Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 120
When pulling people back to the chaotic line, the severe pain and cold that had subsided on the “Spirit King” quickly swept up again.
Such bone-piercing cold, it only takes a little bit to make people physically and mentally stiff.The exposed neck and fingers became pale and colorless, and instantly turned a faint blue.
That kind of severe pain is absolutely unbearable, and even a god would bend over trembling.
He vaguely heard a voice in his head, which was so vague that he didn’t know where it came from, but it whistled like the strong wind in the wilderness and mountains.
“Does it hurt?”
“Is it cold?”
“The resentment of the dead is like this, no one in the world can be small, and no one can stop—”
The voice of “Spirit King” muffled behind the mask was soft and low, his fingers trembling uncontrollably, but he replied: “Is that so.”
The tone was exactly the same as that of Wu Xingxue.
The whistling sound was even louder, and even the ground was shaking.
“You’ll be broken like a bone.”
“It will be like being buried in an ice cliff.”
A more violent wind swept in, as if it wanted to overturn him or make him unable to stand still.
But when the tip of his sword touched the ground, he stood up straight and did not move again.
“You’ll be riddled with holes, you’ll bleed all over the place, you’ll be in so much pain.”
“You will regret it, you will cry out, and you will have nowhere to go.”
“Then you are wrong.” He still gently echoed the voice in his head, “I won’t.”
The power of the spiritual platform that was tightly suppressing him and enveloping him was completely broken at that moment.It was as if the earth was cracked, and the light penetrated hundreds of meters of clouds.
He pushed back against the overwhelming force that suppressed him, twitched the corner of his mouth and said: “I will never.”
His body is the sword of the Spirit King, and part of Wu Xingxue is in his blood.
The sword will not be riddled with holes, will not be overwhelmed with pain, and will not regret it.
He never only pointed forward.
And earlier, he was still a long branch of Shenmu wrapped in white jade essence.
He started from fearless life and death and asylum without asking for anything in return. From the moment he existed in this world, he was destined to be free from fear and retreat.
“So.” He moved his lips lightly, and replied silently, “You can’t scare me.”
“I woke up.”
***
At that moment, the entire chaotic world changed color!
“Ling King” looked up at the sky of Fengyun Jihui, and then looked in the direction of Wu Xingxue, Xiao Fuxuan and Fang Chu.
They are one, needless to say.
But “Spirit King” still said at that moment: “I know what to do, but I want to remind you.”
He raised his finger and pointed to the Xiandu Lingtai on the Jiuxiaoyun, and said: “Since it can affect and suppress me, it can also affect and suppress others. It is even much easier, after all…”
He stayed on this chaotic line for a long time, even though he was fully awake, he would still pause when he spoke.Even though he was wearing a mask, he could still feel him being stunned for a moment.
But he quickly became as determined as a stone, and said: “After all, this chaotic line is derived from its spiritual platform to a certain extent. Every fairy on the chaotic line is also derived from it. As long as it is willing, it can make the immortals Everyone is fighting against us for no reason.”
“so?”
“So if you use one to stop a hundred, and one to stop a thousand, there won’t be any more helpers.”
Xiao Fuxuan said: “Isn’t it a habit?”
Everyone was silent for a moment, and laughed.
indeed.
It was the same way 25 years ago, but it’s all over again.
In the next moment, those high walls of prohibition piercing through the sky shattered.The craziest wind outside the restriction mixed with the sound of the river flowed into the ears.
They faced the wind for tens of thousands of miles, like a radiance piercing through the nine clouds, hitting the Lingtai directly!
***
the other side.
From the time the “Spirit King” woke up, there was movement in the Lingtai of Xiandu on the Jiuxiaoyun, and countless biography flew out at that moment——
Sang Feng felt the changes in the mountains and rivers before, and he was patrolling the Fudo Mountains he was in charge of.Halfway through his tour, he stopped suddenly on the winding and difficult mountain road, and reached out to catch the passer-by coming through the forest.
The biography was unfolded to be blank, without any content.
But his body froze, his eyes froze, and after a while, he flew to Taiyin Mountain, and went up to Xiandu along the Tongtian Tower.
Thousands of miles away, in Jingguan, where there are huge graves everywhere, Meng Gu also received the letter.
She straightened up from a tombstone, holding the same blank biography, and was stunned for a while.Then he swept away the skirt and robe, and also flew away.
There is also the song of Xuechi.
She walked through the thunder and lightning that lingered in the snow pond all year round, and after receiving the letter, she pulled her long hair and tied it into a convenient bun.Taking Yunlei from Xuechi, he rushed to the north from the southern end.
……
Everywhere in the world, all the immortals in Xiandu received the same blank letter at the same time.
As the “Spirit King” said, he went straight to the Lingtai without any reason.They are accompanied by the fairy light, like thousands of flying rainbows, converging to the sky in an instant.
But in the fairy hall on the high cliff of the Lingtai, the people who were talking to the fairy head suddenly fell silent.
The entire fairy hall was plunged into an empty silence.That kind of quietness gave people a very strange feeling – obviously there were many immortals standing here, but it seemed that there was no one there, and they were all phantoms.
“What’s wrong?” Youxian asked cautiously, breaking the silence.
In the next moment, a fairy envoy climbed up to the twelfth-floor peak and hissed, “Someone forcibly broke into the Lingtai of Xiandu!!!”
***
All the scenes are exactly the same as the world 25 years ago, as if it happened yesterday.
Only this time, Wu Xingxue had an extra figure on her side——
When he was dressed in plain clothes and the wind wedged into the high cliff of Lingtai, the pale frost spread rapidly along the Yao Palace and Immortal Palace on the high cliff.In the blink of an eye, everything he passed was covered with ice and snow.
But when all the immortals in the Lingtai came with magic weapons, the lights of the immortal heads swept away, and the flames were dazzling.A long silver-white shadow came across, with a sword sound as clear as a breeze, and fell into Wu Xingxue’s always empty hand.
After a lapse of 300 years.
He was no longer the Spirit King, but he held the sword again.
This time, Xiao Fuxuan will not come here in a hurry.
His insolent sword intent and Wu Xingxue came side by side, like the most turbulent tide, sweeping across the sky.
Thousands of golden sword shadows fell straight in front of the immortals in the Lingtai. When they hit the ground, the ground of the Yao Palace Immortal Hall shattered and white stones splashed.
With one sword shadow, the immortals will not be able to move forward!
Wu Xingxue went straight through the fire ignited by the Shizhao Lantern, his body was like light, and with a silver and white sword flower in his arms, Ling Ran slashed straight down.
At that moment, the Ten Thousand Yao Palaces in Xiandu were shocked like thunder, and countless cracks spread out at the same time.
***
When the fairy capital was in turmoil, the clouds and mist under the ten thousand jade bridges in Lingtai kept surging.
If there is an immortal who sees it at this time, he will know it, it is a sign – it indicates that the foundation of the Lingtai in Xiandu is unstable, the evil vortex is constantly moving, and there is a sign of decline.
In order to suppress this decline and make Xiandu Lingtai flourish in an instant, more incense, more human prayers and offerings are needed.
However, the “bridge” between Chaoxian and the present world has been cut off, Feng Juyan and Feng Feishi have dissipated, and the incense and worship on both sides are not connected.
There is only one way to absorb more human incense and offerings in such a short period of time – to build some “bridges”.
Those who can be “bridges” are mostly spirits who are unwilling to perish and wander endlessly.They want a fresh body, a place where they can live, and a place to live.
And the place with the most such spirits in the world is Jingguan, where the graves are full of the ground and the dead gather.
Menggu, who is in charge of Jingguan, has already arrived in Xiandu at this moment, and under the complete suppression and influence of the Lingtai Heavenly Dao, she faces swords with her old friend.
So she failed to see that there was a strange phenomenon in the Jingguan she was in charge of – in the huge tomb, the fragmentary souls of the dead who were unwilling to perish were breaking free from the loess under six feet, bringing with them The cold wind wrapped in the dampness gathers in the same place.
The place where those souls gather is a wild mountain depression, with rugged mountains but scattered cliffs, and there are sharp traces of the spirit sword sweeping everywhere.
Just less than a moment ago, Wu Xingxue, Xiao Fuxuan and the chaotic “Spirit King” fought here.
This is the place to go.
***
Between the high mountains, the narrow road is windy.
Under the influence of the Heavenly Dao of the Lingtai, the hundreds of souls who were unwilling to perish opened a gap.
As long as they step into the present world and settle down in that world, the “bridge” will be erected again.
This time not just one, but a hundred.
With such a quantity, once it settles down, it will take a lot of trouble to cut it off.Even if Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan rushed to turn back at this time, it was too late.
Those souls screamed through the gap and went straight to the world.
However, when they were about to land, they saw a figure.
The man was not tall, but his figure was thin and thin.At first glance, they seem to be only fifteen or sixteen years old, but the eyes looking at them are so cold that they don’t look like teenagers.
It was none other than Ning Huaishan.
Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue broke the link between the present world and the chaos.So the entrance of the chaotic line is in the wilderness, but the exit of this world is in the night city.
At first, Ning Huaishan didn’t know why the city lord left him in this empty house and asked him to “guard the house”.He thought the city lord thought he wasn’t good enough to be a helper.
But he was always obedient, and even though he felt a little uncomfortable, he still obediently sat cross-legged under the giant tree where the birds never fell.
It wasn’t until this moment that he understood the intentions of the city lord and Tianxiu.
It turned out that no one thought he was not good enough to be a helper.
It turns out that this place must be guarded by trustworthy people.
Ning Huaishan saw those souls of unknown origin appearing in the corner of Que Bu Luo with the cold dampness on the chaotic line and the deep resentment that could not be ignored.
He narrowed his eyes and stood up from under the giant tree in an instant.
He twisted his neck and limbs, and stepped in front of those spirits.
The grievances of those souls surged like flames in the screams, and they flooded the high and low pavilions in the blink of an eye.
And Ning Huaishan stood in front of the smoldering resentment.
He lowered his eyes, bent his hands, and the intricate blue veins swelled up, from forehead to neck, to arms to backs of fingers.
The poisonous gas escaped from him continuously.
At that moment, poison gas and resentment collided violently!
The shaking of the ground and the roar of the soul resounded through the southernmost tip of Zhaoye City.
Ning Huaishan twitched one corner of his mouth in the long howl, revealing a rather devilish smile.While blatantly making moves, he said in a hoarse voice: “Sorry, you can’t get through the empty door of Quebuluo, someone is guarding the house!”
