After the Full-Level Boss is Reborn - Chapter 113
“Go!” Huaibo pulled the rope hard, pulling the huge body of King Jiao a few feet away.
The other hand flew in the clouds, working with Wushuang seamlessly, forcing Monarch Dongting to retreat again.
“Go in!” Huaibo shouted, “Do you think they will retreat if they die?”
You Yancui’s eyes were red with grief and anger, thinking that if one person does things, the other is just a fate, so why not give it.
But when she heard these words, she suddenly woke up and squeezed into the barrier with Yuanfeng, the fox lifted his eyelids, and a line of tears under his eyes.
You Yancui looked at her broken arm, her body trembling slightly.
Ji Yue reluctantly took out a bottle of medicine, wanting to spill it on the wound.
You Yancui held her wrist, “Sister, don’t use this.” The elixir can heal the wound immediately, but it is impossible to connect the broken arm later.
Ji Yue shook her head, “It’s just a hand.”
You Yancui red eyes and shouted: “What’s called a hand, you can’t hold the bow anymore! You have practiced your Feixue bow for more than a hundred years, are you willing to be a useless person in the future?”
Jiyue smiled, her arrogance in her eyes continued, “You can’t hold a bow, but you can practice swords and knives. There are thousands of ways to go, even if my hands and feet are broken, I can’t speak, I can’t see, I can’t hear. , As long as I have a breath, I will not be a useless person.”
She looked down at the agitated people under the city wall, “But if I hesitate for a moment, there are many people here, and there is no chance of being a human being.”
You Yancui slowly let go of his hand and closed his eyes. When he opened it again, his eyes lit up with terrible anger. He stepped up to the clouds, swept the flames, and beat the group of free cultivators to the ground. The people in the city immediately surrounded them, punching and kicking them.
The dust was flying, and the monks who had always been aloof hugged their heads, and were beaten to blood.
Ji Yue ignored the turmoil in the city, walked to the front of the fox demon, bowed, and then knelt down on the ground, raised her hand, as if she wanted to touch the fox demon, but felt that the saint was abrupt, so she hung her hand in the air.
The fox demon moved with difficulty, leaning his head and rubbing her soft palms.
Jiyue asked: “Master?”
The fox demon’s eyes were staring at her broken arm, tears in his eyes, and it seemed extraordinarily soft.
Ji Yue forgot the respect for the saint, touched its soft and smooth hair, her mouth couldn’t help but tilt up.
The fox demon finally spoke, his voice hoarse, “I am not Yuanfeng, not a saint.”
Ji Yue held it in her arms with one hand and took it to the city wall.
“What are you doing?” The fox demon kicked his legs, resisting weakly.
People raised their heads, Jiyue stood on the city wall, tall and straight, with red clothes as bright as the sun.
There is a kind of person in this world who can’t reduce her elegance even if she folds her wings.
“The saint… is it a fox demon?” a young man murmured.
Jiyue did not speak, and the fox demon plunged into her arms, not wanting to see people’s questioning and disappointed eyes.
The old man on crutches said tremblingly: “But just now, it was just protecting us.”
Everyone has seen that in order to protect Qicheng from birth to death, let alone the 800 years, she led Shengrenzhuang to fight against the Shui Clan and maintain the peace of the people along the coast.
The young man woke up like a dream, “Yes, as long as you follow the teachings of the saint, what is the difference between a demon and a man?”
The fox demon turned his head, his eyes widened slightly, Chijin’s pupils gleaming.
The face of an old man gradually emerged in front of its eyes.
“Yuanfeng, make a bond with me! My luck divides you half, so you can live a little longer!” The fox demon jumped off the flower tree and lay on the woman’s shoulders, with eight big furry tails lingering. Shaking.
Yuanfeng curled his lips slightly, and laughed at it countless times. She opened a branch of peach blossom, and the morning dew and petals rustled down, dampening her cloud-like hair. The morning stars in the sky had not yet set, and the green hills showed a misty glow.
The fox demon shook his tail angrily, “Yuanfeng, you make a bond with me! I want you to make a bond with me!”
Sitting on a rock, Yuanfeng hugged it in his arms, touched the silver frost-like fur of a fox, smiled and said, “Naughty.”
The fox demon’s eyes widened, “I’m not fooling around!” Its eyes were faintly covered with mist, and its paws grabbed Yuanfeng’s clothes, “I don’t want you to die.”
Yuan Feng said: “People are always going to die. Mountains, rivers, sun, moon, rivers and lakes will eventually die out. The dream of clouds in the past stretches for thousands of miles, vast as the sea, but now it has become a small lake. , Let alone a mere person?”
The fox demon raised his head, “Didn’t you say that you want to imitate the saint and teach others? Didn’t you say that you want more people to read and learn rituals and teach them not to spend their lives? Yuanfeng, you are different from the world, you should live. It will take longer!”
Yuanfeng smiled faintly, “I live in the world and live for a few days. I haven’t spent more than a hundred years. It is enough for me.”
The fox demon’s eyes turned, and she wanted to convince her, “But you can live a little longer. After you and me, your chances of breaking through will increase. I can still divide the fox pill in half, and I can. I will find you the elixir of the heaven under the sky.” It stood tall, “We can go back to the East China Sea together, you are a saint, and I will be the saint’s spiritual pet!”
Yuan Feng smiled and shook his head, combing his hand from the top of his head until he touched the fluffy tail.
The fox demon only felt numb, trembling all over, narrowed his eyes comfortably, turned his body, and exposed his belly.
Yuanfeng’s movements were gentle, “Sage?” She smiled softly, her black hair on her temples hanging down to the white belly of the fox demon, she lowered her eyes, seeming to say to herself, “When the saint is alive, it is very common. People only.”
The fox demon retorted, “Why? I know that a goblin like me knows that saints are amazing and different from people in the world,” he cocked his head, “just like you.”
Yuanfeng’s eyes curled, “No, he was just a person looking for the ordinary at the time. He wanted to make this world a little better, and wanted the children of poor people to be born to learn, and that women could also worship. Entering the immortal gate, I want to teach those principles I know to the muddled people.”
“Then he did something that was not so great, but it was like a spark, illuminating the eyes of other people. Later, this light passed on from generation to generation, getting bigger and bigger, and finally blazing like a scorching sun. In the midair, illuminate a cold night.”
The fox demon asked blankly, “Isn’t that amazing?” She was instigated and said hurriedly, “If you live longer, you can be like him, become a spark, a sun, and other people. It’s a good thing to have the best of both worlds and the best of the three worlds! I can also have my own master, right?”
Chaoyang is born with a vast world.
A ray of morning breeze came slowly, and the deep wind stroked its tail, fingertips soft and warm, “Fox, I just want to say, there are many saints in this world, the first person to bring sparks in those years, and then countless Those who pass the fire, who is not a saint now, who is listening to the teachings?”
The corners of her mouth turned upwards, “Compared to a cold statue in the Saints Village, this world needs thousands of ordinary people like you and me.”
But the fox demon didn’t understand.
It said: “No, you are a saint, but I am not. A saint must be high above the ground. The opening is yours. But I don’t understand what you said, and I can’t do these statues of the sun and stars. I’m just one. Fairy, how can fairies be sanctified?.”
Yuan’s windbreaker robe was blown up by the wind, floating like an immortal, “You will understand that sanctification is a very simple matter, and there is no need to go against your nature. Some are born as the sun in the sky, and some are born as The sand in the water, but as long as…”
She smiled softly, her voice faded in the gentle spring breeze, and her smiling eyes and concentrating eyebrows were buried with the peach blossoms of that year.
The fox demon’s eye sockets gradually moistened. It finally understood what Yuanfeng said that year.
It felt that Yuanfeng was a born sage, and shouldn’t die in such a nameless manner, so it changed its appearance and came to the East China Sea to live as if it had remembered Yuanfeng, and became a high above, exporting sage.
But it can’t do those things well, and it’s not a good saint. It thought it was its own reason, and only remembered today, it turns out that Yuanfeng had already said–
Some are born with the sun, and some are born with the sand in the water.
But what does it matter?
The sun will die in the dark, but the mud and sand can turn into houses to protect the peace of thousands of households.
There is no high or low in the world, stick to the heart, do your best, who is not a saint?
Ji Yue put it down carefully, her eyes were gentle and pious, “Master, Yuanfeng is the saint of the East China Sea, and you are the saint in my heart.”
The fox demon narrowed his eyes and put his small paw on the back of her hand.
Ji Yue stood up and looked out of the barrier. The Eight-Claw King and the Flood Dragon King were like crazy, dashing desperately, and the barrier could not last too long.
Huaibo stabs at Lord Dongting with a sword, “What did you do to them?”
Monarch Dongting flied away and said with a smile: “Isn’t it the devil’s ability to charm the mind? Ah, your actions must be quicker. If you can’t repel me as soon as possible, these ordinary humans will suffer.”
At this moment, a thin golden light seemed to appear in the dark clouds piled up like a mountain.
A gale engulfing the majesty of the heavens swept across the heavens and the earth.
Jin Guangguang shone on the huge statue of the saint, he seemed to turn around alive, drew the long sword around his waist, and slashed it towards Lord Dongting with an unstoppable force.
Monarch Dongting’s complexion changed drastically, and he escaped for a few miles, and escaped the fatal blow of the long sword formed by the golden light, but was still affected by the sword wind, and he vomited several blood.
At the same time, the golden light gradually faded, and an unpretentious long sword slowly flew down from the saint’s hand and hung in front of Ji Yue.
The coercion of the ancient artifact was soft and unstoppable, and everyone held their breath.
The dark clouds have cleared, and the rays of the sun shine.
The fox demon has seen strong winds and waves, and recovered from the shock, “Jiyue, catch it quickly, you have been approved by the promising sword.”
Ji Yue raised her right arm in a daze.
Huaibo only glanced at it, and immediately chased Lord Dongting.
Peiyu also recovered, following her, Lord Dongting was seriously injured, and now is a good time to get rid of her.
At this time, the situation changed, and the two of them were chasing Lord Dongting.
“Hurry up, hurry up!” Huai Bai urged Yunzhong, “killing her while she is sick!”