Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 118
The connection of Gong and Yin can gradually bring the state of the two people to a balance bit by bit.
If the effect of Gong Yin was strong enough and the connection established was deep enough, Wu Xingxue could still try to influence that Spirit King.
If he succeeds, he can suppress the part of the spirit king that is controlled by the heavenly way of the spirit platform, so that the spirit king can completely wake up.
If it fails…
If it fails, it will be beheaded in this world.
The world that he once leaned on the top of the tree and overlooked all souls and brilliance will be destroyed.
Those places and people who have been lively, quiet, love and hate, sorrow and joy, life and death, heard crying and laughing, seen the spring and March, and the snow in the middle of winter, there is no trace of existence anymore.
He can’t afford to lose.
Wu Xingxue squeezed Xiao Fuxuan tightly, and repeated softly: “You believe me…”
The effect of tribute and seal flowed rapidly at that moment.
The spirit king resisted instinctively, and a shocking coercion and immortal power erupted all over his body——
The strong wind is coming!
Barriers suddenly appeared all around, and barriers made of immortal power rose from the ground, like countless walls piercing the sky, separating everyone.
“City Lord!”
“Tianxiu!”
Fang Chu jumped up, wanting to break through the restriction and go to Wu Xingxue’s side.
However, he took a step to the left, and a bar glowing with silvery white light crashed down against the tip of his nose.
He turned to the right, and the second shot came straight down as well.
He took another quick step back, and there was another attack behind him.
……
In the blink of an eye, all sides were locked.He was hooped within an inch and couldn’t move a single step!
His moves, vigor, power of demons, and his anxious and hissing shouts were all sealed in it and could not be transmitted.
The other side.
Xiao Fuxuan’s sword energy can surpass everything.
At the moment when those restrictions rose from the ground, thousands of insolent sword lights belonging to Tianxiu had already reached those high walls that were shining with brilliance.
But when the Wan Jun sword was as imposing as a broken bamboo, it was about to pierce through the high wall.
Where the sword points touched, blood flowed out, and the bright red traces meandered instantly, from top to bottom, endlessly.
When the forbidden blood oozes out, Xiao Fuxuan sees King Ling and Wu Xingxue tremble at the same time.
Xiao Fuxuan’s expression changed, and he withdrew his sword energy abruptly.
The moment the thousands of sword qi withdrew, the wind and mist closed.Under the gust of wind, the white mist drowned all directions of his side hoops in the blink of an eye.
So he could no longer see Wu Xingxue…
***
Tens of thousands of prohibitions fell down on the world forcefully, enough to separate rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, cities, and alleys, making it impossible to communicate with each other even if the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed.
There is only one place where two figures coexist.
It was Wu Xingxue and that Spirit King.
Wu Xingxue squeezed her empty hand and looked up.
That Spirit King’s body was shrouded in brilliance, he had the most powerful immortal essence, and the most mellow spiritual power flowing from his body, all of which came from Wu Xingxue himself when he was at his peak.
But after the circulation of the tribute seals, the Spirit King’s body was enveloped by a faint breath of demons, and the black mist wrapped around the Spirit King’s robe.
That scene was inexplicably shocking, like blood flowing into the spotless snow.
Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.
Because that scene was somewhat similar to the scene when he became a demon back then.
It’s just that the black mist wrapped around his body back then was not so thready, but surging, as if it could engulf everything.
At this moment, he seemed to be looking at himself in the past 300 years.
He watched himself entangled in the breath of the demon, watched the blood ooze out from unknown acupuncture points, soaking his robe bit by bit.Watching myself go from a “brilliant and dazzling” fairy to gradually pale and mottled, ghostly…
“Do you regret it?”
Wu Xingxue seemed to hear a voice asking.
Who is speaking?
Wu Xingxue frowned.
The voice was drowned in the howling hurricane of the enchantment, and it was extremely blurred.For a moment it was difficult to tell whether it was the self-talk that flashed in his mind, or the Lingtai Tiandao was asking him through the mouth of the spirit king.
Just when he was in a daze, the Spirit King who was holding the ground with a long sword suddenly raised his head.
Immortal power erupted in an instant, and the huge impact shook the mountains and rivers within the forbidden area.The connected tribute seal was broken for a moment under the shock.
It was at that time that the Spirit King turned his spirit sword, and a whirlwind came!
That figure was too fast, as swift as lightning.
One moment it was still a hundred feet away, and the next moment the tip of the sword was already in front of Wu Xingxue’s throat.
Wu Xingxue suddenly raised his eyes at that moment.
He tilted his head at King Ling, and just at the very last moment, he staggered the tip of the sword.
At the same time, his two fingers had already touched the character “Zhao” on the side of King Ling’s neck.
then……
The coercion poured from the tip of the sword hit one side of the mountain heavily.
When the hundred-foot-high cliff collapsed into sand and gravel, the coldest frost mixed with blood fell on the “Zhao” seal, spreading across the body in an instant.
The Spirit King and Wu Xingxue’s souls throbbed at the same time.
Gong Yin was connected again at that moment.
Wu Xingxue heard that voice again amidst the loud noise of the collapse of the high cliff.
Ask him: “Do you regret it?”
“You are asking?” Wu Xingxue moved her lips.
The King Ling was still wearing the silver silk mask that Wu Xingxue never left his hands, and his body trembled slightly under the increasingly heavy effect of the tribute seal, like a kind of struggle.
“What?” Ling Wang’s voice was hidden behind the mask, “No.”
In fact, he didn’t need to answer, Wu Xingxue also realized it.
The voice was not nearby, but resounded in all directions, bumping back and forth in the barrier and the heaven-penetrating restriction.Such a huge and unmistakable sound, but the Spirit King didn’t notice it.
It seemed that only Wu Xingxue could hear it from the beginning to the end.
At this moment, the tribute seal that had just been connected broke again.
The aura around Lingwang’s body instantly faded, and the struggling and trembling suddenly stopped.
Wu Xingxue narrowed her eyes.
I just felt a chill behind my back.
He knew what was going on without looking back, after all, the moves that King Ling used were the moves he was most familiar with.
At this moment, there are probably tens of thousands of flying swords filled with spiritual power, pulled to the clouds, and shooting straight at him!
Wu Xingxue didn’t turn her head back, but blocked it with her hands behind her back.
I saw snow foam gathering from the sky, condensing into a barrier in front of thousands of sword tips.
Frost spread rapidly along the flying sword, and then exploded with a bang.
It was like the world’s biggest snow fell within the prohibition.
At the same time that King Ling was shaken away, Wu Xingxue’s back was also smashed heavily on the dangerous peak and rocks.
Blood flowed out from the gaped vital point, instantly staining the robe.
The voice sounded again: “Do you regret it?”
Wu Xingxue coughed, wiped the blood on the side of her face with the back of her hand, and finally replied calmly this time: “What do you regret?”
Another move strikes!
Wu Xingxue barely dodged it, and it was a backhand move.
There is the world’s largest snow within the prohibition, covering the sky and covering the ground.He and Ling Wang couldn’t see each other, but every move could be executed with precision.
They have exactly the same attack habits, exactly the same parry and counterattack.
But Ling Wang is still at the peak, and he uses a sword.
As for Wu Xingxue’s sword, when he became a demon 300 years ago, it was sealed together in Luohuashan, his favorite city, and has never been used again.
So in an instant, Wu Xingxue’s robe was soaked with blood.
He continued the attack he was most familiar with, and blocked the sword intent he was most familiar with.When he hit the rock again, he heard the voice asking him one sentence at a time.
“You split the sacred tree, destroy your soul, and turn from a fairy to a demon.”
“You fell from the cloud nine into the deep pool of the devil’s lair. From the king of spirits to the devil that everyone talks about and evades like snakes and scorpions.”
“Obliterated, forgotten, cursed, and feared.”
“It’s going to be replaced now.”
The voices were everywhere, overlapping and overwhelming.With the fiercest wind and heavy snow.It was clearly vague, but it seemed to shake the mountains and rivers with the heaviest coercion.
“The immortal essence is all broken, the immortal body is no longer there, and even the simplest tribute seals are broken intermittently and can’t be effective.”
“Do you regret it?”
The wind swept across.
Wu Xingxue raised her eyes, and said softly and firmly at that moment: “No.”
The next moment, he raised his hand in the hurricane, and added a heavy tribute to the neck seal.
Suddenly, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, as if they had stopped in mid-air.
Fresh blood flowed out from the second tribute seal.
There used to be a well-known truth in Xiandu – the tribute seals on the statues of human gods can only be placed once, not more.Because the statues of gods are made of clay and golden bodies, they can’t bear it.
If it falls one more weight, the idol will burst into sand.
Later, someone said that if it was changed to a puppet body, the power it bears would be stronger.Gong Yin can barely fall to the double.But this is the limit, even if it is the deity of the fairy body, it must not exceed the third level.
However, at this moment, within the restriction of Xuemanqingtian.
Wu Xingxue’s long, thin and pale fingers landed on the tribute seal again and again, feeding it with blood.
Every time he falls, the figure of Ling Wang will become stiffer.
With every drop, the Ling King became more like him.
Every time he falls… the connection between him and his other self becomes tighter.
He was born with five tribute seals.
In the end, even his fingers were shaking, and his whole body was covered in bloodstains.But he lowered his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, moved his lips soundlessly, and said to the invisible wind of heaven and earth: “Look, how do you stop such a tribute seal?”
The moment the voice fell.
The wind and snow were howling, and he felt the same way as his other self.
They stood alone in the wind and snow, with the same body shape, the same posture, and the same blood stains but not dust.
At that moment, Wu Xingxue seemed to be in two bodies.
He is both the devil and the spirit king.
“Where did you come from…”
He asked softly in his heart, and then stimulated the most surging energy and spirit.
In the next moment, under the same understanding, he saw clearly the origin of the “Spirit King”.
In fact, Wu Xingxue once had doubts.
What kind of spiritual body is the body that can withstand the spiritual power and immortal energy at his peak, not only did not explode and die, but the whole body was shattered, and even really like the spirit king, going back and forth in the so-called “chaotic lines” .
Not only that, even the scenes that the spirit king saw in his memories were exactly the same as him.
How can there be a spiritual creature in the world that can easily do this?How can there be a body that can transform into such a spirit king?
It wasn’t until this moment that Wu Xingxue finally knew…
Because he felt the most familiar thing in the body of the King of Souls – sword intent.
It wasn’t imitated, nor was it created out of thin air, but the sword intent that once belonged exclusively to the Spirit King.
There has always been only one spiritual thing in the world, and it will have such a thing——
Wu Xingxue’s sword.
