Qiao Mucai opened his mouth, the rain was salty and bitter, mixed with the taste of blood. He looked up and quietly looked at the young man in white. Zhang Yiming... Zhang Yiming, was it because he was too hungry and tired that his memory went wrong? Now he finally remembered. After remembering, his stiff fingers pressed against the cold stone wall. When he walked out of the lotus pond platform, wasn't he told of his other identity
Qiao Mucai spoke in a hoarse voice, word by word: "Pei... ... Yu... ... Zhi."
The young man in white lowered his eyes and wiped the blood off the sword with his sleeve. The dim sky and earth also covered his expression, and his face could not be seen clearly. After a long time, he just spoke in a low voice: "What day is it now that the demon is causing chaos?"
Qiao Mucai was stunned: "The third day."
The hand that was wiping the sword paused, and the young man pursed his lips into a line.
With a loud crash, something fell from above and then covered Qiao Muchai.
The scent of green grass, as clean as the first snow, is like a snow-white robe.
It was as if all the panic and despair had found a destination. Qiao Mucai's eyes were red, his fingers trembling as he plucked the corner of his robe, he lowered his head, and his tears fell into the sea.
The young man stood against the wall and said calmly, "You stay here first. Yunxiao and other sects should be here soon."
Qiao Mucai's eyes were red, and he mumbled, "Thank you."
Pei Yuzhi didn't know whether he heard it clearly or not.
His sleeves fluttered, and he did not stay here.
A silver streak of light streaked across the sky. It was him riding his sword away, bowing to the mountains and the sea.
Qiao Mucai looked at the man's departing back, his fingers clenched tightly, his eyes confused and dazed.
He recalled that when they were in Tiange, everyone talked about the Five Heroes. One of the disciples from Yunzhong City talked about Pei Yuzhi and sighed: "When he walked down Wuwang Peak with a sword, there was a vast expanse of snow behind him, but we seemed to see the Great Road of Light."
"If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that there are such people in the world."
"One look makes you believe he can do anything."
Qiao Muchai suddenly let out a short laugh.
It seemed... I began to understand what he said.
Pei Jing had no idea how long he had stayed in the Sword-Slaying Divine Realm.
Endless practice, a hundred years of meditation is like a moment.
It was not until the sword broke through the chaos and the overwhelming wind and rain awakened his consciousness.
Within the Dantian is pure and vast chaotic power.
It took about a hundred years, or a thousand years, to break through to the Spiritual Transformation. Time had no meaning in that space, but for him, the longing and anxiety were real, and they accompanied him for such a long time.
In the east of the sky, the stars are twinkling.
The ladder to heaven appears, piercing through the evil spirits and monsters in the world.
When he reached the Spirit Transformation Stage, the sword cultivator had a deeper understanding of the sword, but the Sword Killing Technique was even more unfamiliar to him.
It is strange because of the understanding. He knows every part of it but cannot grasp its soul.
Looking far in the direction of Jingtianyuan, Pei Jing's eyebrows were washed by the wind and rain and became a little cold, but confusion flashed in the depths of his eyes, "Is it because I can't break Wuhen..."
So what is no hatred
During the endless desolate time in the Sword Slaying Divine Realm, he also asked about the remaining Sword Slaying knowledge.
It used its last bit of strength to probe into his sea of consciousness, but gave a specious answer.
"You have no hatred."
Yu Jingtianyuan is the world's number one peak comparable to Wentian Peak and is also a forbidden area.
Now, the seal of the forbidden area has been opened.
At the end of the winding path, the dean in gray robe took a step forward and entered the cave.
With just one step, everything turned upside down. Outside, it was spring and bright, with flowers and plants flourishing, but inside, it was bone-chillingly cold and an empty ice room.
The ice cave leads to the sky, and in the center is an icy blue waterfall flowing upstream towards the blue sky, with a golden ladder attached to it.
Like a long snow dragon circling between heaven and earth, leaning forward towards the light.
The atmosphere in the cave is solemn and the air is pure and spotless.
There is not a trace of spiritual power, yet it seems to contain thousands of Taoist methods. The fire of Fengqi Mountain, the wind of West Kunlun. The endless death energy of the ghost realm, the light of the Buddha's fingertips.
The bell on Yu Qinglian's wrist rang softly. She frowned and asked, "Senior, the demon has awakened. Shouldn't we join forces to deal with Ji Wuyou? Why did you bring us here?"
The other three people also had the same doubts.
Xu Han looked up at the pillar of light that had stood there since the beginning of the universe, and said in a low and distant voice, "We can't deal with it."
"Back then, even with the combined power of all the gods, they could only seal him in the Netherworld. In the end, it was Yunxiao Sword Master who risked his life to remove the sword from his heart, which brought about ten thousand years of peace. You guys now are no match for him."
"Moreover, the real enemy of the awakened demon is not Ji Wuyou."
Feng Jin frowned.
There was also a hint of confusion in Wusheng's eyes.
Ji Wuduan raised his sleeves and coughed weakly, then asked, "Who is that?"
Xu Han shook his head. His skin began to age, his black hair turned gray, and his black, white and blue eyes contained unpredictable emotions.
"She's on the ladder."
Even though Xu Han didn't explain it clearly, they guessed who that "she" was. Who else could be on the ladder
"You must rebuild the ladder before he returns."
Yu Qinglian tilted her head: "Come back? Is it Ji Wuyou?"
Xu Han shook his head: "It's Yuzhi."
She was stunned.
Feng Jin's eyes narrowed: "Pei Yuzhi?"
Xu Han said: "The strange phenomenon of the ladder appeared several decades ago, which should be the day when Ji Wuyou was born. And the ladder really appeared in these few days. You were in Jingtianyuan for so long, didn't you see this light?"
No one present refuted Taoist Xu Han's words.
In the three years at Jingtian Academy, I have never seen this golden light.
Even to them, the ladder to heaven is a vague concept.
"This light means that the sword of death has been born." Xu Han said softly.
"The Ladder to Heaven is nothing more than the afterimage left by the Sword of Death when the world was divided by swords."
"Look carefully."
Everyone looked up. Above the snow dragon, in the light that penetrated the sky and earth, there were layers of white pumice extending upwards. It was visible to the naked eye, and it was cut across the center.
"This pumice stone grew from this upstream waterfall. It should have been the place with the most spiritual energy in the world, but now it is completely devoid of spiritual energy."
Yu Qinglian seemed to have realized something and took a step forward, her red dress stained with snow foam. A blue-green power surged from her fingertips, pure and bright, and became a blue light that penetrated into the center of the waterfall. Then, something was vaguely activated, and the speed of the waterfall's reverse flow increased.
She was startled, and tilted her head and asked, "Senior, do you want us to use our spiritual power to complete the ladder to heaven?"
Xu Han nodded, his expression more serious than ever before: "Yes, I called you here for this. You are here, no matter what happens, don't go out, remember, don't worry about anything. Your only task now is to make the ladder take shape. There are only five of us left in Jingtian Academy, I will go outside to buy time for you."
For the Lord of the Demons, anyone else who stayed would just die.
Xu Han asked other elders of Jingtian Academy to stay at the foot of Qiantian Mountains to prevent others from coming up.
Finally, he looked at the place he had spent thousands of years guarding.
Xu Han turned around, his clothes gathered starlight and dust, simple and gorgeous. And in his palm, a sword condensed bit by bit.
Stardust Sword, stars and dust, brilliance in the sky, faint light on the ground.
The door of the ice cave was completely closed.
Yunxiao's ancestor, who had never been born, walked step by step to the mountain steps that were covered with snow all year round.
Ji Wuyou also stopped in front of the stone steps of Jingtian Courtyard. This place is too high, and it is covered with snow all year round.
In his eyes, those Nascent Soul cultivators stationed in the mountains were nothing more than ants. He was not even worth raising a hand. He handed them over to his subordinates and headed straight for Jingtian Academy.
Ji Wuyou jumped down from the giant snake. The snake behind him let out a strange cry, became smaller and stiffer, and finally the snake's head became a handle and the snake's tail became a sharp point, becoming a dark, exquisite sword that contained an extremely evil aura.
It fell into his hands.
Originally, his entire body was covered in black mist, with only his bones clearly visible.
But when he stood on the ground, the fog around Ji Wuyou dissipated, revealing his true appearance.
The gray-brown robe and simple straw rope, only the murderous and evil look between the brows revealed his identity.
He squinted at the person at the top of the ninety-nine steps.
After a long while, he said with a smile: "Master?"
Xu Han said in a cold voice: "I don't deserve it."
Ji Wuyou waved his sleeves: "Master doesn't recognize me? Ha, don't you think my outfit looks familiar?"
Xu Han saw his appearance clearly and became furious, with cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Ji Wuyou said slowly, "Does he look like your good disciple? Ah, he is also my master." With a look of contempt in his eyes, the Lord of the Heavenly Demon said, "You Yunxiao are really my lifelong enemies. Ten thousand years ago, a Yunxiao Sword Master entered the Nine Netherworlds and took the Sword of Execution from my heart. Ten thousand years later, there was another Pei Yuzhi, who hindered me twice in this life and the past life. But these accounts should be settled today."
Xu Han said coldly: "You are not worthy of imitating his appearance. You will never replace him in your life."
Ji Wuyou's eyes condensed, and then twisted with deep hatred: "Is he unworthy? Don't worry, when I kill you, I will skin Pei Yuzhi and throw him into hell to accompany you."
Xu Han no longer wanted to talk to him. The murderous intent faded from his three-colored eyes, and he said, "Come on, then."
Stardust Sword, a stream of purple lightning overflowed from the tip of the sword.
The number one person in the world of cultivation.
Different from the group of young boys and girls who have just awakened or inherited power, Xu Han has truly lived for thousands of years and has achieved divine enlightenment. His strength would not be weak even if it were ten thousand years ago.
That purple sword intent is so familiar.
Ji Wuyou's expression changed, and his chest subconsciously hurt. Then he remembered Yunxiao Sword Master who broke into Jiuyou and pierced his heart.
The Lord of the Heavenly Demon gnashed his teeth and laughed: "Yunxiao Sword Technique, Qianqiu Sword Intention? Hahahaha! Everyone in you Yunxiao deserves to die."
Yunxiao Sword Technique ninth level, Qianqiu. Immortality is Qianqiu.
Xu Han still looked like a child or teenager of thirteen or fourteen years old, with flowing robes. His sword was different from the others. After he broke through the divine transformation, the sword body directly shattered into all things, be it starlight or dust, everything he could use.
Just like now, purple lightning penetrated the forest, ninety-nine stone steps cracked, and the forest roared, as if a giant dragon that had been sleeping for thousands of years had awakened. And behind Xu Han, a purple dragon really took shape.
"go!"
Zilong roared towards the sky and bit Ji Wuyou.
Wherever the dragon's tail passes, the grass and trees bend.
Ji Wuyou's eyes were grim: "Ten thousand years ago, he was able to kill me and take the sword from my chest, but that was because I was exhausted after fighting the gods at that time."
"You villain who took advantage of the situation, do you really take yourself seriously? Qianqiu Sword Intention?"
The dark purple light in his eyes turned cold, and he pointed the dark sword in his hand forward, saying frantically: "Then I will show you who is the master of this world!"
Boom—black and purple lightning fell from the sky and actually cut the mountain in half.
The huge rocks turned into a torrent, rushing down!
Ji Wuyou stretched out his hand and grabbed the head of the powerful purple dragon.
Xu Han’s face turned pale, he took a step back and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The sword intent is a part of his spiritual consciousness, and now he feels that his soul is being held in Ji Wuyou's hand.
He raised his eyes, and there was no joy or anger in them.
Ji Wuyou shattered the purple dragon sword intent and felt it was absurd and ironic.
"I was frightened by it when I was at Xuanyun Peak. Now it seems to be just an earthworm. Nothing more than that."
When he thought of the hatred of having his sword snatched away, he wanted to tear the old man in front of him to pieces, but he walked forward, paused for a moment, and thought of a better way to torture him.
Ji Wuyou curled his lips and said, "Master, look at who I am."
The demon bone changed in many ways. His body became smaller, he wore a gray-brown robe, his hair was tied with a straw rope, and only the gloom on his brows could not be washed away.
Ji Wuyou stood in front of the snow-covered steps and smiled: "Master, you must open your eyes and see who is killing you."
Xu Han fell to the ground, watching him approach step by step. The demon had the power to confuse people. Just looking at this skin that was exactly the same as Pei Yuzhi, Xu Han said calmly: "I said, no matter how much you learn, you will never be like him. You will never be able to replace him in this life."
Ji Wuyou's eyes instantly turned bloodshot and he sneered.
I'm too lazy to waste time talking to this old guy.
As the sword in his hand moved, the snake eyes on the hilt opened and it instantly revived into a real snake.
"Who wants to replace him? I have told you so many times!"
"He doesn't deserve it! He doesn't deserve it at all!"
The Lord of the Demons had madness in his eyes and a deep voice.
He wanted to pierce the old man's throat and blind his eyes.
Use blood to wash away the hatred and jealousy in your heart, for reasons you don’t even know why!
"He is just a brat. Wait, he will come to accompany you soon. No, I will grind him to dust and make him disappear into ashes."
The word "mie" is almost broken!
The snake sword exudes a dirty purple and reddish-black light. It is not spiritual power from the human world, but originated from Jiuyou in the ancient times.
The power of the devil.
"Go to hell, old man!"
Ji Wuyou was provoked out of control by just a few words.
However, the sword did not stab in the end.
Suddenly, snow began to fall. The cold, pure white snow fell on his forehead.
Ji Wuyou looked up like a trapped beast, but when he saw someone walking towards him on the snow, the madness and cruelty in his heart strangely calmed down.
He laughed with chattering teeth.
Little by little, the mist solidified around him and became the Lord of the Demon.
The world becomes even emptier and more distant after the snow.
At the top of Jingtianyuan, before the ladder to heaven, the world is a bloody hell.
This place, however, seems to be outside the five elements.
His clothes are brighter than the white snow, his hair is black and his eyes are as indifferent as the thousand-year-old ice in the deep sea.
Ji Wuyou laughed strangely: "Are you here to die with your master? I have been looking for you for a long time."
Xu Han supported himself on the ground, staring at him blankly, but didn't say anything.
The crystal snowflakes fell on Pei Jing's hair and solidified into frost.
When Pei Jing was in the Sword-Slaying Divine Realm, he thought that when he saw Ji Wuyou again, he would hate him to death and would want to grind this beast to ashes immediately, but now his heart was cold.
Looking at him is like looking at a fool who deceives himself and a self-righteous joke.
Ji Wuyou had never seen Pei Jing look like this before. A feeling of humiliation and anger rose from the bottom of his heart, but he quickly suppressed it. He was now the Lord of the Heavenly Demons. How could an ant like Pei Yuzhi have the qualifications to fight him? He had the same face as Pei Yuzhi and smiled meaningfully: "Ten thousand years ago, all the gods were just losers in my hands. Are you here to die?"
Xu Han looked back and saw that the ladder had not yet taken shape. His heart tightened and he shouted, "Yuzhi..."
Pei Jing probably knew what his master was going to say, so he stopped and smiled at him.
"Master, don't worry. I will tear his head off today."
His eyes and eyebrows are bright, without a trace of gloom.
Xu Han was stunned. He stared at him intently, trying to see some anger or solemnity on his face, but the boy's eyebrows and eyes were nonchalant, without even a trace of fighting intention.
Ji Wuyou was overloaded in the black fog, his breath was heavy and his eyes were cold. In his previous life, he was killed by Pei Yuzhi himself, the white-haired young man who returned from hell, with a murderous look in his eyes. The feeling now was completely different from before, but the oppression was the same.
Pei Jing stared at him and said in a calm voice: "When Heaven created you, it gave you the mission of cutting off the ladder to heaven. So it gave you great power, but other than that, it gave you nothing. Including the seven emotions and six desires, including the brain."
"She may only want to use you as a carrier of the sword, but as luck would have it, you have learned it all by yourself, and you have gained consciousness and a dirty heart."
"I'm really stupid. You're just a tool used by the Heaven to gather the evils of the world and raise them in a pool of blood. But I tried to influence you for a ridiculous reason."
"Ten thousand years ago, you were just a numb tool who only knew how to kill. Ten thousand years later, it is probably because of me that you have seven emotions and six desires. Oh, no, not seven emotions and six desires, but jealousy and inferiority complex."
"There is no such thing as awakening. You don't need to pretend to be the Lord of the Demons now, Ji Wuyou. You are you. You were saved by me in two lifetimes, but then you became jealous of me and became as humble as a maggot."
Pei Jing looked calm and spoke nonchalantly.
And every word that fell into Ji Wuyou's ears was like a long sharp knife, piercing directly through his soul, tearing through his flesh and blood, and pulling out the deepest and most unbearable truth that he tried to hide.
"Ahhh shut up!!!"
The demon bones hidden in the black fog emitted white light.
He was like a madman, and the snake sword in his hand gathered the black energy from heaven and earth and stabbed straight at Pei Jing.
Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow. Pei Jing ignored his anger, took a step forward, and said, "I have always been curious why the Green Lotus Goddess and Yunxiao Sword Master only mentioned the evil of Heaven when they told me about things that happened ten thousand years ago, but never mentioned you specifically. They mentioned your appearance, your temperament, and your actions ten thousand years ago besides slashing the ladder to heaven."
"Now I understand. Ten thousand years ago, you had no consciousness at all. You were just a puppet controlled by the Heavenly Dao. All your consciousness came into being ten thousand years later. It came into being during your second reincarnation."
Ji Wuyou's eyes were about to bleed, and he wanted to tear Pei Jing's mouth apart.
He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Shut up!"
The strange and violent demonic energy formed a low gale that howled between heaven and earth.
It devours everything and tears apart mountains and rivers.
Pei Jing looked at him coldly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "So that's why you hate me so much now, and that's why you want to replace me so much."
"From a puppet without consciousness to a fool who can only imitate others. I am too lazy to even hate you now. I just want to kill the Tiandao behind you. You really don't deserve it. I will do it."
His soul was being torn apart, his flesh and blood were tumbling, Ji Wuyou suddenly looked up to the sky and roared "Ah-". The devilish power of the devil overflowed from the chest of the devil bone, and the wind and clouds in the Jingtian Courtyard surged, and the flowers, plants and trees were shattered in an instant, turbid the sky and earth, and even the snow turned gray and black.
After he roared, he supported himself on the ground with his fingers and remained silent for a long time.
The world was deathly silent.
After a long while, he began to laugh. His laughter was evil and cold, yet it contained hatred that penetrated deep into his soul.
"You guessed it right."
Pei Jing's expression did not change, his eyes were as deep as the snow even through it.
"You guessed it right."
The Lord of the Heavenly Demon is nothing but a shell and a skeleton. His soul and memory, from beginning to end, belong only to Ji Wuyou.
"But so what?"
He half-knelt on the ground, scooped up the blood on the ground with his fingers, and said in a hoarse voice: "My memory has only become clear since I met you. All my emotions are caused by you, jealousy, inferiority, and fear."
Ji Wuyou raised his head, revealing the face that Pei Jing was familiar with, and said softly, "That's why I want to kill you."
He stood up again.
Low black gale began to gather between heaven and earth, and a force that tore through the void was generated from the ground. The power of the five elements of heaven and earth was integrated, gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. The strength of the Lord of the Heavenly Demon made the whole world silent. Thousands of miles away, at the end of the sky, Yunxiao, Yingzhou, Fengqi Mountain, and Tianyan City, there was wind everywhere and dark clouds everywhere. Sobbing, it was the monsters running rampant. The power of □□ tore through time, and the snow stopped in the air. Only that demon bone was light, white and bloody. Ji Wuyou was thinking about what Pei Yuzhi brought to him, humiliation, inferiority, and jealousy. Just like he said in his previous life, the Heavenly Demon should not have emotions... ... Because if he had emotions, they must be dark.
Even these dark emotions made him who he is.
"What I regretted most in my last life was not pulling out your soul and whipping it. I will never make the same mistake again in this life."
Pei Jing lowered his eyes and smiled, his temperament like flowing wind and returning snow. He said softly, "Ji Wuyou, have you figured out your identity? Without Zhu Jian, you are nothing."
Ji Wuyou's eyes suddenly widened.
But then an ice-blue light pierced through the sky and overflowed from the sword in the young man's hand.
The thunderclouds suddenly turned, time was no longer rigid, the snow fell heavier, and then, the space changed!
Bang!
A purple thunder broke through the dimness.
Ji Wuyou suddenly felt a dull pain in his chest and saw what he saw.
It is the Wentian Peak covered with snow.
A small flat land suddenly appeared in the sky and earth, with light and shadows all captured. The surrounding clouds and mist were floating, and white waves were floating.
Ji Wuyou leaned back and felt something cold. He looked back and saw that it was the Heavenly Questioning Stone that had stood for ten thousand years. On the top, three words were clearly engraved: "Pei Yuzhi."
His eyes widened little by little.
He had sensed something was wrong when Pei Jing made his move. The power in Pei Jing was definitely not from the mortal realm, and even his cultivation was definitely not at the Nascent Soul stage.
"You..." he murmured, looking up.
Pei Jing looked down at him and smiled. The breeze and the bright moon were pure and dust-free.
"Ji Wuyou, I really want to kill you."
"But it's not enough. The pain you caused my lover deserves to be cut into pieces a thousand times."
Ji Wuyou was half-kneeling on the ground, looking extremely miserable.
Pei Jing looked indifferent.
"The sword never belonged to you."
He stretched out his hand and cut off Ji Wuyou's hand.
Ji Wuyou's eyes were blank, and he no longer thought about why Pei Jing could kill him.
The whistling sound of snow in my ears brings up memories as surging as a mighty river.
It was also Wentian Peak and it was also snowing, but the roles were reversed and he became the embarrassed person.
"I don't even need to destroy your cultivation. You are already a useless person. In fact, you are not even a human being."
Pei Jing's sword pierced straight through the center of the demon's skull, and his voice was indifferent.
He cut off his spiritual roots.
"You were born in hell, there's no need to send you there."
He destroyed his Dantian.
"I want to crush your pride, but it seems that you have been so stupid and humble all your life."
Speaking of this, Pei Jing laughed out loud.
The only thing in this world that can chisel open the bones of the devil is the sword of death.
Pei Jing remembered his last words and said, "There is no Pei Yuzhi in the world anymore, only you?"
"Ji Wuyou, how pathetic you are."
The demon bones nurtured by the blood pool for ten thousand years are falling apart.
Ji Wuyou also curled up on the ground like an ant.
The black mist slowly dissipated, and there was a light crackling sound, but it was the demon bones that shattered and turned into ashes.
A thread in his mind was slightly broken.
After his bones were removed, he became a mortal.
The body became smaller and returned to its original appearance. Wearing brown clothes stained with blood, his eyes were confused after the pain. Snowflakes fell on his body, it was painful, like big drops of rain.
Rain...
Yinghui Peak.
The boy's clear and smiling voice came into his memory. The light fragrance and the gorgeous oleander. In the small space, the light of snow and moonlight could not reach his eyebrows. The boy stretched out his hand to him and said with a smile: "Ji Wuyou?" In the past life... ... In this life.
The same rain, the season of evening rain, "Can I fight you?" I asked timidly when I was a child. The young man standing on the high platform, the center of attention, smiled freely, "No, I'm too strong, it's not fun to bully you. You can continue the match with my defeated men."
He raised his head stiffly, trying to see the features of the person in the wind and snow, the person he once longed for so much.
Hatred became meaningless, and jealousy was nothing. He thought of the hundred years when Tianqian Peak was reviled.
He also... wanted to be Pei Yuzhi's pride.
Ji Wuyou felt pain, fear and helplessness, just like in the past, he was cold and hungry and felt that he was about to die.
This time he was really going to die. The person who saved him twice was in front of him, but he would never reach out to him again.
Pei Jing passed him.
As he was walking forward, he was tripped by Wen Tianshi.
Looking at the name above, the former honor, now only the emptiness in his heart. Pei Jing said softly: "I avenged you, but it seems that you have avenged in your last life, but it doesn't matter, I am relieved now." He blinked and actually shed tears.
He took a step forward and walked out of the changing space.
Taoist Xu Han stood in front of the snow, wanting to say something! Suddenly, there was a clear sound in the sky - like thunder piercing through the ravines, and then, a dazzling golden light illuminated the sky and the earth!
“The ladder to heaven—” Taoist Xu Han’s eyes widened, and then he was overjoyed, “The ladder to heaven is completed! The ladder to heaven is completed!”
Pei Jing put away his sword and quietly looked up at the end of the sky. The glorious and majestic road passed through heaven and earth and led all living things.
The light is too strong, absorbing all other colors, so everything is a blinding white.
The light from the ladder shone on the young man's face, illuminating his spirit like a sharp edge.
With his black hair fluttering, Pei Jing looked at him for a long time, narrowed his eyes, and said softly: "Chu Junyu, wait for me..."
Pei Jing had thought countless times about what was above the ladder. It could be another world, or it could be darkness. But when he really stepped on the rocks and went up step by step, what he saw was a light. It was called a galaxy, but it wasn't really a galaxy. The pale green light extended to the sky, illuminating the broken jade on the ground, and then to the pale green throne at the end. It was empty and silent, as if there were only him and the person at the end of the space. The woman with dark silver eyes who sat on the throne and now stood up little by little. The graceful grace she had when they first met was gone, and her false tenderness and compassion had now turned into a cold and hideous smile that froze the corners of her lips.
The pure white dress scattered in the void. The moment she saw Pei Jing, she stopped sitting. The moment the demon bone was shattered, she also felt the pain of being cut into pieces—the person in front of her! It was the person in front of her! He ruined all her plans and trampled on her dignity time and time again!
"Pei Yuzhi, you really deserve to die."
Her tone was strange and low. She watched him approach step by step.
Whispered: "Do you think you beat me? Dream on!"
"If you crush the demon bone, I can create it again. This world is under my control, and time can go back again, but you will no longer be my opponent in the next reincarnation!"
Pei Jing just said indifferently: "Where is Chu Junyu?"
Tiandao had been waiting for this question from him. The pleasure of revenge surged from the bottom of his heart, and his red lips curled up: "He has finally become a useless person, and I have wiped him out from this world!"
The crazy laugh was suppressed between her lips.
She said in a relaxed tone: "Look, without Chu Junyu, what will you use to fight me in the next reincarnation?"
"So what if you relied on the power of chaos to achieve perfection?"
"You will never be able to comprehend the state of no hatred in your lifetime!"
The woman's eyes flashed with icy poison: "From the moment you fell in love, I knew that this time, I will definitely not lose! Ah!"
Her gaze suddenly fixed.
She stared at the young man in front of her and the sword stuck in her chest.
Pei Jing said softly: "You must have been trapped here by him, otherwise you would have gone down long ago when I killed Ji Wuyou."
Tiandao's expression was stiff for only half a second, then he stretched out his white hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.
"Yes, so thank you for coming to see me, thank you for the ladder to heaven, and for giving me a way out." She laughed sarcastically: "I don't want to kill you, because killing you requires too much strength. And you can't kill me."
Pei Jing raised his eyes, his eyes were like peach blossoms in spring, with a smile that was romantic and cool.
"You want to reincarnate again. Do you think I'm still willing to play this game with you?"
The beautiful girl with black hair all over her body looked as ferocious as an old woman. Her dark silver eyes were filled with cold sarcasm: "You have no right to say no!"
"Aren't you very curious about who brought me into this world?"
Tiandao’s eyes narrowed.
Pei Jing said: "It is the knowledge of killing the sword."
The atmosphere suddenly became extremely cold.
Tiandao's expression was as white as frost and snow: "Oh, so, the Sword Slayer's Wisdom asked you to deal with me. But do you have the qualifications to kill me?"
Pei Jing didn't want to listen at all, nor did he want to listen to her every word. He moved the sword in his hand forward another inch, but Tiandao seemed not to feel the pain and just looked at him with a mocking smile.
"You are nothing but the awakened consciousness of heaven and earth that shouldn't exist."
On the way up to the ladder to heaven, every cloud and every ray of light seemed to be telling the past.
Pei Jing felt his heart was surprisingly calm, as if at the end of the day, there was only emptiness.
"I have thought about this before. How can I not hate you? When I saw what you did in your last life, I just wanted to cut you into pieces. How can I eliminate this hatred? I even thought about erasing that memory. But even if the memory disappears, it will not be erased."
“I thought it was hopeless.”
“But it wasn’t until I entered the divine realm that the sword-killing consciousness told me that I had no hatred.”
Tiandao's calm expression finally collapsed. There was disbelief in Anyin's eyes. She took a step back, as if she had heard a joke: "How is it possible? Do you think I would believe it—Uh ah!"
Suddenly, her eyes almost popped out.
She stepped back, lowered her head, and looked at the hole on her stomach that would not heal after she had escaped from Zhujian. It was pitch black and grew on her body. Moreover, it was slowly growing and spreading, and it seemed that it would not stop!
Tiandao finally collapsed and screamed: "What is this? What is this?"
Pei Jing lowered his eyes and said, "I have no hatred. For a cultivator, hatred is the root of the inner demons."
"The Sword Slayer said that I had no hatred. This is what I saw from my Dao heart. You see, when I started practicing Dao, I never had any inner demons."
"But I still haven't realized the power of the sword."
"Because, the last stage of the sword-killing sword intent, No Hatred, has never been in me."
Tiandao leaned on the throne in pain, trying to stop the growing black hole with his fingers, but he was powerless. It was devouring her, it was killing her. When he looked up, his dark silver eyes were already bleeding! For the first time! Complete madness!
Pei Jing suddenly smiled, a little confused: "Everyone ignored it, even I ignored it."
"Chu Junyu and I... are the same person."
"Everything changes, but the Sword of Death remains immortal. So even if you reverse time, the changes you make to the Sword of Death will be eternal. Including the original split in two!"
Tiandao no longer cared about himself. His brain was blank due to Pei Jing's words. He laughed for a long time and looked miserable at the end.
"You are one person, hahahaha, you are one person!"
Pei Jing's voice was as light as flying snow, and as hazy as the way of heaven.
"Yeah, we are one."
"So the hatred that Zhu Jian asked for was never directed at me."
"But, to Chu Junyu."
No wonder.
No wonder.
He recalled the look Chu Junyu gave him when the world was in turmoil, and his inexplicable waiting.
Chu Junyu had known this for a long time, so he gave his life to him.
Pei Jing said softly: "He trapped you in the void to give me more time."
Tiandao's eyes were bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and laughed out loud, "Yes! He wanted to give you enough time to kill Ji Wuyou and let you climb the ladder to find me, Wuhen, hahahaha, Chu Junyu actually did such a ruthless thing for you!"
"But you are late, you are late!"
She only wanted revenge now! She wanted Pei Jing to suffer as much as she did!
"I was wondering why his power disappeared so quickly. Hahaha, it turns out he forced himself to be without hatred. It's a pity that you didn't find me before he became completely useless!"
Pei Jing's eyes turned red, and he raised his sword, pointing it directly at her forehead.
He said hoarsely, "Shut up!"
The dark green lights along the steps were extinguished one by one, and Tiandao's heart was filled with endless irony and regret.
She had forgotten when she became conscious. Thousands of years ago, she suddenly opened her eyes and saw mountains and rivers. She had the ability to control everything in the world, including the sun, the moon, the stars, time, life and death. She was revered by all living things, and she enjoyed this honor. However, the rise of the monks changed everything. Eternal life was no longer her privilege, and overwhelming mountains and seas was no longer her divine power.
As one by one people passed the ladder, ascended and stood in front of her, breaking through the void to another world, they ignored her dignity.
When the people of the world admired those humble monks, she became a legend, a meaningless concept. She could no longer bear it.
Tian Dao said intermittently: "Rules cannot have consciousness. How I came into being, I think, should be attributed to you monks."
Pei Jing was waiting for him.
Tiandao smiled palely, "Because all of you think there is one Tiandao - everyone!"
"The will of a monk is so powerful, let alone millions of people. Faith is the same as that of a god. Hahahaha, you created me."
"You didn't expect that."
Tiandao coughed up blood, her hair scattered in the void, her body turned into star ash, and the pure white dress woven by stars and moons finally returned to the universe. She knew she was going to die, or maybe it was not death, but annihilation.
Smiling, he taunted, "You created me... so I can kill you with my own hands."
Pei Jing said: "You are the wrong existence."
Tiandao's eyes were filled with hatred. Before the last look of the eternal night, she whispered, "As long as the fictitious Tiandao in your hearts is not dead, and the guide who is always thinking about helping you to live forever is not dead, I will come back again."
Pei Jing laughed sarcastically: "You think too much. How long ago was that in the world of cultivation? Just follow the will of heaven?"
"Who is still pursuing you now, hoping for your favor?"
Pei Jing said softly: "You won't come back."
A slight sound spread in the empty universe, the blue lights went out, and in the endless darkness, Pei Jing turned his head quietly.
In Chu Junyu's life, Ji Wuyou died, and the sky and the earth collapsed. So what would happen if the Heavenly Dao died
Suddenly he heard thunder in the deep darkness.
Pei Jing was stunned.
There is no sky or earth here, but it is raining and no one knows where the thunder comes from.
Walk forward.
Pei Jing bumped into a piece of glass. The world was distorted, and heavy rain formed a curtain. The sky was swallowed up, and time was distorted.
He stared blankly at the glass. The reflection in the mirror was of a young man in a shirt.
Her face looked bright and gentle in the mist of tea.
His eyes were clear. The moment he looked over, Pei Jing blinked. He couldn't help but shed tears.
—So handsome that he got struck by lightning, so he traveled through time.
Unspeakable sorrow just welled up in my heart.
The person on the other side of the mirror suddenly smiled again, stretched out his hand, and interlocked their fingers.
Pei Jing was stunned.
The young man on the other side of the glass had short black hair that was growing longer, silver like snow, and his facial features were also changing.
Thunder illuminates the place.
The silver-haired young man walked through a long time and returned to his side, smiling: "I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Pei Jing wanted to say something else.
He kissed me, and I felt the familiar cool breath and a smiley sentence: "Don't look at me, I'm really handsome."
The author has something to say: Ah, there are extra chapters, but I’m asking for trouble by applying for this week’s completion list qwq!
Mark it as completed first, and we’ll talk about it a week later.
The next one will be in the column, please help me collect it.
Then here, I want to recommend a piece of writing written by my kid! Go read it if you are short of writing!
My Mission Targets Are All Reborn - Wu Shi
It's really good-looking, and the male lead is my three-dimensional ideal type. Hehe.