Floating clouds

Chapter 68 Truce

The corpse behind him didn't allow him to think too much, so he wiped away his tears and ran to the Qingsong Taoist temple.

The Taoist temple is still the broken Taoist temple, but Lin Xinglu hesitated.

His hand rested on the door knocker, and with the raging fire behind him, he never knocked on it.

"You idiot, why didn't you knock on the door!" Mu Zheng recognized that it was Daoist Priest Qingsong's Broken Taoist Temple, and seeing Lin Xinglu's delay in knocking on the door, he couldn't help being anxious for him.

Lin Xinglu was in a stalemate, and finally knocked on the door knocker, and the little boy inside the door opened the door for him. As soon as the screen turned, Taoist Qingsong was dead, and he put the peeping stone into his hand. Mu Zheng wanted to take them when leaving.

Lin Xinglu hesitated, he looked up at Mu Zheng, all this happened before, now it happened again, what should he do?

Is he going or not?

All the scenes that will be encountered in the future are played back in his mind.

Lin Mingqi snuggled up to him in fear, and didn't dare to say a word when he met again, and stayed close to him.

Lin Xinglu's eyes were full of water, and he stretched out his hand to hold Mu Zheng's hand.

It turns out that if he does it again, he will still embark on this path.

The aloof Mu Zheng couldn't calm down anymore, he finally understood that Lin Xinglu's inner demon was himself.

Mu Zheng's face was pale, as if he was going to stew the people below.

He was very angry, his heart tossed and turned, he didn't know whether he was angry with himself or Lin Xinglu.

Lin Xinglu in the illusion was also suffering. He slept next to Mu Zheng and had nightmares all the time. Either Mu Zheng pressed him under him, or he couldn't bear the anger in his heart and accidentally killed Mu Zheng.

Countless times, looking at Mu Zheng's sleeping back, he wanted to plunge a dagger into his heart, and then wept silently, wet the black hair on both sides.

He thought it wasn't Mu Zheng's fault, he was also instigated by others, and then he thought that Mu Zheng tricked him into using him, he didn't look like a master at all.

Everything is to put his heart on the oil pan and torment him, causing him to have trouble sleeping and eating, and lose his shape.

When the heart sword was first formed, he decided to leave, but saw the "Qianlong" that Mu Zheng was casting for him.

Made of thousand-year-old cold iron, Mu Zheng carved even the runes on the scabbard one by one.

"Ah!" Holding the sword in his hand, he roared angrily, holding his head in pain.

Mu Zheng looked distressed, and almost wanted to go down and hug Lin Xinglu, but he heard Xiao Yin sneering and asking him: "What did head Mu see?"

Even though he knew everything, Lin Xinglu still set foot on the old road, he still went to find snow stone flowers and metamorphic grass for him, and still swallowed the elixir given by Xiao Yin.

He knew everything, but still did everything for Mu Zheng.

On the night they met at Shennvfeng, Lin Xinglu shook his hands and stabbed the 'Qianlong' into Mu Zheng's chest.

He fought quickly in Kunlun for this sword.

"Master, I'm not a fool. I know everything. The grievances and grievances are over before death. Let's continue the master-disciple relationship after death." After saying a word, a smile appeared.

Heartbreaking to watch.

He mustered up great courage, thinking of Yao Yiyi, who was buried with Li Dai, and stabbed the sword.

Chou stays in life, love stays behind death, this sword can't kill Mu Zheng, but it can cut off the obsession in his heart.

Seeing himself being killed in the illusion, Mu Zheng was angry and heartbroken.

He could see clearly that Lin Xinglu had many opportunities to choose another path. If he hated himself, he could do nothing, but he still did so much.

This apprentice is really the biggest fool in the world.

Then he thought sweetly, Lin Xinglu didn't have no feelings for him, otherwise how could he treat him so well.

If Lin Xinglu knew what was going on in his heart, he might have turned away when he saw Mu Zheng for the first time in the illusion.

"Why are you here?"

Lin Xinglu cut off his inner demon with a single sword in the illusion, but when he opened his eyes again, he was on the battlefield of Goddess Peak. After fading away the pain and struggle in his heart caused by the illusion, he came back to his senses.

Moxiu, who was standing opposite him, was smiling, immersed in a sweet dream. He raised his sword and dropped it, leaving Moxiu in a beautiful dream.

Looking at Lin Xinglu through the formation, Mu Zheng felt mixed feelings, but he couldn't go down right away. This formation is known as the "killing formation". As long as people who enter, they won't be the last one to wake up from the illusion. Or if they were killed, the formation would not end. In contrast, those who could not endure the illusion were lucky. Because they were not drawn into the illusion, they had a chance to survive in disguise.

Lin Xinglu found that he couldn't walk ten steps around, and most of the people who woke up were the same. He looked back at Cheng Jun who was lying on the ground, and saw that there was no opposing demon around him, so he waited in peace.

The golden crow sank, the stars moved, and after a day and a night, all the talents woke up from the illusion. Unexpectedly, one of the orthodox monks lost an elder in the Nascent Soul Stage.

"The deeper the cultivation base, the stronger the obsession." Mu Zheng glanced casually, then looked at Lin Xinglu.

"Master Mu, how do you calculate this?" Xiao Yin looked at the death toll and brought Mu Zheng's gaze back to his own face.

"If the demon master wants to continue, of course I will accompany you." Mu Zheng spread his hands indifferently. Xiao Yin cares about her demon crowd, but Mu Zheng doesn't care about these monks.

In order to continue the bloodline, these sects more or less left some relatively young and talented disciples in the sect. Even if all these people die today, the orthodox monks will not die out, at most they will be depressed for a thousand years.

As for the battle of Moxiu Jing, the loss was also heavy. For a while, Mu Zheng doubted whether the decision of the demon lord for this war was right.

But he doesn't care, others still care.

Blood flowed like a river in this battle, and no one was pleased. Several Nascent Soul stage monks exchanged glances, and the head of Kunlun stepped forward and whispered something to Mu Zheng.

Mu Zheng didn't want to work for them either. He still remembered the previous hatred, and it wouldn't go away for a while, so he nodded on the spot and said to Xiao Yin: "A truce!"

Xiao Yin also thought the same in her heart, but after working so hard, if there was no result, even though Moxiu dared not disobey her, she herself would not be reconciled.

It has been planned for more than 400 years, just for today, and I don't want to be harmed by a brat.

"A truce is fine, Daosha City will be given to us!" Xiao Yin said.

Just as Mu Zheng wanted to scold her for being a lion, the head of Kunlun nodded to him.

He curled his lips and nodded in agreement.

Others also have their own considerations, they are different from Mu Zheng, Fu Yunxu has him sitting in town, even if the demon cultivators are everywhere, they dare not touch him, but they are different, their family has a great career, and it is really considered to be willing to give up a knife sand city with poor conditions. Nothing.

The war finally came to an end, Moxiu barely managed to please him, and the speed of evacuation was very fast, and soon he was flying through the clouds, dragging his black tail, and disappeared without a trace.

The orthodox monks are also a lot of feathers, dead or wounded, and they don't want to keep more, so they agreed to talk about it later, and they all fell apart.

Mu Zheng was afraid that Lin Xinglu would run away, so he quickly tied him back to Fuyunxu.

"Brother!" Lin Mingqi looked at Lin Xinglu in surprise, threw himself into Lin Xinglu's arms and cried 'wow'.

Lin Xinglu patted her head, not knowing what to say.