Bitter Realm: My Feet Step Through the Flames of War

"Cough cough... Thank you... Murong Qing."

"Because of me, you have been implicated in this situation. Wuyi Shiyin, why did you insist on saving me?"

Wu Yi Shi Yin smiled with difficulty: "You are Chu'er's best friend. If something happens to you, Chu'er will be heartbroken."

"Murong Qing's only wish is to retire from the martial world with Jian Zhichu and live a life free from worldly affairs. But now, he has dragged Jian Zhichu into a situation where he is at odds with the righteous path of the Central Plains. Why does the world always go against one's wishes?"

"Murong Qing, Chu'er is willing to give her life for you, her dearest friend. What is there to fear if she were to become an enemy of the whole world?"

"Life? If it can bring Jian Zhichu back to his original intention, I don't care about Murong Qing's life."

"Don't worry, once Su Huanzhen returns, I will complete the task he entrusted to me and then go to Dengdao Shore to atone for my sins. Whether it's imprisonment or paying with my life, my master Yin Yili will take full responsibility. At that time, you and Chu'er can retire in peace."

"Ha, how many more people will Murong Qing implicate?"

At this moment, Jing Canglang and Jian Zhichu's ultimate moves collided, and they stopped vomiting blood.

"At the beginning of the sword, you saved Wuyi Shiyin this time, but you can't save him next time."

"I believe things will become clear one day, and Jian Zhichu will take full responsibility."

Chapter 145 Showing No Mercy When Scheming Against His Own Brother

Jing Canglang carefully put away the Ximo Kunfeng sword: "I will show leniency this time."

Jian Zhichu was extremely grateful: "Thank you very much. May I ask how I should address you?"

"Kun Chen Qian Gu · Jing Cang Lang".

“Mr. Jing, this matter arose because of us. I will go to Dengdao An to explain the situation.”

"Just take care of yourself."

As Jing Canglang departed, Murong Qing, accompanied by Wuyi Shiyin, slowly descended, her brows furrowed with sorrow.

"Chu'er, I'll go back to Tuisongyan first, so that Qu Shitu and Chou Weiyang won't worry."

"Yes, I'll take care of this."

"Ah, okay."

Master Wuyi has also left, and the Broken Cloud River has returned to tranquility.

Murong Qing suddenly said, "Sword Beginning, accompany me to the Holy Land of the End Times. I want to rescue Fei Lu."

"it is good."

The two quickly arrived at the Ten True Palm Heaven Palace and met Su Xianqing.

Murong Qing roared, "Hand over Feilu, or I'll raze this place to the ground!"

"Murong Qing, you're really lucky to have escaped unscathed from the Demon City, but Fei Lu..."

"How is she?"

Su Xianqing said indifferently, "It's an item that's no longer of any value and has long since disappeared from my sight. If you want to find her, go to the underground prison yourself."

The underground prison of the Last Holy Legend was the place Murong Qing was most familiar with during his youth, where he had suffered greatly.

Upon hearing this, he immediately rushed deep into the earth and pushed open the dark cell door.

Suddenly, what appeared before them was a emaciated corpse with a contorted face, looking extremely painful.

After Murong Qing took the dragon bone, Fei Lu was forgotten by Su Xianqing. Without food and water, she starved to death within a few days.

"what!"

Seeing the tragic scene, Murong Qing could no longer bear it. She screamed and rushed out of the Doomsday Holy Chronicle.

"Murong Qing, Murong Qing, where are you going?"

Jian Zhichu followed closely, but saw that Murong Qing didn't turn her head and rushed all the way to Wannianchun.

In Wannianchun, the former settlement of the Niyu ethnic group is now reduced to a tall, solitary grave.

The wilderness is filled with the chirping of birds, and the waning moon hangs faintly in the sky.

Murong Qing wept as she touched the tombstone.

Jian Zhichu stood bewildered behind him, unaware of the cause of this tragedy.

After a long while, Murong Qing finally stopped crying and said to Jian Zhichu, "Friend, could you leave me here alone?"

"Ah."

Sword Beginning emerged from the Ten Thousand Year Spring and waited in the wilderness.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his heart. Jian Zhichu rushed to the grave, his blood splattering high and staining the tombstone red.

"Murong Qing!"

He held Murong Qing in his arms, and saw his dear friend's weary smile: "Jian Zhichu, I don't want to be a burden to you anymore, let's end all of this."

"Murong Qing, Murong Qing..."

"Send my body to Dengdao Shore to settle your grudges with them. Sword Beginning, the martial world is not for you. Leave this martial world as soon as possible."

"Murong Qing, it's my fault..."

"Unfortunately, I will never have the chance to see the Shichahai Flower Festival."

"Ok?"

"Today is the last day of blooming."

"I'll take you there."

Murong Qing pushed away Jian Zhichu's hand: "Chou Weiyang has sacrificed too much for me. Please tell him that Murong Qing can never repay him in this life. Please ask him to forgive me."

“I will take you to him, and you can speak to him yourself.”

"This is my final destination. I don't want to leave anymore. Let Adoni stay with her people and make up for what I owed them in my lifetime."

"Murong Qing, if you leave like this, how will I ever repay what I owe you?"

"The wind will not fail to keep its promise, but you have failed to keep your promise. My original intention, my original intention."

"Ah... Murong Qing..."

Just as Murong Qing closed his eyes, a five-colored ray of light shot out from his heart and sped toward Tianyan Demon City.

Outside the city gate, Misi Tuo waited with his staff.

From within the stone statues at the end of the passageway, a ghostly voice echoed: "What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for a delicious soul."

"Murong Qing? Didn't Wuyi Shiyin redeem the price Murong Qing had to pay with a new deal?"

"Murong Qing died by suicide, and it has nothing to do with Tianyan Demon City."

coming.

Misi Tuo took out the Soul-Hiding Bottle and put the radiant soul back into it.

The ghost swallowed hard: "It really is a delicious soul. No wonder the Demon Lord is unwilling to give it up."

"Hehehe, the soul of the Holy Lord of the Rainbow Feather Clan contains infinite life force."

At this moment, a man came in angrily, demanding an explanation.

"What kind of manipulative tricks are you playing now!"

Misi Tuo immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Young Lord."

Ren Yunzong refused, saying, "My name is Ren Yunzong."

"The Demon Lord eagerly awaits, and Misi Tuo dares not take it lightly. This way, please."

Led by Mi Si Tuo, Ren Yun Zong walked through the long tunnel and into the depths of the Demon City.

Though the scene was familiar, it felt strangely unfamiliar at this moment. The long-lost atmosphere lingered again, but it couldn't compare to the desolation and chill of the snow-covered western mountains.

It turns out that getting used to a place and forgetting it are equally simple.

"The Demon Lord is in this hall. Please."

Ren Yunzong pushed open the giant door. The room was dimly lit and had a faint atmosphere. Deep inside, a huge eye hung, covered with blue blood patterns.

Beneath the giant eye, accompanied by a deep sigh, the throne turned around.

The person on the throne had similar features to him in the past, but after many years, only gloom remained in his eyes.

"A hundred years pass in an instant, and an instant is a hundred years. Do you know how much I have missed you, my dearest brother? You have finally returned."

"Humph!"

"Seeing you again is the happiest thing for me since you left the city."

"Why target Dengdao'an? I need your explanation."

"The devil's principles are to lead people to depravity, to seize faith, and to tolerate betrayal."

Ren Yunzong angrily said, "Your only principle is revenge."

"Hehe, Deng Daoan and Jing Wuhuan caused the separation of you and me as brothers. It's too late to settle this score now."

"Leaving the Demon City was my own choice, and it had nothing to do with ascending to the shore."

The Demon Lord raised a finger from his throne and coldly pointed it at Ren Yunzong:

“Little brother, I don’t need a reason, and I don’t care who is right or wrong. I allowed you to leave the Demon City back then to fulfill your wish to pursue true love. But now that you’ve had your fun, it’s time to come back.”

Ren Yunzong replied indifferently, "Unfortunately, Ren Yunzong is no longer the Duanmie Chanti of the past. I have found my highest value in life. Whether human or demon, everyone has the right to decide their own future."

"Who fed you these lies? Demons have their own paths, and humans have their own destinies. The day your true identity is revealed, the human world will surely not tolerate you."

Ren Yunzong recalled Luo Hou's words: "I walk my own path, unafraid of anyone's opinion."

"Hahaha, little brother, you've really changed; you've become even more foolish."

"You are foolish. Demons and saints can only survive in balance. Why do you always try to disrupt this balance?"

"I believe that as long as one side loses its balance, the other side can win."

Without reaching a consensus, Ren Yunzong was unwilling to discuss further: "I have come to warn you that if you continue to target Deng Daoan, Ren Yunzong's wrath will burn in the Demon City."