Chapter 317 Origin
Fu Qingzhou’s eyes were hazy.
His consciousness was blurred, and everything in front of him seemed like a dream but not a dream.
"Where is...?"
The surroundings were full of fog, and there seemed to be many figures moving in the fog. He couldn't see clearly who these people were, nor what they wanted to do. .
He didn't know when or how he came here, or what he was going to do.
He just groped forward with his weak instinct.
Looking at the figures around him, for some reason, Fu Qingzhou felt strong pity in his heart.
“Are they like me, who can’t remember who they are or what they want?”
Just as he had some thoughts in his mind, a wind blew up in the fog. .
This wind failed to blow away the fog, but it caused groans and screams of pain to be heard in the fog!
Fu Qingzhou's heart tightened and he followed the sound and touched it.
As he walked, his feet suddenly felt sticky, and he smelled a strong smell of blood... As he walked further, he saw a few people whose faces could not be seen lying in a pool of blood, and they In the middle, stood a man holding a long knife.
Seeing him arriving, the man slowly turned around.
Fu Qingzhou was shocked—this was him? !
No... this is not me, this man just looks similar to me, but his eyes are blood red!
"No need to thank me."
The man with blood-red eyes smiled: "They will no longer be confused after they die."
His voice was hoarse and low, faintly It means sadness.
Fu Qingzhou looked at him, his heart was shaken, and he felt something was wrong.
As soon as something was wrong, another gust of wind arose in the mist.
“Buzz!”
With the sound of a string, the man with blood-red eyes suddenly became alert. He raised his knife and blocked an arrow flying towards him!
The arrow was so powerful that it made him take a few steps back.
“Pfft…”
The man swung the long knife and sneered: "How dare you provoke a person who hides his head and shows his tail?"
"It's you who didn't keep your promise."
In the mist, there was a calm and depressing voice. With an angry voice, this voice is very similar to Fu Qingzhou, but it is colder: "I will never let you do whatever you want."
"I don't keep my promise?"
The blood-red eyes The man turned his head and glanced at Fu Qingzhou, shook his head and said with a smile: "It's obvious that he is not firm enough."
"It was you who took advantage of the opportunity." The voice in the mist said solemnly: "No need to say more...come and fight!"
As he spoke, the string sounded again, and the man with blood-red eyes also raised his knife and entered the mist. , disappeared.
Fu Qingzhou looked at all this blankly, subconsciously wanting to chase after him, but then he noticed that there seemed to be someone or something very important behind him.
He looked back.
I don’t know when there was another person behind me.
This man's figure was similar to his own, but he wore a strange mask on his face. The mask was like a bottomless pool, with two thick ink stains, one black and one white, swirling in the pool.
When he saw the mask, Fu Qingzhou forgot about the man just now and the voice in the mist.
He looked deeply at the bottomless mask and the two intersecting and rotating black and white qi, and all his mind was trapped in it, unable to extricate himself.
“None of this has anything to do with you.”
Under the mask came an ethereal and distant voice, neither male nor female, both male and female: “I am yours. Come to me.”
Fu Qingzhou turned around completely and looked directly at the masked man.
He slowly stretched out his hand and reached over.
The masked man stood motionless, the black and white energy on the mask spinning faster and faster, as if he was expecting and eager to touch him.
Fu Qingzhou's fingers were getting closer and closer to the mask, and the black and white energy gradually separated from the mask and converged towards his fingertips.
In his mind, a mysterious and mysterious door gradually opened, and he seemed to see everything, and also seemed to see an endless nothingness.
nothingness?
……
At the same time, in reality.
"Cough cough, cough cough..."
Wu Changfeng covered the stab wound on his chest, half-knelt on the ground, and kept coughing up blood.
Tang Jiao fell behind him, already unconscious, with blood dripping from her mouth and nose.
On the other side, Ning Wushu's arms had been completely dislocated, and he was sitting on the ruins of the village, unable to cough.
Murong Xuan's long sleeves were torn and she collapsed on the ground. Most of the spiked nails on her fingers were broken.
Qiu Chan had a bruise on her neck from being pinched until she was pinched. She sat weakly among the bird carcasses lying on the ground. She tried to get up again, but was unable to do so.
Zhao Hao's legs were broken and his legs were swollen like green steamed buns. He hung upside down on a branch of a tree, his eyes were closed tightly, and he also passed out.
Not only them, there are many, many people... those young heroes who came to support, those knights in the world, many of them have been famous in the world for a long time...
Those who are willing to come here from the Wulin League, maybe Not all of them are righteous and brave people; but those who are willing to step forward to join the battle after seeing such a dangerous scene and seeing such a terrifying Fu Qingzhou are all the best among men.
But now, without exception, they all fell aside!
All of these people were seriously injured, with horrific stab wounds all over their bodies.
What is miraculous is that all these injuries narrowly avoided their fatal vital parts!
Therefore, even though everyone was seriously injured, no one died.
Including Yang Liuqing, Qu Yi, Lin Qu, who came later... too many people were either fainting or falling down, bleeding all over their bodies, and moaning in pain.
"Fu, Master Fu..."
In the middle of the venue, Fu Qingzhou had an expressionless face. He pinched Yuan Zhen's neck with one hand and lifted him up, while holding Yuan Zhen in his other hand. It was a real broad sword, with blood stains on the blade.
“Donor…”
Yuan Zhen struggled, trying to keep his expression calm, and said hoarsely: "You still have... benevolence... don't... be controlled by evil thoughts... mind..."
Fu Qingzhou seemed to have none. Hearing this, he just tilted his head, his eyes empty. The strange pattern on his forehead shone with light, and what was flowing on his body was not only Qi Ran Jue, but also an unknown mysterious aura. This aura was even far more powerful than Qi Ran Jue, and it didn't look like his own power at all. It doesn’t even seem like a power that comes from this world!
"Here, is this man really Fu Qingzhou?"
In the crowd that fell to the ground, the dwarf Liu Xiaokong murmured painfully: "He can beat us alone. A group of people, still fighting for the leader..."
"This man is not Brother Fu!"
Wu Changfeng coughed up a mouthful of bloody sputum and cursed: "He must be controlled by the old witch's witchcraft! He must, must be controlled!"
Old witch...
When everyone heard this, they subconsciously looked into the distance.
Outside the village, a group of Jianghu seniors had already fought with Hoyaer to the point of causing landslides and earth shattering. There were constant loud noises, large clouds of smoke and dust, and all kinds of sword lights, gun shadows, and colorful lights whizzing and flashing. .
"Yes..." Qiu Chan also said hoarsely: "He must still have self-awareness, otherwise he would have strangled me to death, but at the last moment, he still let me go."
I feel the same way. Yes, it's not just her.
Everyone at the scene who had just fought against Fu Qingzhou had some experience.
Those swords and punches, almost none of them could survive Fu Qingzhou's three moves, but those ruthless moves that were supposed to kill them always changed at the last moment, just killing them. seriously injured.
"Almsgiver Fu..." Yuan Zhen's face had been pinched until it turned red and purple. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and said, "Please... listen to this..."
He looked at Fu Qingzhou's empty eyes and said with difficulty: "If the heart is pure, the qi will be peaceful; if the heart is scattered, the qi will follow. You should know that the heart is the source of all dharmas, and qi is the messenger of the heart. If the heart is pure, the qi will follow." Harmony, harmonious Qi brings peace to the body, peace of body brings prosperity to the Tao..."
"Also, pure mind, you should visualize yourself sitting on the lotus, and the distracting thoughts in your mind will disappear like running water, leaving only the pure original mind. The lotus emerges from the mud without being stained, so your heart should be like this. Even though you are in the world, it will not be stained..."
"Again, pure intention, you should uphold this Dharani mantra, and the mantra says:' Om Mani Padme Hum'. This mantra can eliminate all suffering. It is true and true. You should practice it day and night, purify your mind and calm your energy, and you will achieve success..."
With his words now, He shouldn't have read it while his throat was being strangled, but as his lips touched slightly up and down, each word seemed to come out of thin air. It no longer seemed like the words he spoke, but like the words of the Buddha in his heart, in everyone's ears. The edge resounded.
Hearing this Buddha's words, Fu Qingzhou frowned slightly, seeming to be very uncomfortable, and threw Yuan Zhen away with a flick of his hand.
Yuan Zhen fell to the side heavily, groaned in pain, and stopped chanting the Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.
Fu Qingzhou raised the broadsword and swept the scene with empty eyes. However, he did not attack them. Instead, he thrust the knife into the ground and walked slowly towards the place where Hoyaer and the others were fighting.
"No, you can't..."
Ning Wushu calmed down a little, gritted his teeth and said: "Stop, stop him!"
But who else is there now? Do you have the strength and ability to stop him?
Only Qiu Chan looked at his back with complicated eyes and murmured: "The cause and effect of the drastic changes in the world is on him?"
Fu Qingzhou walked slowly and calmly, his clothes puffing in the wind. The extremely powerful mysterious aura flowing around him was as solid as water, surrounding him.
……
In the mist of strange dreams.
Fu Qingzhou's hand is about to touch the mask.
The black and white auras on the mask had already flowed out in a torrent, wrapping around his hands, his wrists, and even his arms.
But at this moment, his hand stopped.
“No.”
He spoke with difficulty: “That’s not right.”
“What’s wrong?” Questions came from under the mask.
"It's just not right." Fu Qingzhou's confused eyes gradually regained their clarity: "You are not where I come from."
"I am where you come from." The voice under the mask was very determined.
Fu Qingzhou smiled slightly: "Then...have you heard of airplanes?"
Mask man: "?"
"And air conditioning, tanks?" Fu Qingzhou said on his side As he said that, he slowly retracted his hand: "Does Marvel know? What about DC? Well... I also like Dragon Ball quite a bit, and Akira Toriyama is really awesome."
The voice of the masked man obviously became hesitant: "What on earth are you talking about?"
"I'm saying, you are not where I come from."
Fu Qingzhou smiled: " My origin is something you can’t understand.”
Unconsciously, the surrounding fog gradually faded.
The figures in the fog disappeared together with the fog, and two figures also appeared behind Fu Qingzhou.
One of them has blood-red eyes and is holding a long knife, while the other has blue eyes and is carrying a bow and arrow.
They all looked exactly like Fu Qingzhou, with many injuries on their bodies. They stood calmly behind Fu Qingzhou, looking at the masked man with hostility in their eyes.
“It’s really not easy to struggle out of you.”
Fu Qingzhou’s smile was a bit difficult and laborious: “But when I got close to you, what I saw was nothingness, endless emptiness. That's not where I came from at all."
"That's..."
The masked man whispered: "Tao..."
"I don't care what it is." Fu Qingzhou interrupted him: "Where I come from is not a place without games, comics, novels, and even less life. "
As he spoke, he turned to the man with blood-red eyes: "You are Qi Ran."
Qi Ran nodded slightly.
Fu Qingzhou turned to the man with blue eyes: "Then you are Yiran."
Yiran nodded.
"Do me a favor." Fu Qingzhou said tiredly: "Stop arguing now, drive this weird thing away, and we can talk about things between us later."
Yiran said calmly : "I don't mind, look at him."
"I..." Qi Ran sighed: "That's all."
As he said that, he raised the knife.
Yiran also set up his big bow and bent it to draw arrows.
Fu Qingzhou slowly retreated. The masked man faced the blade and arrow light, standing still, but the eyes under the mask looked at Fu Qingzhou quietly.
The next moment, the knife fell, the arrow arrived, and the masked man melted into the mist like smoke, and finally disappeared.
At the same time, in reality, the pattern on Fu Qingzhou's forehead suddenly stopped flickering and quickly faded in the wind.
(End of this chapter)