Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years - Chap 89

Wu Xingxue encountered such a “pilgrimage” many times in the following hundred years.

So much so that when he saw it again, there would no longer be the slightest surprise and astonishment on his face, so much so that he would be able to sacrifice enough frost to cover the entire wilderness when those inferior demons rushed over.

So many that he could hold those heads and clamp those throats without blinking.

Those demons often have their eyes open when they die, and their eyes will show some sadness and joy layer by layer.Those were the traces left in its body by the innocent living people it had swallowed.

At such times, Wu Xingxue never blinked.

He always quietly watched the traces left by the living people, slowly appearing, and then disappearing.

If someone looked up at him from a low place at that moment, they would find that there was pity in the eyes of this now famous devil.

It’s a pity that at that time, those who fell in the low places were all dead demons, and no one would look into his eyes like that.

And when he threw away the dead thing and raised his eyes, he had already returned to his usual calm appearance.

He’s used to it.

***

He picked a place in the wilderness and remnants of the city in the south, and rooted the other half of the Shenmu spirit here.The half-spirit soon sprouted branches and buds, and grew into a towering giant tree in the wilderness. It was somewhat similar to the sacred tree back then.It’s just that it has a crown and a pavilion, but it never blooms.

It obviously looks like a prosperous tree, but the dead air can spread out for several miles, so that the chirping birds never dare to stay here.

He also built a courtyard around this towering tree, with corridors and pavilions, which is very different from the palace in Xiandu where there were jade everywhere.

It seems that he no longer uses the clean and moist white jade. There are more stones in the courtyard, which are blue, off-white, black or blood-like maroon.

He also seldom pinched those paper figurines anymore, in exchange for a lively sleep.

So this huge mansion is always very quiet, even some people dare not speak loudly, they are afraid of him…

Many people are afraid of him, not only the people who have heard his name, but also the demons who flock to him.It seems that any living thing will subconsciously lower its tone as long as it steps into the gate that never falls.

So that sometimes the mansion is almost dead silent, and Wu Xingxue lives in this dead silent.

Later someone ventured to ask him if he particularly disliked noise and noise.

He was in a trance at the time, and the slightly downturned eyes always made him look sleepy.The person who asked the question didn’t wait for an answer, thought he had said something wrong, and was about to admit his mistake in a hurry, but he heard him suddenly answer: “No.”

The person who asked the question was quite surprised when he heard the answer, and when he was about to answer the question, Wu Xingxue said again: “But it’s better to be quiet.”

For him now, it is better to be quiet.

Once he tried his best to make himself forget the screams and cries of those dead under the sword, but now he needs to remember those…

He needs to remember those clearly and not forget them.Otherwise, he will really get used to everything that the evil spirits live and kill.

He’s used to too many things.

He needs to remember that he didn’t come here for this.

***

Ever since there was another Wu Xingxue in the world, the chaos of evil spirits everywhere has gradually changed.

Once upon a time, demons could appear anywhere, without warning or warning.Even if Tianxiu has just passed through here, within a few years, new demons will still be born.

People have tried too many methods, but they still can’t figure out why there are so many inexhaustible demons, as if they were born naturally, like moss and weeds that can never be removed, like a crack in a rock, a piece of cracked soil, A graveyard, any place that ordinary people can’t notice, can become the birthplace of evil spirits.

So that for a long time, people lived in a strange panic—as if anyone around them, relatives, neighbors, or even strangers passing by on the street, might one day be hollowed out by demons The shells were assimilated into one of them, and then one day, they stretched out their hands to them.

This feeling of being all over the place and having no clue is really bad.

But from a certain day, there was a mansion called “The Bird Never Falls” in the wilderness and abandoned suburbs in the south.After that, every time there is a sudden thunder in the world and a sudden movement of insects.Those scattered demons and monsters will always approach that “queebuluo” unknowingly.

That’s the instinct of the demon – to approach a stronger person, either surrender or kill him.

Demons don’t talk about emotions, no one likes to be suppressed, even if it’s instinct.So most of them tried to kill Wu Xingxue at the beginning.

They went in waves one after another, and died in each other’s hands.

After a long time, there are finally fewer people looking for death.One part turned to be honest, and the other part became curious: Why did such a monster suddenly appear in the world?How many people he had to kill and how many dead souls he had under his command before he could have such a strong demonic aura.

They couldn’t figure it out, and felt that the other party might have a special way of cultivation, such as… the place where his mansion is located.

So slowly, half driven by instinct, half moved by heart.More and more evil spirits choose the place of practice in the south, not too far from “The Sparrow Does Not Fall”.

Later, it became a place where demons gather.

Once gathered, the demonic energy will naturally far exceed the limit of a certain person.As a result, more and farther demons smelled that aura and flocked there in the night of thunder.

Years and years, almost all the evil spirits in the world were trapped in that place, and the demon leader who built “Sparrow Buluo” drew a barrier there and named it “Zhaoye City”.

The entrance to Zhaoye City is Luohuatai, and there is Jiaming Field outside Luohuatai.The Twelve Mile Mountains and the deserted Nagano are like a barrier.

Inside the barrier is the devil’s lair, and outside the barrier is the human world.

***

For a long time, people were always afraid of the sudden appearance of “Zhao Ye City”.They felt that the demons gathered there should be a place more terrifying than purgatory.

When they mentioned it, they called it the Devil’s Nest, and when they mentioned City Lord Zhaoye, they called it the Devil’s Head.

Loathing and fear are above all else.

So no one has ever talked about it, and no one has ever realized that in fact, in the nearly 100 years since Zhaoye City appeared in the human world, their lives have not been so panic-stricken.

There will still be demons in the world, but they will no longer appear everywhere without a clue like before.At least everyone knows that those demons have a lair.

And those fairy sects are no longer indifferent and at a loss.After all, when evil spirits go out of the city and enter the human world, they always have to pass through some places.

So in those years, too many conflicts between immortal sects and demons broke out in Jiaming Field…

That piece of Nagano is truly amazing.

When the Shenmu was still there, wars between those small countries often occurred here, and the wilderness was always full of smoke and dust, and corpses were everywhere.This is a dead place, but it has kept many surviving people’s families and countries safe.

Later, Shenmu was completely absent, and Luohuatai was caught in a fire.There was blood all over the wilderness again.It is still a dead place, but it indicates that there will be no more greedy disasters caused by Shenmu in the next hundred years.

Nowadays, immortals and demons often meet each other in this wilderness, and it is still a dead place, which is not a blessing.

Legend has it that Wu Xingxue, the owner of Zhaoye City, would often stand on the scorched-earth Luohuatai and look at the Jiaming Field from afar. Some people speculate that he has some connections with it, but he always detours every time he leaves the city, and never passes through the Nagano Field. .

Many people are curious about the reason and often make guesses, but few people dare to really open their mouths to ask him.

In fact, even if someone dared to ask, he would not answer.

He would not tell anyone that there is a half-hidden altar at the northern end of Jiaming Field, and on the altar is a statue of a god that is rarely worshiped by the common people, and a person’s name, Xiao Fuxuan, is engraved on the statue.

And there is a seal on the back of the statue, which was engraved by Xiao Fuxuan himself when he was making a fuss, saying that it was for the convenience of “catching” someone wandering around in the world.

The imprint is somewhat different from ordinary offerings, and has a deeper connection with the deity.It is Xiao Fuxuan’s eye.What the statue sees is what Xiao Fuxuan sees.

He didn’t want to pass under those eyes, he didn’t want to look up and see the half-down eyes of the god.

That kind of gaze used to always appear in the time of intimacy, not in the wilderness of the world, watching him entangled in demonic energy and killing evil with his hands.

But at the same time, he clearly knew… sooner or later, the other party will see it.

Tianxiu Shangxian specializes in killing demons, sooner or later, Xiao Fuxuan will receive the order of heaven and come down to the world, so they will fight each other.

He would sometimes have a trance and would inevitably imagine that day.

What year and month will that be?Where in the world?Will it be under Zhaoye City, or the Jiaming Field that cannot be circumvented…

He has thought about many places, but those scenes are always blurred, with lingering cold fog and long silent night.

He could even imagine the sound of the long sword breaking through the wind, but in the end he found that it was not anything he had imagined.

***

It was spring and March in the world, an apricot lantern festival in the south of Mengdu.

Wu Xingxue avoided the Jiaming Field as in the past, and wanted to pass through the city.He didn’t intend to stay longer, but he happened to bump into the stream of lights protected by the disciples of Xianmen.

He had no intention of disturbing the festive season, so he took a step back and swept up the tall building.

During this rare festival, the curfew will be lifted in the cities of Xianmen, and the market will stay open all night.So both sides of the long street are full of storefronts, hung with long apricot-colored lights.

However, not every shop is full of excitement. The shop Wu Xingxue took refuge in is one of the rare exceptions. The lights on the second floor were turned off early, leaving only half of the shop on the first floor.

He hid on the porch extending from the second floor, standing in the dim night, half leaning against the vermilion lacquered colonnade, looking down at the street downstairs.

This street is not too long, and the stream of lights turns from there, extending all the way to the end is only one mile, and it will not meander to the horizon.But looking at those lights, listening to the noise of the people on the street, and looking at the bustling crowd, he was still dazed.

He suddenly couldn’t tell what night it was.

It’s like suddenly falling into a dream in a familiar light…

But there are people who are ignorant of current affairs and insist on picking this kind of time to annoy others.

When Wu Xingxue heard the sound of the paper talisman moving lightly, she lowered her eyes and grimaced.

He is too familiar with this kind of movement, although there are very few demons looking for death in front of him now, only a handful.But I can’t stand it, there are always a few people who feel that they can take advantage of some loopholes——

For example, if you see that Wu Xingxue is not there, if there is no one around him, or if you heard that he was frequently pursued and blocked by the fairy gates in the world, you should have some injuries.The most important thing is that after the demons sneaked into the city, they heard a long-lost name from the disciples of Xianmen…

I heard that the one from Xianduli has come down.

Tianxiu Shangxian will not come down to the human world without a reason, if he really comes, there will always be a devil to suffer.

Now, is there a bigger devil than City Lord Zhaoye?

So they want to hang it not too far and not too close to see if they can pick up some loopholes

If it was normal, as long as they didn’t strike first, Wu Xingxue would always be too lazy to catch people and let them hang around.But today he is a little abnormal.

Maybe it’s because I don’t want to see this familiar lamp being disturbed for no reason, or maybe it’s something else…

He was inexplicably restless and suddenly irritable, so he searched out those people who were an eyesore.

Later, Wu Xingxue couldn’t remember how many demons sneaked into the lantern festival that day.five?Or seven?

He forgot.

He also couldn’t remember many details and trifles of that day. He only remembered that he killed those demons in an instant, and his corpse wrapped in frost and cold lay shriveled on the dim and lightless pavilion floor.

He watched the last bit of vitality in those people’s eyes dissipate, and straightened up, with blood dripping from his fingers.

He stood in the dark, and after an unknown period of time, he was surprised to hear the sound of gongs and cymbals outside.

According to folk customs, the sound of gongs and cymbals means that the auspicious time has come, and those who hold the lights will let go of their hands at that moment.So the long stream of lights in the market will float up at that moment, and the stars will rise into the sky.

Listening to the sound of gongs and cymbals, he came back to his senses, moved his steps after a while, and walked to the verandah.

At that moment, among the bustling and noisy crowd in the market, a tall man wrapped in a long wind came from the corner of the street with a long sword in his hand.

He was born with a cold face, with no expression on his brows, and he was about to walk through the market.But when he heard the sound of gongs and cymbals, he was taken aback and stopped.

The lights all over the street came up at that moment.

So Wu Xingxue on the pavilion lowered his eyes, while the man by the market raised his eyes.

So the whole 100 years in the world flowed slowly in the shadow of the swaying lights.

The crowds in the streets were still walking with the lights, jumping for joy, the sound should be loud and loud, but to Wu Xingxue, it seemed to be covered with a thick flannelette, making it hard to hear anything.

The lights were dazzlingly bright, and he saw Xiao Fuxuan in that light.

He used to think that the seasons go quickly, but from winter to spring, and then from spring to winter.The Qingming Lantern in front of Zhaoye City Gate turns once every ten years, and it has turned ten times now, which means that the white horse passes through the gap.

It wasn’t until he passed through the light fog at night and met Xiao Fuxuan’s eyes that he suddenly felt that 100 years is really long.

Those 100 years were too long, and it seemed that the moment when their eyes collided was too short.

The lights of the market happened to be blocked from the front of the building, making it difficult to see anything clearly.By the time the light flickered up into the clouds, the street corner was empty.

It’s as if… the other party’s gaze really just happened to bet on it, and it happened to stop for a while, and because the lights were turned off, the people started to move around again, so he closed his gaze, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Really no different from strangers.

Although Wu Xingxue has thought about it many times and made a whole 100 years of long preparations, he even thinks this is good and not a bad thing.But when this scene really happened, the heart still felt an uncontrollable dull pain.It’s like pulling and tearing with a rusty knife.

Under the pavilion, an unknown disciple let out a long whistle, and hundreds of exorcism lamps were lit up to deter evil spirits, and hung on both sides of the market to protect the safety of this festival overnight.

The people walked freely in the lamp, but Wu Xingxue blocked his eyes with the back of his hand.

He sniffed the blood on his fingers, took a step back, and retreated into the dark pavilion.

In this position, the exorcism lamp can’t actually shine through.He couldn’t see the light that made the demon uncomfortable, but he didn’t let go of his hand covering his eyes.

His eyes were still closed, burning in them.

Later, Wu Xingxue often couldn’t figure out how long he had stood in that dark and deserted place…

In fact, it shouldn’t be long.

Because the burning pain in his eyes hadn’t gone away, he heard a very light sound behind him.The voice froze him, and he froze in place.

That was the soft knocking sound of the long sword scabbard, which landed less than half a step behind him.

In an instant, the entire pavilion fell into silence.

After a while, the deep voice of the person behind him sounded, saying, “Are you… Wu Xingxue?”

Wu Xingxue’s eyes under the back of his hand opened, and they were red hot.