, he was afraid that Sheng Lingyuan would be sad, but at this time he found that he was even more afraid that Sheng Lingyuan would not be sad.

This unsad Your Majesty is strange and far away, and his popularity is so weak that he can hardly smell it. The passionate eyebrows that made him beat in his heart countless times had his most familiar smile on his face, but it vaguely overlapped with the great demon face that was born in ancient legends, making people shudder.

The former master and apprentice were looking in the mirror through an iron window. Except for their faces, their expressions, tone, eyes, sitting, lying and walking... are all the same.

Danli was born from the statue of the Vermillion Bird. The statue of the god did not fall, and his soul was immortal. So the Emperor of Human Resources ordered people to flatten the temples of the world. In addition to the old folk customs such as the God of Wealth and the Door God, it was strictly prohibited from offering any statues of the god of gods, especially the temples. Once discovered, they were treated as rebellion.

This is also one of the tyranny of Emperor Wu in later generations. It is said that those who dared to hide statues of gods were killed by nine clans. They received a reward of ten taels when they saw it, and they were punished with accomplices and beheaded in the market.

People were panicked for a while, and the people were afraid of talking about the temple.

This forced order swept across the country for more than a year. At the end of the fifth year of Qizheng, the last Suzaku Temple was burned. From then on, even if there were people in the world who practiced these witchcrafts, the statues created were all conjectures from later generations and there was no original version.

Sheng Lingyuan looked at him for a moment and confirmed that he was about to run out of energy. Then he said leisurely: "I have completed the Chiyuan formation and altar. I will completely seal the Grand Canyon just by waiting for the night of January to completely seal the Grand Canyon, and I will leave without worrying about the rebellion between me and my subordinate Qingpingshi, nor will I worry about the world being uneasy."

Dan Li opened his eyes with difficulty, which were almost bloody holes left, and met Sheng Lingyuan's gaze. With just one glance, he found that the vitality and spiritual energy of the young Human Emperor who tried his best to hide his thoughts was gone.

His pupils became hollow and deep, and they were the eyes of lonely ghosts.

"What did you... do?" Dan Li struggled gently in the blood pool. Suddenly, he felt something, "You put your Vermilion Bird blood..."

Sheng Lingyuan responded indifferently: "I took off my skin and cramps, and I picked it up together."

Xuan Ji and Dan Li turned to him in disbelief.

"What?"

"What!"

Sheng Lingyuan said indifferently: "The Vermilion Bird is connected to the demons. In the past, it was their clan who used to suppress Chiyuan. It would be useless for me to keep this vein. The Vermilion Bird bone seal that was left for Chiyuan is all the finishing touch. Wouldn't it be good?"

"You are crazy... are you crazy?" Dan Li squeezed out a weak voice from his throat, "Only... the blood of the Vermilion Bird can suppress the body of the demon and let the heavenly way to accommodate you. Do you want to cut off..."

"What are you cutting off?" The Human Emperor showed him a calm and weird smile, "Sound and color, taste, seven emotions, six desires... or joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness? Teacher, what do I want to do?"

Dan Li's energy is like a gossip and can't speak.

"There is nothing else. I heard that the teacher, you are in the form of five declines. As a student, I came to give you a final death. I am afraid that you will be worried and not leave steadily, so I will tell you good news." After Sheng Lingyuan said that, he strengthened the seal outside the blood pool, turned around and left. When he arrived at the gate of the Tianzhu, he remembered something again and turned around and said, "Oh, yes, the teacher said before that the shadow man may become a disaster. It is really a good word. We have found Aunt Meng Xia's whereabouts. We should be able to send her down to accompany you soon. As the years approaches, everything is complicated, so I will not disturb the teacher's tranquility."

"Stop it! What does it mean to cut off the 'sense, touch, taste, seven emotions and six desires'?" Xuan Ji came to his senses, and his backbone was cold after he reached out to shine the Spirit Abyss, but the demon who had cut off the blood of the Vermilion Bird was unwilling tolerant of the world, and seemed to be unable to tolerate the world, and rejected everything, including the small creatures placed on the back of the spine in the past.

Sheng Lingyuan mercilessly rejected him, and Xuan Ji was almost bounced into the blood pool by him.

There was a loud noise at the entrance of the Tianzhuo, and the lock fell. Xuan Ji smoked in his seven orifices, and he was angry and anxious. He was about to chase after him, he suddenly heard a faint voice beside him saying, "I... the deadline is coming..."

In the huge prison, there was not even an ant. In the thick blood, there was only a blood-like Dan Li.

Xuan Ji paused and thought to himself: "Who is he talking to?"

"I know you are... I also know you are still stranded in the world..." Dan left the bellows and gasped for a long time before he took up his words. His voice was very ambiguous, and every word had to be spent like his strength. "You are not an ordinary sword spirit... You are the 'Fantasy Sword Spirit', the last descendant of the Suzaku... "

Danli was talking to him in the air.

Xuan Ji was stunned for a moment, clenched his fists and loosened it, and fell silently a few steps away from the Dan, looking at the unhealthy man in the blood pool with complicated eyes.

As soon as he was born, he was connected with Sheng Lingyuan's mind. His eyes when he looked at the world were Lingyuan's eyes. When Lingyuan was young, he had a lot of admiration for this man, and he also shared it with Xiao Jianling.

Lingyuan remembered Dan Li's teachings. The sword spirit was relatively unpromising, only remembered the sweetness in his hands. Even in his exile, Dan Li always had a way to get some snacks to coax the little prince. Sometimes he collected nectar from somewhere, and sometimes it was a burnt wild beehive. When he was hiding the pursuit of the demon clan on the plain, he was carrying a murderous sword in front of him. While cutting the way, he cut sweet straw for the little prince in the arms of the dead soldier. It was rough and simple, but... it was really sweet.

The back that Xuan Ji could never forget in his life was about to transform into a pool of blood.

Danli choked and coughed: "I know, now, you will not trust me."

Xuan Ji walked to the blood pool silently, sat on the seal outside the blood pool, and was silent for a while, and said, "You have made no mistakes, like a god, why didn't you calculate your own fate?"

Danli calmly continued as if he could hear him talking: "I knew that there would be such a day when we... were born in response to disasters, lived in troubled times, and died in troubled times. Lingyuan and I... had no resentment towards each other. Everything he did was taught by me. I did not blame him for success, defeat, and he did not torture me on purpose. If I could be like a mortal, I would be beheaded with one knife, and I would probably be willing to give me some pleasure... Today I will be destroyed, and the future he will be ashes, which will be destined."

Xuan Ji made him feel uncomfortable and angry, and said coldly: "You are just as you are crushing your bones and ashes!"

Danli laughed softly: "Little Sword Spirit, have you scolded me?"

Xuan Ji's tense facial features loosened and he shut his mouth.

Like everyone else, Dan Li couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could guess that Xuan Ji remembered that when he was a child, he was parasitized in Lingyuan's back and could not stand the loneliness. He wanted to express his opinions and said it out of Lingyuan's mouth. Dan Li could tell who said it as long as he listened to the topic. Xuan Ji often had an illusion when he was young... It seemed that in addition to Lingyuan, Teacher Dan Li could also hear him.

"You..." Dan Li sighed, "You demon clan is already late in mind, and he still protects you in every way, making you unable to grow up."

Xuan Ji's eyes began to become congested: "Teacher, why do you have to go this far?"

"After the demons, the demon sword was unsheathed, stirring up millions of resentful spirits in Chiyuan, and slashing thousands of demon kings. The bitter demon kings in all directions have been long for a long time, but... people think about it later, wouldn't they feel worried and terrified? Your Majesty... He is too young, has an unstable foundation, and has no way to suppress the four directions. He just thought about it as if everyone was born and die with him. He was cruel and unwilling to be lonely. The fire of the Chiyuan was not extinguished, and all races were united in wartime, and there would inevitably be changes after the war. This worry and terror must be vented... The demon sword must sacrifice to this peaceful and prosperous era. Little sword spirit, Liang Gong's fate has always been like this. When I was a child, I talked about ancient times with Lingyuan. Have you never heard of it carefully?"

Xuan Ji said "ha" sarcastically, but turned his head and couldn't bear to look at him.

"All things are born in heaven and earth, die in heaven and earth, Kunpeng rises to heaven, mermaids enter the sea, four seasons change, cold and heat go, those who are suitable for life, and those who are depressed have no place to live." Dan Li said slowly, "The ancient eight divine beasts have disappeared, and they are all gone. Now it is the turn of the three major human races of "greed, anger, and ignorance". Tong, this is the choice of heaven's way, and it is the general trend. How can people go against it? Lingyuan... He learned to turn the clouds and rain, but did not learn to follow the trend. He removed his Vermilion Bird bloodline and suppressed Chiyuan instead of the divine bird's remnant tribe. Even if he can really put out the fire at the moment... He didn't think about his own demon body, what would happen in the future if there was no such little Vermilion Bird bloodline suppression?"

Xuan Ji closed his eyes fiercely, as if he was about to erase the scene where Sheng Lingyuan was cutting away from his bloodline from his eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "What will happen?"

"He will cut off his seven emotions, gradually lose his feelings, and finally become a monster that is ruthless, ruthless, invisible or hearing. What's more, the demon will never grow old, ten years will be enough, five hundred years will be enough, and a thousand years will be able to be old?" Within a few words, Dan Li seemed to have weakened a lot again, and his voice became almost unheard, "If he can't end, he will become the next demon king... At that time, within the Jiuzhou, there will be... Li Ran again. How long can his little Vermilion Bird blood seal Chiyuan? Tong... Tong..."

Xuan Ji was so confused by his screams.

"You are the Zhuque Tianling, the last descendant of the divine bird...you should save him again, ah?"

A language that the sword spirit had never heard of before suddenly appeared in Danli's mouth, which was extremely complicated. After listening, it made people wonder how people's mouths could make such a sound. However, Xuan Ji understood it as soon as he heard it. It was like something innate. Danli recited it back and forth three times, and it was engraved in his mind word by word.

After reading the third time, Dan Li suddenly gasped and made a "giggle" sound in his throat. His body was as stiff as he seemed to be dead.

"teacher!"

"This is... the secret word of the Zhuque clan... Tong... You are the orphan of Zhuque, the body of the heavenly spirit, and you live because of him. Only you can... You can protect that bloodline for him and guard Chiyuan, I..." Dan Li's voice stopped, and a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, as if he was looking back.

"I……"

What I am, there is no more text below.

Xuan Ji heard that he had no sound for a while and realized something. He couldn't help but walk closer, and then was stunned.

Dan Li was left with only the two lights in his eyes, and he looked like he was dying with his eyes open.

"Teacher..." He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and with a slight sound, the person in the blood pool suddenly cracked like a piece of wood, starting from scratch, and then it became out of control.

The elixir was shattered into countless pieces and transformed into the blood pool.

He was once a statue of the god who was worshipped by all nations and enjoyed endless incense. Over time, he gave birth to God and Spirit.

But there is no incense in the world that is enjoyed for nothing. The shrine is to replace the god-creating people and satisfy the demons.

He opened his eyes in the sea of ​​blood, was filled with greed and anger, and was born to destroy the earth fire. He had all his mechanisms and finally he was crushed to pieces.

It seems like a good omen of peace in the world.

Xuan Ji and the slags in the pool of blood looked at each other for a long time, knelt down and kowtowed, then hesitated for a moment, and kowtowed another one for Ling Yuan, and his feet drifted out of the prison without touching the ground.

Then he watched Sheng Lingyuan order people to dig thirty-six Vermilion Bird dragon bones, carve a seal with his own hands, and nail it into Chiyuan at the thirty-six midnight intercourses. Finally, it was the small porcelain bottle containing his Vermilion Bird bloodline.

The moment the blood-condensed bead left Sheng Lingyuan, Xuan Ji rushed over and put it into his mouth. He was shocked to find that he could touch this thing, and even felt Lingyuan's heartbeat through the bead.

The bead gave him a very familiar feeling.

After his sword body broke, he was confused for a while and didn't remember anything for a long time. He was just attracted by something and chased by Sheng Lingyuan. It turned out that what attracted him was the Zhuque bloodline.

The beads he held in his mouth led him to the altar. Xuan Ji didn't have time to think about it, and quickly recited the secret words of Suzaku that Danli left to him.

The bead condensed from blood was alive. When he recited it for the third time, he seemed to hear his long-lost heartbeat, and it was actually combined with the bead.

Without human education, Xuan Ji naturally established a connection with the blood bead.

He himself became the protective shell of the blood bead, taking his body as a box.

On the eve of the sixth year of Qizheng, the ritual of sealing Chiyuan was about to be completed. The old patriarch of Bifang personally presided over the ritual. Xuan Ji returned to Duling Palace at the last moment and met the man for the last time.

He used himself to "cover" Sheng Lingyuan's Vermilion Bird bloodline, and the demon body seemed to mistakenly recognize him as a part of himself. This time, the barrier three feet away from Sheng Lingyuan finally did not reject him anymore... That was the only time Xuan Ji had deviated from his rules since his life.
To be continued...