Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 122
With Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu firmly guarding the “passage”, without a soul that can truly settle in this world, the “bridge” has never been able to be erected again.
Unable to absorb more incense offerings, and bearing the onslaught of Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue, the decadence of Xiandu slowly revealed——
Tens of thousands of Yao palaces are like ice cracks.
Thousands of miles away, dark clouds suddenly formed, covering the entire blue sky in an instant.
The world then went dark, followed by an explosion and thunder!In an instant, the wind and rain were pouring.
Fang Chu straightened up in the torrential wind and rain, and wiped the rain and blood mixed with water from the side of his face.
He glanced in the direction of Xiandu, without turning his head, he rushed to Ning Huaishan at the other end of the passage and said in a hoarse voice: “Hold on for a while, it seems to be fast…”
He wanted to say “it’s almost over”, but he stopped in mid-sentence, because he saw a piece of white at the end of the storm.
At first Fang Chu thought it was the mist caused by the heavy rain.Until he found that the piece of white was rapidly rolling towards here, the speed was so fast that it was almost a blink of an eye.
That is definitely not water mist!
Fang Chu’s pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment he realized…
That’s people.
Judging by the clothes and dress, it should be the fairy gate of the world on this chaotic line.
They may have come chasing the gathered spirits, or they may have been driven by the spirit of the Lingtai.Either way, it would be extremely bad for Fang Chu.
Because after stopping tens of thousands of souls, the breath of demons on his body has already been surging into the sky.In the eyes of the Xianmen disciples gathered around, he is the most problem that should be eradicated in this mountain.
“Fool.” Fang Chu looked over there, and suddenly said heavily, “That mouth of yours is really…”
Well, why talk about “if we all die”.
“What’s wrong with my mouth…” Ning Huaishan’s voice came from the other side of the world, and the sound of such a huge rain could not cover the panting and fatigue in his voice, “Your last sentence is also fucking… Not finished.”
Fang Chu wanted to say, “There is big trouble here, and I may not be able to stop it”, but he changed his words again.
He watched thousands of disciples of the immortal sect copying weapons of war and rushing towards him, but he didn’t say a word.In the end, he only said one sentence: “Forget it, it’s okay, but I’m tired, so I have to be lazy. There may be more souls rushing to the world in a while, you…”
Fang Chu paused and said, “Will you be beaten?”
Ning Huaishan spat something over there, and hissed: “I can’t lie down… Come!”
***
In the world, there are often fairy gates to surround evil spirits, eliminate evil spirits and defend the way, which is justified.
But today such a scene is really rare in the world.Because there are too many people…
The robes of the disciples of the Immortal Sect are like clouds and covers, and there are still a steady stream of souls of the dead.The sharp light of the sword and magic weapon was mixed with resentment, like a torrent of huge waves pouring down, enveloping it in an instant.
It was an attack that Fang Chu could not resist despite all his efforts, not to mention that he was already exhausted.
“It’s about to fulfill Ning Huaishan’s unlucky words…”
Fang Chu said to himself in his heart.
But he still gritted his teeth and stood up fiercely in the smell of blood in his mouth, about to blow himself up to kill him.
However, when he blew himself up, something suddenly appeared and blocked his life gate and heart acuity.
Fang Chu was taken aback.
The protective spiritual power was frosty and cold, and it was the breath of the city lord.
He suddenly remembered the scene many years ago——
He was crippled like a rag, picked up by Wu Xingxue, soaked in the pool of blood under the big tree, feeling overwhelmed with pain and groggy, feeling himself going back and forth in the gate of ghosts, until the severed limb reappeared. Growth, wound healing slowly.
On the day when he struggled to open his eyes, the city lord stood by the pool of blood in plain clothes, bent down, and patted his forehead with his palm.
He was trembling at the time, thinking that this notorious devil was going to kill him, but he found that the other party just had a touch of spiritual power in his body.
Since then, he has really survived with his hands and feet.
Since then, he has never really encountered a near-death situation.
Because there is always a touch of spiritual power that will give him a hand.
……
That’s why Fang Chu didn’t want to let anyone down, and wanted to do his best to help the city lord and Tianxiu.But right now, he has no choice but to blew himself up.
In a brief moment of stupefaction, the sharpest edge of thousands of weapons and weapons is in sight.
Fang Chu’s breath was stagnant, and it was too late to react.
That was the most critical moment in this mountain——
The front tip of the sword was only a few centimeters away from Fang Chu’s eyeballs, and it would pierce through his head in the next moment, nailing him firmly to the cliff.
At that moment, countless white flying swords came from the clouds, and each phantom became a long “line”, like meteors whistling.
Those “threads” cover the sky and the earth, intertwined into a huge fairy net, which suddenly opened in front of Fang Chu’s eyes as if it was born out of the sky, and suddenly retracted while blocking the thousands of magical weapons!
Those immortal disciples and spirits who flew towards Fang Chu were blocked behind the net.
The next moment, their bodies were covered with snow-white frost, and they could no longer hold the magic weapons stably under the freezing cold, so they couldn’t move forward.
“The city lord?!”
When Fang Chu saw Shuangxue, he knew who this trick came from.
Under this cross, he barely saved his life.
***
But at this time in Xiandu, everything is at a critical moment.
As soon as Wu Xingxue took the move from the human world, he heard that voice again. When he and Xiao Fuxuan swept away the crowd of immortals, they rushed towards the Lingtai with the smell of blood and awe-inspiring aura.
The indistinct voice sounded again.
Perhaps because of the same origin, Wu Xingxue is still the only one who can hear it.But when it fell into his ears, it seemed to come from all directions, resounding throughout the entire fairy city.
“Have you thought about it?”
“Why do you frequently get into trouble?”
“Because you’ve always been. Being distracted when you shouldn’t be, stepping in to stop things that don’t matter.”
“What an irrelevant matter…” Wu Xingxue raised his sword to another peak of the Lingtai, the tip of the sword swept across the cliff, and the snow sprayed, “What is an irrelevant matter?”
“Someone’s life?”
“Or is it true of all living things?”
Behind them, the last peak of the Lingtai made a huge cracking sound, was shattered, turned into stone dust and fell down.
There are a total of twelve spiritual peaks hanging high in Xiandu Lingtai, each of which has a restriction.On weekdays, those mountains of swords and seas of fire and clumps of illusions are all punishments for the immortals who violated the rules of the immortals.But at this moment, those became the barriers to stop Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan.
Wu Xingxue replied through sound transmission: “To you, a person’s life and death are really irrelevant. They can be used to fill good and evil, and to ‘calculate’ life and death. To me, the person I bring is a life. Nothing less.”
Holding the sword, Wu Xingxue straightened up.The demonic aura on his body was as fierce as flames, and the resentment of the living beings was wrapped around him endlessly, screaming, biting, and torturing.
His face was pale, but his whole body was covered with blood, which was incompatible with this flawless fairy city.
……
He obviously sat on this cloud, and was called gentle and compassionate, and he was also called “a glimpse of surprise”.
He is obviously the earliest immortal here.
Now, because it is opposite to Lingtai, it has become the most incompatible existence here.Except for Xiao Fuxuan and the sword in his hand, everyone here wants to call him “evil devil”.
The immortals who were swept away attacked him for unknown times, such as Yun Hai, Meng Gu, Sang Feng, Or Ge…etc.
Those former old friends are completely controlled by the spirit platform and heaven above this chaotic line.With unsmiling faces, they came from all directions manipulating various magical weapons, and fought against them time and time again.
That offensive was heavier, more difficult, and more regrettable than the melee in Xiandu 25 years ago.
Because they are fighting with their lives this time.
All the immortals burned the spirit gods wildly, and all the sacrifices at that moment were life moves.Because Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan were still one step away from the Lingtai.
And Lingtai Tiandao is sure of one thing – these immortals, they can’t kill them now.
Wu Xingxue held the spirit sword in her hand, and she already had the heaviest and most unbearable resentment of the souls of the dead in her life.And the immortals in Lingtai often bestow blessings on the world, and they are covered with the best wishes and blessings in the world.
Such a fairy can be worth tens of thousands of people.
Killing one more, the resentment entangled in Wu Xingxue’s body would be enough to make him unable to stand up and hold the sword.
And Wu Xingxue couldn’t give up his sword.
Because he was already in the body of a demon, he needed this spirit sword, and the “spirit king” who needed the chaotic thread cut the most important sword at the last moment-cut off the chaotic thread, and the spirit altar would no longer exist.
It’s like a dead knot.
Under the deadlock, the immortals were under the control of Lingtai, and wanted to intercept him and Xiao Fuxuan before the finish line.
That would be the most dazzling and tragic scene in this fairy city—thousands of immortals sacrificed their fate at the same time and smashed down on this spiritual peak.
From then on, all uncontrolled contradictions and troubles that escaped from the way of heaven will no longer exist.
And before that moment, that ethereal voice said to Wu Xingxue: “You always talk about calculations, but it’s not like that. Everything in it is balanced.”
“balance?”
“Balance…” Wu Xingxue repeated and laughed.
He said softly: “In fact, I’ve been thinking… Can you still count as the heartless, shapeless, and shapeless Dao of Heaven?”
“I’ve thought about it for a long time, and now I have the answer.”
He looked up.
The figures besieged by the immortals were reflected in his eyes like a long cloud.The cutting edges and sharp edges of those magic weapons came out from the clouds and mist, wrapped in the fastest and strongest wind howling.
But he just exchanged a glance with Xiao Fuxuan, then looked at the peak of Lingfeng not far away, and said, “You’ve been gone for a long time.”
“When you hope that you will live forever, hope that the fairy city will flourish, and hate yourself to collapse and disappear, you will have ‘life and death’.”
“When you interfere with the affairs of immortals, demons and mortals for the sake of ‘life and death’, leading to chaos and right and wrong, you have ‘good and evil’.”
“When you are in the ‘good and evil’, you have no right to override all living beings, and then to balance good and evil.”
“You’re already unworthy, so why are you talking about ‘balance’?”
The moment the words fell, Xiandu Fengyun stopped suddenly.
The huge suction comes from the ground of Xiandu, which is comparable to the combined pressure of all immortals.It was as if a mighty force rushed in, grabbed all the cliffs and slammed them on the ground——
In the next moment, Xiandu will be shattered into pieces!
That was probably the wrath of the heavens.
In the midst of the torrential disaster, a voice sounded coldly: “I can test the truth of this statement.”
The one who spoke was Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal of Tianxiu.
The pale golden seal on his neck lighted up slightly at that moment, and immediately after, his spirit sword whizzed past amidst the turbulent wind and falling cliff rubble, and was nailed straight to the altar.
The sword trembled more than ever, and the golden light flowed through the blade one by one.
The sword was carried by Xiao Fuxuan for hundreds of years, and for the first time, cracks appeared.
The crack went up from the tip of the sword and spread to the hilt in an instant.It seemed as if it would shatter into cold iron shavings the next moment.
A more violent gust of wind roared, coiling around the sword.In the end, a wind vortex like a mad dragon was formed.
Just before the spirit sword was completely shattered, the blade finally lit up, as if flowing golden light.
Those who have seen Tianxiu can tell at a glance that whenever the spirit sword becomes like this, it is doing one thing——
cross-examination.
Everyone in the world said that before beheading and punishing evil spirits, the Immortal Tianxiu would always nail them down with a sword and ask the heaven why he came here.
But now it’s the other way around.
Regardless of the chaotic line or the present, whether it is the past or the future, this is the grandest interrogation.
This is Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal of Tianxiu, questioning the heavens on behalf of all living beings in the world.
Ask for everything that died and disappeared under the forced good and evil for hundreds of years, as well as the precarious and dark world…
Why come here? !
