Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 119
No wonder the memory of “Spirit King” is exactly the same as his.
There is the spring breeze sitting on the window sill where flowers were once accumulated, and the south window where twelve boys are surrounded by evil spirits.There are every section of the road he has traveled, every lively street he has passed through, every person he has met, and every life and death he has seen.
No wonder his every move was entrusted by this “Spirit King”, and there was no trace of sloppiness, even the sword intent was exactly the same.
How could it be different…
That was his sword.
After splitting the Shenmu, he sealed the spirit sword in the Luohuatai.After 300 years, it has not been used again.
Unexpectedly, Lingtai Tiandao actually used this sword as a spiritual object to transform into a body, and then borrowed the tribute seal to absorb spiritual power, and finally became the spirit king above the chaotic line.
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At that moment, the chaotic line of the spirit king suddenly opened his eyes.
The spiritual power belonging to Wu Xingxue in his body trembled heavily, and the outline of his figure became hazy and blurred amid the tremors. From a distance, it looked like a long straight sword shadow wedged straight into the ground.
The sword shadow trembled slightly, as if it had reacted as a spirit sword.
There is a boundless sword intent projected from him!
Each one is covered with frost and coldness, and the sharpness also reveals the kind of compassion that Wu Xingxue usually has.
Those sword intents came from the inside out, and the power of the spiritual platform that enveloped him was pierced to pieces.It’s like the thick clouds that hang around the shining sun have been swept away a little.
Wu Xingxue felt that kind of looseness most clearly.
He could feel that the spirit king was getting out of the way little by little, and he could control the body.
It seemed that after 300 years, he held his sword for the first time in a long time.
But at the moment when the “spirit king” loosened completely and he held the sword, overwhelming screams and howls suddenly enveloped Wu Xingxue.
Unexpected severe pain and severe cold instantly swept through the whole body.
It was an irresistible pain that came too suddenly, Wu Xingxue arched his back, and supported the sharp stone on the edge of the cliff.
The edges and corners of the rock were as sharp as knives, and Wu Xingxue gripped them so tightly that his fingers were instantly stained red when they were scratched by the edges and corners.But he felt nothing.
Because the severe pain and severe cold on his body had already overshadowed everything.
At first, Wu Xingxue didn’t realize where this severe pain and severe cold came from.Until he felt the severe pain like ten thousand ants eating his heart.
Only then did he understand that it was a pain similar to the Tribulation Period.
The pain was not unreasonable, but from the person who had killed.
All Xianmen disciples in the world have learned a saying——
It is said that people hate the most when they are about to die.Whether it’s a good person or a bad person, whether it’s an innocent victim or a deserved crime, as long as there is even the slightest resentment, they will all resent the person who killed him.
That kind of profound unwillingness will be wrapped around the murderous hands, wrapped around the murderous sword, clinging to the soul of the murderer, asking questions day and night.
As long as there is a chance, he will show up, like ten thousand ants eating one’s heart.
That is the resentment that even the gods are afraid of.
This is where the demon’s catastrophe comes from…
The pain of King Ling also comes from this.
When Wu Xingxue’s hand held his sword again, the kind of resentment that even gods feared came to him, like a thousand black mist pouring down.
He saw countless pale faces in the dark clouds that could not see the sun.
That was the person he had killed under the imperial edict.
He has a terrible habit of looking casual, but has an excellent memory for these things.
He remembered everyone on those chaotic lines that he had killed with his own hands.
I remember how those people looked when they walked in the streets and chatted with people.Even some of them, when they first saw him, didn’t know what he was going to do, and even smiled at him.
In the end, he either cried or died at his hands in a daze.
It is precisely because he remembers everyone, listens to every curse and resentment, and quietly bears the pain and cold caused by the soul of the dead biting the soul, so he cannot tolerate the Lingtai Tiandao that attracts people again and again. Opening chaotic lines, calculating the life and death of mortals in its forced balance time and time again.
So he won’t regret it.
Never regretted it.
How about falling from cloud nine to the abyss?So what if he changed from a spirit king to a devil?
If he encounters the same moment as 300 years ago again, he will still split his soul, scrape all his divine power, shatter his immortal essence, and let the Shenmu completely disappear from the world.
He would still stand straight, with resentment wrapped all over his body, looking at the Lingtai Tiandao above the sky, and asking: “Did you see, this is the death of a mortal.”
The life and death of all spirits is as important as a thousand weights, and it is almost impossible to move an inch when it is wrapped around the body.You have never carried an inch on your back, never experienced a point, so how can you calculate? !
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The overwhelming resentment and the people who had been killed one after another suddenly struck at this moment, like a deterrent.
To deter Wu Xingxue is to deter that Spirit King.
The spirit king’s body was shaped by that spirit sword, and he was also bearing the resentment that Wu Xingxue suffered.But he had never had a body before, and this was the first time.
He never knew that when the souls of the dead gathered together in one place, they would be so thick and dense that no amount of spiritual power would be able to break them away.It turned out that the resentment between life and death was really so heavy that he was almost bent down.
It turns out that it is so difficult for the soul to be bitten and eaten, and the cold of the dead soul is so cold that people can’t help shivering.
But all of this was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he saw those pale faces.
The long sword in his hand trembled and hummed, and then, countless cracks spread from the hilt to the tip of the sword.
A voice seemed to surround him, saying to him in great humming and pain: “That is a murderous hand, that hand is wrapped in hatred, he has no right to hold a sword…”
“He shouldn’t be here, he should go back.”
“Send him back.”
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Everything loosened by King Ling was slowly healed in all kinds of pain, and the cloud and mist slowly shrouded it back again.The relationship between Wu Xingxue and him became unstable again.
He instinctively resisted in pain, and wanted to cut off the tribute seal.
But in the process of Gong Yin’s effectiveness gradually weakening, the pain like ten thousand ants eating one’s heart actually got better.Those resentments also became blurred for him.
It seemed that Wu Xingxue was the only one who lingered around from the beginning to the end.
He was just implicated.
As long as he cuts off the connection, he doesn’t have to suffer any more.
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Everything happened at that moment——
The whole world vibrated violently, just like before at the bottom of the Great Compassion Valley.
Surrounded by thousands of dead souls, Wu Xingxue didn’t even notice the vibration.But when he blinked away the blood on his eyelashes and opened his eyes again, he felt the world spinning…
It took him a moment to react to the meaning of the shaking and cracking——
He, Xiao Fuxuan, and even Fang Chu were about to be swept out of that chaotic line again.
In the chaos, he vaguely felt the high wall of restriction dissipate, and he heard Xiao Fuxuan’s voice, and Fang Chu’s “City Lord”.
The next moment, he was hugged by someone.
He wanted to say that he almost succeeded, but unfortunately…
This time they have no follow-up.
Xiao Fuxuan returned to his body, and Fang Chu was also swept out.There is nothing above the chaotic line that can pull them out.
In this way, they and the entire world became passive parties, and could only wait for the Spirit King to come with his sword.
The chaotic mountains and rivers disappeared in the darkness, only the wind with heavy snow was still whistling, sweeping past my ears.
However, just when everything disappeared, the howling wind and snow suddenly stopped.
That moment was stretched to infinity.
No matter how many years later, they always remember this moment clearly.
At this moment, the wind and snow returned to dead silence in the darkness, and the whole world seemed to stop suddenly, no longer flowing forward.
Wu Xingxue took a breath.
I only heard the wind that had gone away suddenly become violent, and the heavy snow all over the sky rushed towards my face again.The chaotic mountains and rivers that disappeared in the darkness suddenly became clear, and they were within reach in an instant.
Even the Huaguang of the prohibitive high wall is still there.
The originally broken tribute seal suddenly circulated on its own, Wu Xingxue touched the side of his neck and looked up.
Seeing the spirit king’s long sword sticking to the ground, wrapped in the same resentment of the undead as himself, he straightened up in the dark fog and hunting wind.
At that moment they realized that they had been pulled back to the chaotic line at the nick of time.
The person who pulled them back was the Spirit King.
