Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 80
The rune appeared, and the fog of the past finally cleared a little.
When the runes were circulating in both hands, Wu Xingxue suddenly remembered the feeling at the moment when the spirit split.What Xiao Fuxuan said is correct, it is indeed unbearable for ordinary people, and the pain is too painful.
But that kind of pain is a bit more special to him – he was transformed into a god tree, the soul in his body is empty, and the spirit of the god tree is real.So when the spirit was separated, the towering giant tree that shed its flowers all the year round was still as silent as before, and all the pain fell on him.
It was a shadow-like pain, intangible and untouchable, and I didn’t even know where to start to relieve it, but it really existed.
That was the only strange feeling in the world. His body was unharmed, and the spirit in his body was intact to anyone in the world, but in fact, his real spirit had been divided into pieces along with the Shenmu. Two, it was never complete again.
Two kinds of runes, positive and negative, are hidden in his body, representing the two halves of the Shenmu, with dry in one hand and glorious in the other.
So when the disciples of the Hua family put a soul-detecting talisman on him to find out if he was a demon, he subconsciously switched hands.Because when his two wrists stick out, there will be different results. On the one hand, there will be a lifeless energy that ordinary people should not have, and on the other hand, there will be an energy that does not see any problems.
Even if he forgot all his past and didn’t remember these things, he never reached out again.
Every time I handed out my wrist, every time I grabbed Xiao Fuxuan, every time I let Xiao Fuxuan’s energy pour in along the fingertips, it was the hand full of vitality.
And those qi energies wandered in his body, even if he passed through all the meridians and vital points, he couldn’t find any clues.Because there is still an empty spirit in his body, no matter how he probes, he is safe and sound.
……
***
Xiao Fuxuan looked at his two handed spirit division runes, his face was more ugly than ever.
“No wonder…”
No wonder no matter what you do, Wu Xingxue’s so-called “tribulation period” can’t be completely improved.No wonder those chills are always unable to be dispelled like necrosis attached to the bone, just after being suppressed, they grow again, and the source can’t even be found.
Everything comes from this.
Because Wu Xingxue’s real soul has long been damaged and split into two.This pair in the body is just a phantom used to deceive people.
The root doesn’t move, facing the phantom, no matter how much you recuperate, it will be futile.
“You—” He raised his eyes to look at Wu Xingxue, his pale thin lips moved, and was about to speak, when there was a cracking sound from behind.
Xiao Fuxuan looked back, Wu Xingxue also raised his eyes suddenly.
It turned out that Feng Xueli’s “Dian Zhao” formation suddenly showed strange behavior after repeated trials and failed. Those large formations flowing from all directions in Zhaoye City to Quebuluo Courtyard fluctuated violently, as if suddenly boiling of water.
The flickering golden characters on the towering tree quickly faded along the trunk lines, receding to the twisted roots, and the whole piece of soil cracked under Huaxin’s palm.
There is a howling wind under each crack, like a giant dragon soaring up from the depths of the ground.
The wind wrapped around Feng Xueli’s palm in an instant, pulling him down with a mighty force——
However, any ordinary disciple of the immortal sect or an ordinary demon in this situation would either be pulled and smashed to pieces by the huge force, and would be directly sucked into the ground.Or one arm will be torn off in the struggle.
But Feng Xueli did not.
With a twist of his wrist holding the lamp, the light drew a dazzling circle on the head of the pole.
Where the circle of light draws, the coercion radiates like a sharp knife, cutting even the wind.
The strong wind that entangled him suddenly stopped, and he withdrew his palm, and it dissipated in the wind instantly like green smoke.The next moment, his figure appeared in another corner of the yard.
When the formation fails, it will collapse and perish, and this movement is a kind of backlash when it collapses and perishes.
Feng Xueli’s figure was like smoke, and he avoided it just right.
However, under the tree, the surging spiritual power gathered by the “point call” has nowhere to vent, like an invisible sea tide, roaring and rushing towards all directions.
That bursting sound sounded at this time.
When Wu Xingxue raised his eyes, he could only feel the surging force rushing towards his face. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hands to strike, and felt that he was completely protected in his arms.
Xiao Fuxuan faced the tall trees and the collapsing formation with his shoulders and back, hugged him with one hand, and turned the long sword in the other, and turned his back to the back to block——
Clang!
Under the sharp and crisp sound of metal and stone colliding, sparks splashed out from the blade.
The surging spiritual power was blocked by him from the sword energy.
The splashing sparks were scorching hot and dazzling, Wu Xingxue squinted her long eyes, and heard Xiao Fuxuan hugging him tightly, and her jerky voice rang in her ears.
He said, “Wu Xingxue, how could you do it?”
The pain of splitting spirits is very unbearable, even a fairy is like being torn alive, his liver and gallbladder are torn apart.
How did you do it?
“I…” Wu Xingxue opened his mouth, but found no words to answer.
Because he couldn’t say anything, and he couldn’t tell why he was like this, and why he came to the step of “dividing the spirit” of the Shenmu.
But at a certain moment, perhaps because of the influence of the “calling” formation just now, he vaguely felt that something flashed through his mind, but he couldn’t catch it in a hurry.
Under the influence of Mengling, those memories were like being covered in a huge black curtain. Now because of Feng Xueli’s “calling” array, there is a bit of stimulation to this giant tree that never falls, and this stimulation It fell on him again.As a result, the black curtain seemed to be partly lifted.
Wu Xingxue was taken aback.
In a daze, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood.
what happened?Wu Xingxue frowned, and asked Xiao Fuxuan, “Whose blood is yours?”
“No.” Xiao Fuxuan replied.
They turned around sharply, followed the smell of blood, and found that it was Feng Xueli’s blood.
***
Feng Xueli retreated to the courtyard wall, but still looked up at the lush giant tree.
He quickly drew two strokes on his palm, raised his bloody palm without blinking, and clenched it into a fist. The blood dripped down the fist and formed a puddle on the ground.
He didn’t show too much unwillingness, nor did he show too much embarrassment because the big formation failed once.His expression is even still calm, but because of a puddle of blood, he looks a little pale.
But his actions revealed a hidden stubbornness.
The laughing fox was hit hard by the surging spiritual power before, and hit the courtyard wall heavily, with the force on his abdomen and back, he vomited a big mouthful of blood.
He was so panic-stricken and terrified because of the phrase “Mingwu Immortal Head” that he even forgot to make a move, but he suddenly came back to his senses under this heavy blow.
He thought of the thought that had popped up countless times——
The young master he grew up with seemed to be slowly disappearing, or hiding in a corner of this body, unable to make a sound.But now this Feng Xueli, who always has a calm face but faintly coercive, is actually someone else.
He has always avoided thinking about this issue, on the one hand, he is unwilling to accept it, and on the other hand, he feels that such a huge Feng family is, after all, a well-known immortal sect in the world.Feng Xueli is also the youngest son of the Feng family, and there is a pair of brothers and sisters who are in charge of the family. No matter how close the relationship is or not, no one should be so bold as to borrow the body of the youngest son under the nose of the Feng family.
He couldn’t think of anyone who could do this kind of thing, but now, the sentence “Ming Wu Xianshou” seemed to give the answer to everything.
Yes, what if the culprit is not from the human world, but a higher existence than the fairy gate?If it was Ming Wu Xianshou, it would not be difficult to do such a thing under the nose of the Feng family.
But in the world, there are so many living human bodies, if the dignified fairy head wants to use the living human body to return to his soul, why did he choose the youngest son of the Feng family who is rarely born?
Is there something special about the Feng family, or is there something special about this youngest son, that even Ming Wuhuaxin should be treated differently?
What’s more, it’s Mingwu Huaxin…
That was the immortal head of the Lingtai that was once most admired by the immortal sects in the world, and the most enshrined immortal in all places.His portrait hangs in many places, and his god statues surround many city houses.
Not only the common people, but even the disciples of Xianmen often made vows to him.Regardless of whether it is a portrait or a statue of a god, he always lowered his eyebrows halfway, holding his fairy treasure “Lamp of the World”, and holding the fairy mountain white deer, looking at everyone peacefully.
It seems that the worldly affairs have nothing to do with him, and all the worldly affairs fall into his eyes.
How did such a person become what he is now?
The laughing fox looked at Feng Xueli’s figure, saw his tattoos spreading from the side of his neck to his chin became more and more obvious against the pale skin, and for some reason felt an indescribable complex feeling in his heart.
It was hard for him to describe whether it was shock, disbelief, or something else…
But after seeing Feng Xueli’s hands covered in blood, all those thoughts were forgotten.
Whether it’s “Mingwu Immortal Head”, or the young master he watched grow up, Xiaohu couldn’t care about anything for a while.Almost instinctively, he rushed to Feng Xueli’s side, and opened his mouth and called out: “Master!”
He covered his heart, while holding the scimitar to protect Feng Xueli’s back.One side said: “Master, what are you going to do again? Why do you have to let so much blood?!”
“Back off.” Feng Xueli didn’t answer, but just said something lightly.
“Master!”
“Get out.”
The second time the voice fell, the laughing fox was knocked away by an invisible force, and retreated several feet.
And when he was knocked away, Feng Xueli stepped on the puddle of blood dripping from him.
In an instant, flowers sprouted from his feet.
The long branches grew out of the blood puddle out of thin air, exactly the same as those flowering branches wrapped around Yun Hai at the bottom of the Great Compassion Valley, and also exactly the same as the tattoo on the side of his neck.
Those branches spread out like countless slender spirit snakes, and they were about to climb up the towering tree in the blink of an eye.
The surging spiritual power, with an evil spirit that is neither immortal nor ghost, moved forward along the branches and oscillated in the entire Quebec Courtyard.
Those branches and vines tightly covered the cracks in the ground, and even the cracks were closed.And those spiritual powers reconnected the broken and collapsed “Summoning” array.
Seeing this scene, Wu Xingxue instantly understood——
Feng Xueli was indeed persistent, he actually wanted to try again.
***
As far as Feng Xueli was concerned, he did not see the runes that surfaced and disappeared in Wu Xingxue’s hands, and he had never set foot in the Canglang Northern Territory where demons were specially imprisoned. After all, it was the territory controlled by Xiao Fuxuan.
He has never seen the dead tree that runs through the 33 caves, and it is even more impossible to realize the connection between the dead tree and the tree that does not fall.
Therefore, he has no way of knowing that Shenmu has been divided.
In his opinion, the giant tree in front of him is the sacred tree. He has checked it for a long time, and there is no reason to make a mistake.
And as long as this is Shenmu, he should be able to succeed.
Since it doesn’t work for a while, then he will get up again.
He had waited patiently for so many years, so he shouldn’t have retreated easily, otherwise what would the previous hundreds of years be?
He could not withdraw, and there was nothing to withdraw.
I can’t remember exactly when, but there was once a person who said: “It’s not a bad thing to be stubborn, anyway, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. It’s just that it seems silly occasionally. But so what? I do my own thing. , He said his own, it doesn’t bother me.”
The person who said this didn’t know why he was a little angry at the time, so he kept talking for a while, then suddenly changed his subject and asked, “Is there anything in this world that can make you refuse to forgive?”
“There must be none right now, I don’t know if there will be in the future. I…” The speaker shook his head and smiled, “Hey” and said: “Can I have the honor to meet you? I’m really curious.”
Back then he had nothing to answer, because what the man said made sense, and he couldn’t refute it, and he couldn’t foresee anything.
Today, however, he can answer: “Now there is.”
Unfortunately, no one has been waiting for this answer.
But that’s okay too.
Isn’t that what it means to not give up, even if no one is waiting or watching, he still has to try again.
If the spiritual power is not enough, just pull some more people.If the array is not heavy enough, add some blood.
***
When those flowers and branches finished repairing the formation, the blue-gray sky of Zhaoye City shook with thunder, and all the demons, big and small, who had gathered towards the sparrows all felt the wind sweeping across their faces at that moment, carrying the fragrance of flowers and trees from somewhere.
They were confused by that fragrance for a moment, and suddenly felt spiritual power surge under their feet.
There seemed to be an irresistible bamboo pump under the ground, and the huge suction wrapped around their legs, so that they could not move.I just felt that the energy of the demon all over my body was rushing towards the soles of my feet, as if being drawn by someone.
The demons are in awe!
“what happened?”
“I…I can’t move!”
“Is this calculated?!”
“definitely is.”
“Who did it? Who had the guts to—”
“You still have to ask? Who else do you think?”
……
Indeed, the entire Zhaoye City could not find a third answer.
Sure enough, they soon discovered that the demon energy in their bodies was rushing towards the bird, and it was borrowed out of thin air.
The borrower is none other than Feng Xueli.
The various formations he has deployed in Zhaoye City over the years have taken effect one after another, and they can help him at this moment.Both his body and spirit have been wounded, and he is far from the peak state, but relying on these borrowed evil spirits, he can do it again.
He is not a reckless person, and he has left behind.
If the “summoning” formation cannot be completed today, then he can also use these demonic energy to twist the formation and set up a barrier around the towering tree Quebuluo that he can pass through.
In this way, if there is a suitable time in the future, he will still have a way to come under this tree.
***
With Feng Xueli’s plan in mind, he was about to step in front of the giant tree with one step.
However, as soon as his boots were about to touch the ground, he felt a breath of frost sweeping across his face.
It was a kind of cold air that people couldn’t avoid. The moment he was hit by that cold air, it was as if the whole person was frozen from the outside to the inside.
He seemed to be able to feel the frost on his brows and eyes, not only that, even the internal organs were covered with pale frost at that moment.
Only one person has this kind of extreme cold energy…
It was none other than Wu Xingxue.
Feng Xueli stopped suddenly, and saw Wu Xingxue’s slender fingers approaching his eyes.The breath of frost flowed out from the fingers of his sleeve.
Wu Xingxue bent his long finger, and Feng Xueli turned into a wisp of smoke again and disappeared before his finger.
“With few enemies and many enemies, why bother if there is no immortal head.” Wu Xingxue’s voice seemed to be frosty, and it seemed light and indistinct in the snow mist falling from the giant trees.
The smoke and dust gathered behind Wu Xingxue in an instant, the speed was so fast that he couldn’t even blink.
With a flick of Feng Xueli’s fingers, the lamp he was holding swept across, and the flame instantly enveloped Wu Xingxue in it.Only then did he open his mouth to answer: “Not necessarily.”
“What?” Wu Xingxue was startled.
“It doesn’t necessarily mean that there are fewer enemies and more enemies.” Feng Xueli answered completely.
The moment the words fell, Wu Xingxue frowned, her intuition was not very good.
Sure enough, he only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and countless candles were burning in front of his eyes.He could see countless lamps swaying slightly in the wind, and the frightened flames were connected into pieces and extremely blurred.
That kind of experience is really uncomfortable, like being blinded by the light, let alone trying to find out the east, west, north, south.
Wu Xingxue could feel that Feng Xueli’s sweep was not an attack, but an intention to trap him in this prison.And the moment the lantern came up, he vaguely saw Feng Xueli’s move was directed at Xiao Fuxuan.
Wu Xingxue’s heart skipped a beat, feeling a little weird.
Why is he circled and Xiao Fuxuan attacked?
He is the one in the Tribulation Period, as we all know that the demons in the Tribulation Period cannot be aggressive, even saying “weakness” cannot be refuted.But if a normal person wants to pick a counter move, he should pick him, not Xiao Fuxuan, right?
Why did Feng Xueli do the opposite?
unless……
Unless in Feng Xueli’s view, Xiao Fuxuan is more restrained at this time.Or what Feng Xueli did to make Xiao Fuxuan even more restrained at this time.
Thinking of this, and then thinking about the sentence just now that “there may not be many enemies with few”, Wu Xingxue’s face darkened, eager to get out of this prison.
But he doesn’t remember any way to break the formation…
The smile that often floated in Wu Xingxue’s eyes could not be seen at the moment, and the slightly downturned eyes made him look abnormally cold.
If you don’t remember the way to break the formation, you can only force it.
But Feng Xueli is not an ordinary person, the prison he set up is probably not much different from Xiao Fuxuan’s enchantment covering the birds, and it cannot be broken through with three or two moves.
But Wu Xingxue has no sharp blade on his body, and his hands are empty.
He gently rubbed the fingers hanging by his side, hoarfrost suddenly formed from the fingertips and spread upwards.Under the circulation of the extremely cold energy, even the air that comes out seems to be able to turn into ice in an instant.
He tensed his hands, and a wave of evil energy poured out, accompanied by an even stronger murderous aura…
***
Feng Xueli divided Quebuluo into two, separating Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan.He took advantage of the obstruction and influence of thousands of evil spirits in Zhaoye City on Tianxiu, and fought with Xiao Fuxuan.
In this situation, there are laughing fox and “Fang Chu” beside him, but Xiao Fuxuan has only Ning Huaishan on his side.It seems that he has more enemies than fewer.
He originally thought that he could use this to gain a slight advantage, even if there was only one move, as long as he could start another round.
And soon he realized he was wrong…
When he heard the loud noise of another prison collapsing, Feng Xueli turned his head in surprise.
It is clear that Wu Xingxue has lost all of his memory and is still in the period of catastrophe. It is clear that during the period of catastrophe, the demons use a lot of energy and have great internal damage. Obviously, the prison should be able to trap the other party for a long time, obviously…
No matter how many presuppositions were made at this time, he should have understood when the sound of the collapse sounded that he would not get the slightest benefit today.
***
In fact, Feng Xueli’s presupposition was not wrong. Wu Xingxue’s whole body’s vigor was indeed jerky and stagnant, and every time he circulated, every time he landed a killer move on the prison, he became colder.
In the end, he was aching from the cold.
But he encountered a turning point in the middle…
Just when he was so cold that he could hardly move anymore, he suddenly felt the stagnant energy in his body circulate again, as if the spring water was slowly thawing in the warm wind.
It was as if a person who had been ill for a long time suddenly began to heal himself.
Wu Xingxue didn’t bother to think too much, and snatched the warmth that was born out of thin air, and melted it into the vitality of her whole body.After a while, he was no longer so pale and colorless.
And at the moment when he recovered, his four ultimate moves violently fell on the four elephants in the prison.When each move hits the ground, it almost carries the momentum of the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder.
For a moment, the sand and stones splashed, and the ground seemed to be split by an invisible sword, creating a ground crack tens of feet deep!
The closed prison rumbled at that moment, and the moment the last one fell, a huge crack pierced the sky, and the whole prison fell into countless fragments.
When the prison was broken, Wu Xingxue saw Xiao Fuxuan through the crack.The opponent made a move with the Wuzi sword, and the huge golden shadow fell in the air, and went straight to Feng Xueli, his face was extremely cold, but there was no injury on his body.
fine……
Wu Xingxue breathed a sigh of relief, but soon he froze.
Because after he broke the prison, in order to help Xiao Fuxuan, he snatched the inexplicable warmth in his body again, and wanted to circulate his energy for another week.
But at that moment, he clearly saw Xiao Fuxuan’s sword qi stagnate for a moment, his face was so cold that there was no blood, and the hand holding the sword was oozing blood from the tiger’s mouth.
At that moment, a thought suddenly flashed in Wu Xingxue’s mind – his sudden self-healing just now did not really have no source, but because of Xiao Fuxuan.
When this idea popped up, he was in a moment of surprise and uncertainty.
So he tried again, using the warmth to circulate Qi again.This time, he stopped immediately as soon as it was running, because he found that Xiao Fuxuan’s state was really changing with him.
He is getting better gradually, but Xiao Fuxuan’s blood color is getting paler and weaker.
How is this going?
