Yu Qinglian had no expression on her face, and said calmly: "Sure enough, Ji Wuyou's target has never been just Yunxiao, but I still didn't expect that I would meet you here."
The woman in the black dress had a fierce look in her eyes: "Are you talking about Master Zi Yang? - Give up struggling, you are no match for him, and you are not qualified to rule Yingzhou."
Yu Qinglian smiled sarcastically: "I am not qualified, but you are qualified?"
The woman in the black dress dropped the head in her hand, covered her face with her bloody hands, and laughed: "You are not qualified, and neither am I. Only she is qualified! My Yingzhou ancestor is not dead at all. It is your family - lowly mortals without any godhood, who pretended to be her descendants and shamelessly occupied Yingzhou. However, she will be resurrected soon, hahahaha, she will be alive soon."
"The three immortal mountains overseas, the abbot of Penglai in Yingzhou, the immortal mountains were never meant to be places for a bunch of lowly mortals to live in! It's all because of you! It's all because of you that Yingzhou has become such a mess!"
The woman in the black dress laughed, and the blood on her hands smeared on her face, making her look even crazier.
"Yu Qinglian - how dare you call me Qinglian? I hate that I failed to kill you. Otherwise, how could I end up like this? You are the sinners, why was it me who was expelled from Yingzhou?"
Her expression was distorted, and she roared, hatred burning in her eyes. She walked down and said as she walked: "Fortunately, I met Taoist Zi Yang. He knows my idea, he supports my idea, he helped me revive the goddess of Yingzhou, and he lent me a helping hand."
She laughed fiercely: "Help me too, today - kill you!"
She stood in front of Yu Qinglian, and stretched her blood-stained hand directly towards Yu Qinglian's neck. Her nails instantly became extremely long and sharp like a devil, and her momentum was filled with murderous intent.
Yu Qinglian grabbed her wrist with her backhand and whipped the ground with the whip. With a crack, the steps they were occupying broke into pieces.
The two of them stopped at the same time and then retreated to one side.
The woman in the black dress suddenly widened her eyes and murmured in disbelief: "Late Nascent Soul Stage... You are actually already in the late Nascent Soul Stage."
Yu Qinglian's eyes were cold: "At that time, I missed our old friendship and only destroyed your cultivation and expelled you from Yingzhou. Now it seems that I should have killed you at that time."
The black group of women sneered silently, "What do you mean by nostalgia? It's just that I got away with it by luck."
When she said this, her eyes were bloodshot. "You destroyed all my cultivation. I will never forget the pain of that night. Do you know how I escaped from Yingzhou to Tianyan City?"
She shouted at the top of her lungs: "I have become a cauldron for a group of foundation-building cultivators! I used to be a high-ranking Yuanying elder in the Yingzhou Elders' Cabinet, but in the end I could only be despised and humiliated by them like a dog - Yu Qinglian! Do you know how much I hated you at that time?! I really wanted to tear you into pieces. I swear in my heart that you must pay me back for all the humiliation I suffered back then."
She gritted her teeth and said, "Then, today I will finally get what I want."
“The noble and distant Fusang Fairy in people’s mouths, the Palace Master of Yingzhou who cannot be teased? Hahahaha, I will also pull out your bones and muscles and make you a cripple just like you ruined my cultivation! I will strip you naked and sell you to the cheapest auction house! Hahahaha!”
Yu Qinglian's eyes didn't even show a trace of disgust, as if she had heard some joke, and she said calmly: "I destroyed your cultivation, but I didn't destroy your spiritual roots, nor did I take away your magic weapon - you really can't even beat a bunch of Foundation Establishment trash?"
The woman in the black dress was stunned, and then she continued to hate him: "It's you! It's you! It's you who made me degenerate to that point!"
"Ahh! I'm going to kill you!"
This elder in black skirt started practicing again, and even with Ji Wuyou's help, he was only at the early stage of Nascent Soul.
He is no match for Yu Qinglian at all now.
But Yu Qinglian still frowned slightly, feeling that something was fishy.
Sure enough, after the black group woman went crazy, she suddenly sneered with a twisted face, her eyes full of contempt: "Do you think you are really my opponent? I inherited the power of the Qinglian ancestor in Tianyan City, and she will awaken in me." She slowly opened her mouth, and the tip of her tongue slowly pushed out, and there was a white lotus on the tip of her scarlet tongue.
The elder in black dress had air currents bursting from her body, puffing up her hair and dress, making her look like a female ghost coming to take her life.
"Today will be the day you die!"
Yu Qinglian closed her eyes, then smiled and said softly: "I was wondering how your purpose could be so simple, to awaken Fu Shi Qing Lian. I was too stupid at the time, thinking that your crime was just letting the demon cultivators into Yingzhou. Ha, letting the goddess awaken in you," she raised her eyes, her eyes shattered the ice: "It's better to say that you want to devour her power!"
The woman in the black dress no longer planned to pretend and laughed loudly: "So what?! Hahaha, you are destined to die today! No, I won't let you die. I will throw you into the world without any resistance to be humiliated by those dirty and ugly people!"
Her eyes were filled with hatred, and a turquoise power merged into her skin. The powerful force of chaos shook the grass and trees in all directions.
Yu Qinglian was no match for the ancient power. After several fights, he was seriously injured by the woman in black skirt and rolled down the stone steps to a flat ground covered with snow on the top of the mountain.
White snow, red dress, Yu Qinglian supported herself on the ground with her five fingers, looking forward.
The woman in the black dress attacked her, and every blow of her palm was intended to break her meridians.
Her throat was now cold and bloody.
Watch the woman move forward.
The elder who had gone mad said, “Did you ever think that you would end up like this? Hahahahahahahahaha, you have ended up like this too!”
She hooked her five fingers and was about to penetrate Yu Qinglian's brows to smash her sea of consciousness and shatter her spiritual roots.
Yu Qinglian's breathing was deep and shallow, her internal organs felt like they were being shattered, there was not a trace of spiritual energy left in her dantian, and her fingers were curled up on the snow.
Through the flying snow, he watched her hand approach.
The anger and pleasure of revenge in the eyes of the black-skirted elder grew stronger, and even a smug smile appeared on her face. It seemed that after seeing Yu Qinglian being trampled on, the evil anger that had been pent up in her heart for many years finally came out.
But at the last moment, it was a matter of life and death.
Her eyes suddenly widened!
The finger was stopped by an inexplicable force and stopped just one centimeter away from Yu Qinglian.
"What is this..." she murmured in horror.
The turquoise light on her body became increasingly intense. The former elder of Yingzhou suddenly held her head and let out a heart-wrenching scream.
A dazzling green light exploded, and her skin also cracked, bleeding and her flesh was covered in blood. Her howls of pain resounded through the sky above the quiet and distant snow.
Yu Qinglian smiled and opened her mouth, her face red.
She covered her chest and stood up slowly. Her voice was very light: "Fu Shi Qing Lian, do you really think you can devour it? How do you know that I am not her descendant and I am not a god... Heh..."
She said intermittently: "My Buddha's eye lotus seed is my heart, I am not her descendant?... Haha... This is the biggest joke I have ever heard since I was a child... I have a connection with my ancestors... The lotus on your body has withered..." Her eyes were barren, and she said softly: "She just fell into a deep sleep back then, but now she is completely dead. Did you do it or Ji Wuyou?... But it doesn't matter now."
She used her fingers to forcefully pry open the mouth of the woman in the black dress.
The elder turned into a bloody man, his eyes were bloodshot and his hatred was as deep as the abyss.
Yu Qinglian formed a pair of scissors with her middle and index fingers, and with an expressionless face, she cut off the lotus on the tip of the elder's tongue with a click.
A ball of blood rolled onto the snow, and the dirty blue-gray blood splattered on her face.
The elder's whole body trembled, and he shouted silently to the sky with his throat no longer able to make any sound. His body convulsed and fell to the ground in a miserable state.
Yu Qinglian said softly: "I will destroy my lotus heart in exchange for the blue lotus to bite back. Even if I die, I will not let my ancestors be humiliated in your hands, nor will I let you continue to live... and massacre Yunxiao's millions of innocent disciples."
The black-skirted elder was still struggling, dragging her with him to death. Yu Qinglian was also powerless now, and she stumbled and rolled with her into a dirty pool of blood and dirty snow.
The elder in black skirt was now only left with a hideous body of flesh and blood. He used his last bit of strength to rush forward and strangle Yu Qinglian's neck.
"Ahhhhhh! Bitch! Ahhhhhh! Die!!"
Yu Qinglian's face was pale. The pain of suffocation deprived her of her five senses. Her eyes became more and more dazed. The sound of falling snow beside her was the scream of a woman's collapse, noisy and harsh.
But her sight was blank and she only saw the indigo mountains and the high gray sky behind her.
In the blink of an eye, it seems that hundreds of years have passed.
The long whip split Yingzhou, and the blood pool gave birth to green flowers... All those years of laughter, recklessness, pride, and anger, in the end, only became a piece of snow floating on her forehead at this moment. Cold.
She has traveled thousands of mountains and made people bow down to her.
She once passed through the human world and killed hundreds of ghosts and demons.
The bell rang faintly.
Just like that lazy afternoon in Jingtian Courtyard, the sound of light hitting her fingertips.
The golden maple leaves would float past the window, fall into her palm, and become the decoration of her hair. Pei Yuzhi might be bickering with Feng Jin, Chen Xuji was making sarcastic remarks for no reason, and Wusheng had no choice but to speak out to mediate.
It's chaotic, yet peaceful and beautiful.
In her most carefree girlhood.
Yu Qinglian pulled the corners of her lips sarcastically, but ultimately did not laugh.
She closed her eyes, her heart empty, and made a pale wish.
May Yingzhou be safe, may my mother not be sad, and may my dear friends be safe.
In a trance, she heard the conversation they had when they were young. After the test of asking the heaven, they stayed in a small house in Shanyin and told each other their life aspirations.
The lazy young man said, "I have already won the title of the best in the world, so I will strive to become the youngest Nascent Soul cultivator in the history of the cultivation world. One day, everyone will know that Pei Yuzhi is handsome and an expert."
The drunken girl rolled her eyes: "I think everyone knows Pei Yuzhi, he is arrogant and like a lunatic."
The young man in blue stopped talking: "You two stop arguing! Let Wusheng speak first. I really want to know what he wants. Wusheng, what is your wish?"
The monk smiled silently: "My wish is probably to save people in this world throughout my life."
"Wow."
Everyone expected this, but still pretended to be surprised and expressed their support.
After going around in circles, it came to her again.
The girl slammed the table.
"I want everyone in this world who is prettier than me to not be as strong as me, and everyone who is stronger than me to not be as beautiful as me!"
The young man in the snow-covered coat laughed so hard that he fell backwards. "Oh my god, so your dream is to become the strongest man in the world."
The young man in blue couldn't bear to watch, "Master, please ferry him over first. I've had enough of him."
Liquid oozed from the corners of Yu Qinglian's eyes. She smiled and said softly: "Pei Yuzhi, I have been beautiful since I was a child, but you, a bitch, have always been blind..."
The air is like a gossamer thread, dissipating between heaven and earth.
The sky was covered with light snow, covering the two cold corpses.
She loved romance, beauty, pearls and jade, and famous flowers in the mountains. But she didn't expect that fate would be as unpredictable as a knife. She died in the mud and on the dirty soil.
"No… "
Pei Jing's eyes were red, and he was screaming hysterically in his heart, but what came out of his mouth were desperate and helpless murmurs.
The suppressed sadness and grief when the master died finally collapsed because of Yu Qinglian's death.
He was in a soul state and walked over subconsciously, his fingers piercing through Miaomiaoxue and Yu Qinglian's body.
Overwhelmed with sadness and despair, the young man half-knelt down, tears streaming down his face, but he choked out, "Yes... You have always been beautiful... Always beautiful..."
Life is beautiful.
Pei Jing felt as if there were two bloody holes in his heart, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even stand.
Confusion and fear are now covered by hatred and grief.
But the cruel memories have not stopped.
Like this snow keeps falling.
The scene changed and showed a dark cave in Yinghui Peak.
It was damp and cold, and unknown insects were crawling on the moss.
A faint blue will-o'-the-wisp fire started up, and a gray-blue butterfly flapped its wings nearby. The faint light illuminated the young man's gloomy brows and eyes. His black cloak made his face look even weaker.
There is a small staircase in the cave.
Ji Wuduan walked forward along the fire.
A trail of blood meandered under his feet. The stairs turned a corner, and he finally saw the person he knew he would meet on an empty platform.
"Elder Difeng, long time no see."
Ji Wuduan sneered and opened his thin lips.
Elder Difeng huddled in his black cloak, his body only skin and bones, his eyes as cold as a venomous snake. He said hoarsely, "You actually came to Yunxiao."
Ji Wuduan said: "I was outside and saw the deaths of those Yunxiao disciples, and I guessed it would be you."
Elder Difeng laughed: "Hahaha, so what if you guessed it was me? It's better for you to come to Yunxiao, so I don't have to go back to the ghost realm to find you."
Ji Wuduan was tall and thin, and always had the frail air of a scholar. But at this moment, his cold eyes were filled with murderous intent: "You kill people and extract their souls. Where do you put their souls?"
Elder Difeng laughed wildly, "Where did you put it? Of course I came to refine my Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation. You didn't expect that I would be hunted down by you as an extremely evil person, but I actually got the secret book and formation flag of the ancient ghost king in Tianyan City. Hahaha! When my formation is completed, all the dead in this world will be at my disposal. I will definitely flatten the ghost realm and refine all of you alive into puppets!"
Ji Wuduan's dark blue pupils suddenly shrank.
The Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Array Flag? !
Elder Difeng continued to grin grimly: "Disciple Yunxiao's soul is really the best material for the formation. Hahaha. If I can get Pei Yuzhi's soul, my chances of success will be 100%. Ji Wuduan, and your old immortal father, what do you know about ghost cultivation - the Shura Ghost Path, which has never had ridiculous compassion. You all deserve to die!!"
Ji Wuduan narrowed his eyes and sneered: "You are overestimating your own abilities and making wild remarks."
Elder Difeng was angry: "Do you think you are qualified to speak in front of me now?!"
He flicked his sleeves, and instantly a gust of black wind swept up the bats on the mountain wall, which rushed towards Ji Wuduan and bit them.
The black bat showed its green fangs.
Ji Wuduan glanced at the nearby ghost fire, which suddenly became violent and surged forward, devouring and burning the bats. Amid the animals' painful groans, gray powder fell down, slowly like butterflies.
Dead bones turn into blue butterflies.
Elder Difeng stared and spoke with difficulty: "... You-you are not in the middle stage of Yuanying?!"
Ji Wuduan looked weak and laughed sarcastically: "What do you think?"
He walked forward, and the ghost and corpse qi around him scattered, twisting the air into a cold and oppressive atmosphere. The ghost fires beside him formed a chain, ready to bind Elder Difeng's soul.
Elder Difeng's expression changed drastically.
"Soul-locking rope?! You actually have a soul-locking rope?"
He took a step back in fear, and frantically pressed his fingers on the stone wall behind him, and finally found a mechanism. With a click, the door in the stone wall opened, revealing a cliff like an abyss.
Elder Difeng turned around and was about to escape.
Ji Wuduan's brows frowned, "Do you think you can escape today?" His figure was like strange smoke, and he followed closely, but he realized something was wrong when he took the first step inside!
Di Feng suddenly turned around, revealing an extremely ferocious smile. In a flash, he pierced Ji Wuduan's forehead with his finger, and blood splashed between the two of them. The Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation suddenly emitted a dazzling red light. Under the abyss, something seemed to be awakening, and the cries of various evil ghosts could be heard.
Elder Difeng looked sinister, "I have been looking for the center of the formation. Originally, it was Pei Yuzhi's plan, because he is the only one who has the qualifications. But since you have delivered it to me, don't blame me for being rude."
"I am now the one making the formation, and you are the core of the formation. Your fate and life and death are in my hands - Ji Wuduan! I see you are still going crazy with me! Go away and keep company with those evil spirits."
He grabbed Ji Wuduan's arm and was about to push him into the abyss.
Unexpectedly, Ji Wuduan remained unmoved.
Elder Difeng's voice suddenly stopped and he stared at him blankly.
The young and gloomy master of the ghost realm had a little blood on his brow, as red as cinnabar, but his eyes were full of sneer and mockery.
"You think that as the young master of the ghost domain, I know less about the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation than you do."
Elder Difeng's eyes widened. At the same time, he could clearly sense that his magic power was fading, and his Nascent Soul was whimpering and scattering. He opened his mouth, and this time, there was real fear in his eyes: "You..."
Ji Wuduan said: "The gates of life and death change, heaven and earth change, the eye of the formation kills the formation - do you think the eye of the formation can't kill the person who created the formation?"
Elder Difeng was filled with hatred and wanted to struggle, but his limbs were powerless. Moreover, his ankles were held by something that had climbed out of the abyss. It was icy cold and piercing. It was an evil ghost. His eyes were glaring.
Elder Difeng calmed down quickly, his eyes became extremely resentful and vicious: "The eye of the formation is the killing formation. If the person holding the formation dies, then the Xuanyin Hundred Ghosts Formation will be irritable and furious. So what if you kill me? The Taoist Ziyang, to whom I am loyal, will inherit this place. He will refine this formation for me and let the real Shura Ghost Dao from ten thousand years ago return to the world! Let the ghost realm be dominated by real evil ghosts, not a bunch of trash like you!"
Ji Wuduan stretched out his pale fingers and wiped the blood from his brow, but the red mark never disappeared.
After a long pause, he smiled palely and weakly, and said softly, "Interesting, but you have made me the core of the formation."
"The eye of the formation is the killing formation, not just the killing of the formation creator."
Elder Difeng's eyes almost popped out of his head. After the disbelief, he was furious: "Ji Wuduan - you are thinking about you!"
But he could no longer utter a single word as his head was bitten off by the female ghost who climbed out of the abyss.
With a crisp sound, the blood blurred Ji Wuduan's words, and he raised his sleeve to wipe it off. He looked up and saw the female ghost with disheveled hair, swollen and distorted facial features, and a blood-red glow. From behind her, more and more ghosts climbed up, their hands covered with corpse spots climbing up the cliff.
The stone gate is coming together little by little.
Ji Wuduan looked at the female ghost, looked into the abyss, and pursed his lips.
The white light gradually dissipated as the stone door closed.
His fingers trembled, but... he couldn't get out... and he couldn't get out again...
Feed the ghosts with your own body, and kill the ghosts with your own eyes.
"Ji Wuduan! No! Come back!"
Pei Jing couldn't hold it in any longer, and big, hot tears burst out of his eyes.
I can no longer treat myself as an outcast! I can no longer watch all this pass by calmly!
He rushed forward and tried to pull out the sickly young man who stood silently like a green bamboo. But his fingers were placed outside the stone door, and the white light was intense.
"Ji Wuduan! Come back! You are afraid of ghosts!!! Come back! Do you know that you are afraid of ghosts!!"
"Do you know you are afraid of ghosts?"
He roared with red eyes, but no one in this world heard him!
At the last moment, the dark bluestone door closed, and the sickly young man seemed to sense something. He looked back—he loved music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and had been with the dead for many years, but his eyes were clear and bright, which was not in line with his age. He was facing the light, and behind him was the evil ghost slowly crawling out of the abyss.
His robes fluttered, and he looked at a certain point. Ji Wuduan breathed lightly, smiled faintly, and said calmly: "Pei Yuzhi, I'm counting on you."
Boom! The stone door closes!
Pei Jing seemed to have seen the last scene, a female ghost climbed onto Ji Wuduan's shoulder, opened her mouth and bit down. And the sickly and gloomy young city lord slowly closed his eyes.
"ah!!!"
From the main hall of Tianqian Peak, a young man's voice came! It came from the heart, from the soul, despair, anger, and grief, piercing through the vast sky and illuminating the coldness of the world.
Pei Jing was already numb from the pain. He reached out and touched his face, which was cold. He was just an outsider, and seeing everything, he was on the verge of collapse. Then what about Pei Yuzhi, and what about Chu Junyu... He felt like his soul was being pulled.
He could move freely here and stumbled back to Pei Yuzhi's side.
In the main hall of Tianqian, in front of the mirror table, the young head of the three thousand silver-haired sect half-knelt on the ground in pain. He punched the wall of the pool, breaking bones slightly and bleeding profusely.
What is shown on the mirror is Yu Qinglian, who died in the snow with blood gushing from the corners of her lips and her eyes closed, and Ji Wuduan, who turned calmly among the evil spirits in the abyss outside the cave gate.
There is also Wusheng and Fengjin.
In the empty palace, the Thousand-Faced Buddha became a demon and took his relic. The long silk covering the eyes of the white-robed monk fell, and his pale golden eyes were filled with compassion and sadness. He had once vowed to save the world, but in the end, it was the Buddha who came to kill the Buddha. The relic was destroyed, and the lotus platform was broken. In the end, this most intelligent Buddhist son left only a light sigh in the world.
On the winding mountain road, Queen Mother of the West, her dress shimmering, recalled the grievances of the Blue Bird Clan. She finally got what she wanted and dug out the eyes that were filled with three thousand karmic flames, smiling grimly: "Phoenix eyes... Hahaha!" Chi Tong's eyes were red, and she chirped beside her dying master leaning against the mountain wall, but she couldn't wake him up.
Green flowers bloom in the blood pond, white bones turn into blue butterflies, the relic Buddha's heart becomes the phoenix eye, a sword soars through the frost and reaches the peak...
There's no going back...
Pei Jing's tears also kept flowing.
But I know that my sadness is only one-tenth of that of the person who is now half-kneeling on the ground.
"ah!"
The silver-haired young man roared like a dying beast, but what came out was a hoarse cry.
Pei Jing walked forward, hugged his head, his eyes were red, and his voice was trembling: "Don't cry, please, don't cry... Don't cry... Don't cry, okay? They are not dead, they will not die... Don't cry..."
But he couldn't do anything.
Watching him raise his head stiffly little by little.
His hair was as white as snow, his eyes were hollow and bloody. The bright and unbridled young man was killed alive by the snow that year.
Pei Jing wanted to kiss away his tears, but crossing time and space was only an illusion.
He could only watch as he stood up stiffly.
Walk back to the center of the mirror.
Only one step is left to lead the spiritual consciousness to Jingtian Temple.
Pei Jingduo wanted to go up and cover his eyes and tell him not to look anymore.
But he still couldn't do anything.
This kind of helplessness is devastating, but he knows that the person in front of him is more helpless and sadder than him.
Jingtianyuan.
Jingtianyuan.
Is it really the last hope
The water mirror finally emerged into the picture.
The silver-haired young man looked numb and coldly forward.
The Jingtian Temple is deserted—there is no one left under the ladder to heaven.
After a long while, the water mirror violently trembled.
It seemed that a great master in the Spiritualization Stage was struggling with all his strength before his death. A line of crooked words written in blood appeared on the mirror.
—Resist it, escape.
Resist it and escape.
Pei Jing has closed his eyes.
The air was dead silent, suffocating. The snow was particularly cold this year. After a long while, he heard the young man laugh. The laugh was hollow and cold, and then it paused for a moment and turned into a suppressed cry.
Once a sword that cut through frost, he became famous for a time.
Only a hundred years.
I am deeply indebted to my teachers and friends who have been with me throughout my life and death.
The author has something to say: Deep gratitude, life and death teacher and friend - Gu Zhenguan
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