Pei Jing half-squatted beside the tank, his pupils shrank slightly, his mouth opened, and his face was complicated. Although he knew that Chu Junyu's identity was not ordinary and had already prepared himself mentally, he never expected that it would be him.
Suddenly I remembered the last time they met, he asked him who he was, and he left him an unpredictable answer - you'll know next time you meet. Sure enough... ... this time he knew.
"Chu... Jun Yu?" Pei Jing shouted in disbelief, but his voice was very low.
But the two of them were so close that Chu Junyu could hear even the lowest voice.
Chu Junyu lowered his eyes to look at him and suddenly smiled.
Pei Jing was startled and looked up.
There was a faint smile on Chu Junyu's lips, and his eyes, pure as blood jade, were like the abyss, and the truth could not be seen clearly. He leaned over and said, "Pei Yuzhi, thank you."
The voice was so light and precious, like meeting an old friend after a long time.
Pei Jing felt inexplicably uncomfortable after hearing this.
But he didn't like this. He really disliked Chu Junyu's tone.
Pei Jing was stunned for only a few seconds. After coming back to his senses, he quickly grabbed Chu Junyu's hand and said awkwardly, "Don't thank me yet. Let's find a way to leave here first."
Before he could finish his words, there was a loud explosion behind him.
Boom, dark blue light splashed everywhere, the monster whimpered in pain, and Zhang Qingshu suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed hideously. Pei Jing turned around and met a pair of strangely black eyes without whites.
Zhang Qingshu's appearance was slowly changing. His hair kept growing longer and his skin became whiter and whiter, as if it had been soaked in water for too long, until it became transparent. His body suddenly grew taller.
He floated in the air, lowered his head, and looked at Pei Jing.
The undead monsters under his feet fell into a trance, twisting and circling themselves in the posture of being bent and trapped in a tank, screaming in despair and pain.
Zhang Qingshu laughed heartily, and at the end he made a sound that was indistinguishable between male and female. He had completely turned into a monster.
"I begged to die but you wouldn't let me. You forced me to kill you first."
"Then just kill them! A lot of people have died in this place anyway!"
The pen in his hand became a sharp blade, and a strange pressure permeated the space from all directions. The red lock hanging in the air was shaking with a creaking sound. This time the momentum was too strong, and dust flew everywhere, even blowing open the door next to the Zhang family's courtyard.
As early as when Pei Jing met the Thousand-Faced Woman, he had been wondering how terrifying the strength of these monsters would be in their heyday. Now he had seen it. The moment Zhang Qingshu turned into a demon, it started raining again in Zhonglian Village. The black rain was pouring down from the sky, strange and cold.
The sky and the earth were covered with dark clouds, blocking out the light from the sky.
In mid-air, he stepped on thousands of chained monsters and with a stroke of a pen, the sky collapsed and the earth split.
Pei Jing: "Are you crazy already?!"
What was strange was that even though the world was in turmoil, the area around the jar seemed like a holy land, with a faint white light, protected by some kind of power that blended with the heaven and earth. Zhang Qingshu's power could not touch this land at all.
No wonder he needs to rely on Ji Wuyou to smash this jar.
Pei Jing was not afraid within the range of the light, but after Ji Wuyou fainted, he lay in the rain.
Every bloody blade that fell from the sky left a deep charred mark on the ground. If it fell on a person, the person would definitely be torn into pieces.
Since he brought Ji Wuyou out, there was no reason for him to die in this place.
"You figure it out first, I'll go save him."
Pei Jing stood up and recited the formula silently. A thin ice-blue barrier appeared around him. He rushed into the rain with a sword and ran to Ji Wuyou. The evil spirit here was too strong. Ji Wuyou was also disturbed in his coma. He looked panic and desperate, sweating, and his hands and feet were shaking.
Blood blades fell from the sky in all directions. Pei Jing carefully dodged them, rolled on the ground, and picked up Ji Wuyou.
The protagonist of this age is still a little fat, and it is a bit difficult. Pei Jing looked down, frowning, and couldn't help thinking: "Maybe this is the protagonist, God will give him a great responsibility, so there will be many hardships in the early stage."
Zhang Qingshu laughed: "I knew you would come to save him."
The speed of the falling black rain suddenly slowed down. The raindrops stopped in the air, time stopped, and then the drops began to gather together, densely packed together, forming a huge black monster.
There was no entity, no facial features, but the moment the monster stepped over, the ice-blue barrier around Pei Jing shattered.
He held Ji Wuyou and dodged frantically.
A ferocious smile appeared on Zhang Qingshu's lips.
He used the heaven and earth as his book and wrote something with his pen.
Pei Jing's ears were buzzing. The monster was right behind him. When he was about to reach the edge of the tank and within the range of white light, suddenly a line of small black words appeared beside him, blocking all his retreat.
Every word was even clearly visible. He looked up and found that the raindrops in the air had turned into words one by one. Thousands and thousands, from top to bottom.
This scene made his scalp tingle.
A dilapidated yard, a blood lock hanging in the sky, words changing from raindrops, and the most common thing is killing.
That song of Seven Kills.
“Kill, kill, kill!”
Pei Jing thought that Zhang Qingshu was really crazy now.
A person who is so extreme as to use his own views of right and wrong to demand others to do the same is even stricter with himself.
Zhang Qingshu has pursued benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness all his life. When he saw the monsters being raised in the jar, he was finally driven crazy by his inner anger and collapse. He knew that he had caused the disaster and wanted to die, but only when the bloody facts were laid out before him did he understand how deep his sin was.
Pei Jing drew out the Lingyun Sword, thinking that he would face a fierce battle, but it didn't happen. After a very slight sound, the words gathered in the air suddenly faded and disappeared as if they were wiped out of existence.
The rain stopped and even the dark clouds began to dissipate.
The sky gradually brightened. I heard footsteps behind me.
Pei Jing turned around in surprise, and the first thing he saw was Chu Junyu's collar. It was pure black with silver patterns embroidered on it, and the sleeves were wide. He walked out of the light, with a tall figure and silver hair like snow, but he blended in with the surrounding atmosphere, even more mysterious and cold.
Zhang Qingshu's eyes fell on Chu Junyu. After a while, he smiled strangely: "You are not dead?"
Chu Junyu retracted his gaze. In fact, he didn't want to care about Zhang Qingshu. The flood was overwhelming and the world was overturned.
But before he could stop him, he saw Pei Jing rushing out to save Ji Wuyou.
Pei Jing was terrified just now, hiding here and there and almost dying, now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief. Sitting on the bed, he looked down at Ji Wuyou, the little fat boy was still trembling in the nightmare, but fortunately he was fine.
Pei Jing sweated and said to Chu Junyu, "Thank you."
He had just rolled around on the ground, his face was dirty with mud and water, and his clothes were also spotted with stains. He looked quite disheveled.
Chu Junyu looked down at him.
Pei Jing felt a little guilty. He had tricked Chu Junyu to Shangyang Peak because he had promised him to stay away from Ji Wuyou. But now, he risked his life to save Ji Wuyou in front of him.
The boy scratched his hair in embarrassment.
Chu Junyu half-knelt down, his robe falling to the ground, his cold silver hair touching Pei Jing's arm. His blood-red eyes were emotionless, his mood was unpredictable.
Pei Jing didn't know how to start. Suddenly, Chu Junyu stretched out his hand, his fingers were pale and cold, and touched his cheek.
Pei Jing: “?”
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Chu Junyu's mouth.
—What is the end of being stubborn and refusing to change? In that space where the Way of Heaven exists, time stands still, and the incompetence and despair of the past are repeated over and over again. It is a torment of tearing out bones and breaking souls, over and over again, and the cycle never ends.
The Yunxiao Sect was wiped out and Wentian Peak suffered a crushing defeat.
Dignity and expectations are crushed into dust, and the youthful spirit becomes a pent-up breath in the heart, and hell will never leave for eternity.
His expression was very calm, and he said slowly: "She made me pity Ji Wuyou's pain, pity his repentance in this life, and pity his kindness that still exists in his young age."
His hand slowly slid down, lifted Pei Jing's chin, and a sarcastic and cold smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Who will pity you then?"
"... ... I pity your kindness, your courage, and your sincerity now."
Shu Yan was angry in the air: "Oh, so what if you survived? - Now that you are here, don't even think about getting out!"
A strong wind suddenly rose from the ground. Zhang Qingshu was the nightmare of this underground world, dominating everything. With a crash, the red lock that had never been out of place finally revealed its true appearance. Except for the jar, the rest of the ground was cracked.
The tightly locked locks emerged from the ground, one after another, stretching in all directions. They formed a cage, a dilemma. The origin of the locks was at the bottom of the jar, and they had a mysterious and profound power.
Pei Jing felt the ground beneath him surging, and murderous aura and blood were flying behind him.
He wanted to turn around, but Chu Junyu pinched his chin and moved him forward a little.
Chu Junyu lowered his head, his silver hair almost blending into the white light, but his blood-red eyes revealed his true emotions for the first time, cold yet gentle.
His tone was as soft as a lover's whisper, but the coldness in it chilled people to the bone.
"Although your kindness is foolish, your bravery is like committing suicide."
"Although I'm angry now, I promised to protect you, and I won't break my promise."
Pei Jing was frightened by the pressure from his body. The power on Chu Junyu was beyond what he had ever seen. It even seemed that it was not the five elements of heaven and earth in this world. With Chu Junyu as the center, a black energy began to spread.
Pei Jing looked up blankly.
Behind him were thousands of hideous blood locks forming a cage, beneath his feet was the cracked ground, ghosts and spirits were surging. The sky and earth were dark, Shu Yan was laughing, monsters were screaming, blood and black light were entangled.
Chu Junyu went against the light, leaned close to his ear, and said, "Lend me the Lingchen Sword."
Pei Jing didn't understand what he was going to do, but he still let go of the hand that was holding Ling Chen's sword.
Every sword cultivator has a strange feeling towards his sword. The same is true for the sword cultivator. After communicating with the sword cultivator, they will feel dependent on each other. But when Chu Junyu took the Lingchen Sword from him, he did not feel any rejection.
He didn't reject it, and Lingchen Sword didn't reject it either.
Chu Junyu held the sword and smiled. He stood up and held the sword behind his back.
Pei Jing pursed his lips. Chu Junyu was not a good person. He knew this the first time he saw him on the suspension bridge, and he had not changed his mind. This person had a lingering bloody evil spirit in his bones, a moody personality, and a soul that seemed to be growing in hell.
But when he was holding the Lingchen Sword and standing with his back to the light, Pei Jing suddenly felt a very strange sense of familiarity.
... ... .sense of familiarity.
Shu Yan said angrily: "Don't struggle, this is her power, you can't get out!"
Chu Junyu smiled with interest: "She has already used up 90% of her energy just to trap me this time - do you think she will still be here?"
Shu Yan's eyes suddenly widened.
The same sword has completely different feelings in the hands of Pei Jing and Chu Junyu.
The cold light flashed, the phoenixes cried and the cranes howled, and the whole world was torn apart by a force from outside the world, destroying everything in its path - Shu Yan's immortality was a gift from heaven, but his power was beyond the rules.
The sword's power is vast, and anything that falls on the blood lock will be cut off.
The cage was collapsing, Shu Yan felt the pain, his eyes were bared, and he held the pen in his hand like a sharp weapon, and threw it at Chu Junyu's face.
"You don't know your own limits."
The blade of Ling Chen's sword was ten thousand times sharper. Shu Yan advanced, he blocked, and blood and ink splashed everywhere. The blue light was bright, and the light and shadow were chaotic and gorgeous. Pei Jing sat on the ground and only heard Shu Yan's roar, which shattered the tiles of Zhang's house.
Shu Yan's body froze in mid-air, with disbelief in his eyes. The brush in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, but he was not dead. As a monster favored by heaven, he was already a part of heaven. He was on the verge of becoming violent.
There is malice, resentment and all the negative emotions in the eyes.
A strange power was accumulating around Shu Yan. If he dispersed his spirit at this moment, all the dead and living people in this village, except Chu Junyu, would be buried with him.
Shu Yan's body swelled up little by little, becoming larger and larger, and his face became more terrifying.
Time seemed to stand still.
Pei Jing had a bad feeling in his heart. What was this madman up to
But the gathering power did not last long.
The door of Zhang's house was pushed open again, and a woman's voice came anxiously.
"Zhang Qingshu!"
This sound seemed to penetrate the life and death of the world, and penetrate the impermanence of life and death for a hundred years.
The crazy person's eyes were dull for a moment, and then he slowly woke up.
... ... Zhang Qingshu.
This voice is so familiar.
There is a gentleness in the chaotic and painful memories. It is the girl's imperial skirt, fluttering like a pink butterfly on a clear afternoon. She trotted through the corridors of the palace, and before leaving, she looked back in surprise, met his cold and tired eyes, and slowly revealed a somewhat shy smile. After the rain, everything was clear, and her eyes were like spring water, flowing through people's hearts.
That was his fiancée chosen by the emperor, the youngest princess from Liguo.
The little princess secretly ran to the imperial garden to see him, but was stopped by a maid and her identity was exposed. She ran away in a hurry, feeling a little annoyed and embarrassed.
The grass and trees are lush and green, and the eaves of the palace are echoing.
His... ...fiancee.
"puff-"
The monster suspended in the air suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, then fell to the ground.
Zhao Youqing ran over with the bag in her hand. She was trembling all over, her hands and feet were cold, and her heart was cold. She lifted the young man up from the pool of blood with her stiff arms. Without saying anything, tears fell first. Five hundred years, the obsession had been entangled for five hundred years, and at this moment, all the suppressed emotions rushed out.
"Zhang Qingshu, Zhang Qingshu..." Her fingers were cramping and she clutched his arm tightly, repeating over and over again, but her words were incomplete.
Zhang Qingshu slowly woke up and opened his eyes. His face was as pale as paper, and the depression between his eyebrows was lingering, but his eyes were somewhat relieved - he was about to die. Chu Junyu's sword just now killed him directly. It turned out that... ... there are other ways to die in this world. The spiritual power in his body was dissipating, and he was about to become a mortal again. His internal organs were in severe pain, but his mood was surprisingly calm.
I could hear the girl sobbing softly.
He had actually heard her crying many times.
Zhang Qingshu said, "Don't cry, it's all over."
Zhao Youqing bit her lip, tears falling silently, but her breath soon calmed down, her voice trembling: "Don't you think that you are actually the biggest villain?"
Blood oozed from the corners of Zhang Qingshu's lips, his expression was cold: "I know. So I deserve to die."
Zhao Youqing: "Yes, you deserve to die, you are a bad guy. But I deserve to die even more, I actually fell in love with a bad guy." She laughed, tears still hanging in the corners of her eyes, desperate and crazy, "Then my husband, this time, let's die together."
Let’s die together.
Zhang Qingshu shook his head and said, "You won't die."
Zhao Youqing's tears fell: "People in Li country say that you are the reincarnation of Wenquxing, and Wenquxing is a god, and gods have no emotions. But I also feel that, Zhang Qingshu, you should like me, right, husband?"
"That person three years ago was you, right? On the night of inheritance, you were the one who accidentally entered the temple and saved her, right?"
Zhang Qingshu said, "I forgot."
Zhao Youqing said, "You are lying to me again. You placed a piece of my soul in that girl's body. Why? For my new life? People only live for a hundred years. After a hundred years, I will be her - but when I really use someone else's body and climb out of the coffin, there is no one in this world who I love and who loves me. What is the meaning of new life?"
Zhang Qingshu remained silent.
Zhao Youqing lowered her head, tears boiling hot, flowing down the scholar's pale cheeks, and she kissed Zhang Qingshu on the lips. Her lips and teeth trembled, desperate and affectionate: "Please, let's die together, husband."
Let's die together. The origin of this underground world is that jar.
The power of Heaven was in the jar. Now Heaven was gone, and Zhang Qingshu was dead too.
The white light around the tank was gradually fading.
Every blade of grass and every tree in this world is also turning into powder and starlight.
Pei Jingyao looked at the man and woman hugging each other in a pool of blood with a complicated expression.
Aju's eyes could only see black and white because there was a soul that did not belong to her and he could not expel it. Now he understood that he could not expel it because of Shu Yan's power.
Zhao Youqing is influencing Aju, her emotions and even her world. The darkest colors in Zhonglian Village are black and white.
This time, it was a true collapse of heaven and earth. The plants and creatures in this world were slowly stiffening, petrifying, and then turning into ash and foam, dissipating from heaven and earth.
They are the only ones left.
A force was pulling him out of this world. Pei Jing turned back for the last time and found that the door of Zhang's ancestral hall was open, with a calligraphy hanging on it. The black words on the white paper, every stroke clearly showed love.
"Heaven and earth provide everything for human beings, yet people complain that heaven is unkind."
“I didn’t know that the locusts were all over the world, and they brought suffering to the people and the king’s officials.”
... ...
"From now on, the world will be turned upside down. Why should we be so stingy when killing people?"
... ...
When our ancestors in the ghost realm traveled, what they saw was probably the one hanging in the Zhang family ancestral hall.
—I was not born to compete for supremacy, and I am still dreaming of the past thousand years!
As his body was being pulled out of this chaotic and dark world, Ji Wuyou felt warm all over. He rubbed his eyes and got up, only to find a soft white light all around him.
He was in the sky, and looking down, he saw that nightmare-like village—people kneeling, screaming, running, and glaring. All the ghosts turned into stone sculptures, and the rushing green river stopped.
He made it out alive?! But there was no joy of surviving a disaster. He just stared at his hands for a long time without saying a word.
Ji Wuyou heard someone calling his name.
"Wuyou." The voice belonged to a woman, so gentle that it made people cry.
Ji Wuyou looked up suddenly, but only saw a blurry figure in the light and shadow. Even though her appearance had changed, Ji Wuyou still knew it subconsciously.
It was her—the old woman who had led the way for him.
"You..." Ji Wuyou wanted to say something.
That person smiled and spoke first, interrupting him.
"I'm here to say goodbye to you. I may sleep for a long time and won't be able to stay by your side any longer."
Ji Wuyou was stunned.
The man said, "But don't be afraid. No one will hurt you for a long time."
"I had hoped that you would take another path without shortcuts, but the rules of the world have been disrupted. You have to become stronger faster."
Ji Wuyou murmured: "Become stronger..."
The man said in a ethereal voice: "You need to reach the Spiritual Transformation Stage as soon as possible."
The author has something to say: Damn, I’m on the blacklist again... I’m so impressed.
Forget it, just go with the flow. I live in guilt for letting my editor down every day.
I decided to save some manuscripts and then apply for the list.
After seeing a comment, I wanted to say that it is impossible for me to write hundreds of chapters... ... Don't worry.