Maocheng was broken.
Under the most powerful offensive of the cultivators from the Nineteen Continents, tens of thousands of ghost cultivators in the Extreme Domain, some of whom did not even have time to escape, were destroyed by the bone-chilling and soul-burning spiritual power, and their souls were shattered!
The city was in ruins after the powerful attack.
The city walls collapsed and tall buildings collapsed.
There is no longer a complete street, let alone a single intact door.
Looking from a high place, the scene is devastated.
The monks on the ground escorted the captured or surrendered Extreme Realm Ghost Cultivators and walked through the ruins of half the city.
Xie Buchen flew across the sky, and after dealing with the incidents on the front line and the subsequent trivialities, he headed towards Kunwu's temporary residence in Maocheng, leaving only a misty figure like mist and rain for the people below.
The building is half-ruined, but the monks always have some tricks to repair it.
So it looks like a station.
When he landed, he met the king walking out of the main hall of the building with a frown on his face, and the two looked at each other face to face.
Wang Que ranked fourth among all the disciples of Zhenren Hengxu. His talent was the best before Xie Buchen came. After he was defeated by Jianchou and lost the first place in the Fourth Heaven Monument that year, he actually gave up his original hermit sword intent and started to cultivate again. It can be said that his faith in Taoism was not strong and his actions were unsuccessful.
Xie Buchen is not a person who looks down on others.
On the contrary, he has outstanding talent but is not conceited.
He and Wang were not very familiar with each other, but from the superb "Hermit Sword Intent" he had learned in the past, one could see that his abilities were extraordinary and his mind was extremely sharp.
But right now…
What could have happened that could make this "Senior Brother Wang Que" frown and come out from Master Hengxu
Xie Buchen stopped and greeted him: "Senior Brother Wang Que."
"Thank you, Junior Brother."
Wang was dressed in pale blue, but his features no longer had the elegance and indifference that always impressed people in the past. Instead, they looked solemn.
Normally, Xie Buchen and him were not close, so after such a polite greeting, they should have nothing to say. However, at this moment, Xie Buchen felt that something was a little unusual, so he stood up and asked, "Senior Brother Wang Que looks strange, as if something happened?"
Wang then raised his eyebrows and looked at Xie Buchen.
This junior brother, who has been a disciple for less than a hundred years, ranks last among the thirteen true disciples of his master. However, he is undoubtedly a unique genius in Kunwu in the past hundred years. Even if you look at the Nineteen Continents, only Yashan Jianchou can surpass him.
Its posture is bright and its demeanor is clear.
He is a noble and generous person, but also indifferent and detached, with a divine demeanor as high and clear as a jade tree in a grove. Regardless of his appearance, he is worthy of the legendary "son of heaven", the one who saved Kunwu from the great catastrophe of a hundred years.
Wang's thoughts had already turned around in this moment, but he didn't relax his frown. He only thought about the things he had just noticed from Master Hengxu. After a pause, he finally said, "Although the war has been victorious in recent days, and now we have broken through the second line of defense in the Extreme Region, it is just a matter of time before we can enter Bafang City. But Master... Although Junior Brother Xie joined late, he is worthy of being the most proud disciple under Master's seat. After all, Master may pay more attention to your words. I think Master's heart seems to be not on the current world war..."
Xie Buchen lowered his eyes slightly and said nothing.
However, the king was quite estranged from him. Today's words could be regarded as the most words Xie Buchen had said to him since he became his disciple. But it was just talk.
There are some things that are pointless for them to worry about.
Therefore, Wang had no intention of listening to Xie Buchen's response from the beginning. He felt it was normal that he didn't hear a response now. He only guessed in his heart that this junior brother Xie was more talented than him and had an outstanding ability to control the overall situation. He might have noticed some clues. It all depended on what he thought in his heart.
He said nothing more and walked straight past Xie Buchen.
Xie Buchen stood there, and only raised his eyes again after he passed by, with some dark thoughts in his eyes, and then walked into the building. ωＷＷ.166xs.cc
Just very slow pace.
It took a long time to walk from the front of the building to the somewhat dark main hall. Finally, I stopped in front of the hall.
Inside the hall, Zhenren Hengxu was wearing a Taoist robe, but his whisk was placed on the table. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking like an immortal, but he was facing a snow-white shadow on the high wall.
The shadow looked like a totem.
It had ten chins and nine heads, with full wings and a color as white as snow, but all eighteen eyes were open, and the moment Xie Buchen arrived in front of the hall, they all looked at him!
The remaining soul of the nine-headed bird!
At this moment, Xie Buchen felt as if his biggest secret had been seen through. If he wasn't a cold-blooded person and hadn't seen it more than once, he would have been horrified.
Coming in from outside the hall, he bowed and saluted: "Disciple greets Master."
Zhenren Hengxu stood still, in the rather gloomy depths of the hall, staring at the nine-headed bird remnant soul totem that he had welcomed back when he had entered the Eighteen Layers of Hell after breaking through the Ghost Gate last time. After a long while, he said, "The great catastrophe of a hundred years is approaching. There are changes in the catastrophe, but I don't know where these changes come from..."
Xie Buchen's eyes twitched slightly.
On the shadow of the nine-headed bird's remnant soul, the eighteen bird eyes flashed with a faint red light, slowly moved away from his face, and turned back to Zhenren Hengxu.
The nine sharp beaks open and close, and the sound is like the vicissitudes of time.
"The most evil and the most wicked, the variables will appear..."
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"What did your old friend think of?"
Even the most evil demon could not understand Jianchou's thoughts at this moment. Fu Chaosheng was a little surprised when he heard her mention the word "seven parts of the soul" and could not help asking.
Jianchou slowly put down her fingers, but her breathing was still difficult to calm down, just like her surging and difficult to calm down emotions at the moment!
"It's just an idea that suddenly came to me..."
An unprecedented and incredible idea.
Fu Chaosheng looked at her, waiting for her to answer his questions.
Jianchou asked, "You have also been to the lonely island on earth. Have you ever heard the story of 'the good soul and the evil spirit'?"
Fu Chaosheng shook his head and said, "I have never heard of it. I can't imagine how souls can distinguish between good and evil."
"Because of this, for thousands of years, all the mortals on the isolated islands on earth have regarded it as just a story."
Seeing that Chou's eyes were flickering, she told him the story.
"The saints do not speak of strange and supernatural things. But since such things exist in the world, it is inevitable that people will write books about them."
"There is a volume in it, and it contains something."
"Once upon a time, a scholar and his friend were studying in a temple. The friend returned home and died suddenly. The scholar didn't know about it and continued to study as usual. That night, when he went to sleep, he saw his friend enter the temple and said that he had died of a sudden illness and was now a ghost. He came to see the scholar only to tell him about his worries about his future. The scholar was afraid at first, but after talking to him, he saw that although his friend was a ghost, his face was no different from before, so he tried to persuade him to stay and talk. After talking about their life, they were about to say goodbye. The friend said goodbye and said, "I'm leaving." However, after getting up, he couldn't move, his eyes were staring, his face gradually became ugly, and he looked ferocious."
"The scholar is afraid and cannot be driven away."
"In panic, he had no choice but to run out of the door and flee in the night, while his friend's ghost chased him out. In the end, because of the rigor mortis, the scholar could not climb over the wall, so he climbed over the wall and escaped."
On the surface, no matter how you look at it, it is just a common ghost story on an isolated island on earth.
However, after she killed the evil spirit of Dijiang that year, she realized that there was indeed truth in it.
Jianchou looked back at the charity cemetery on the river bank. Seeing that no one had walked out, he slowly said, "After this story, the author used the words of an expert to say that a person's soul is good but his spirit is evil, a person's soul is smart but his spirit is foolish. When a friend comes, the soul is still there, but the spirit is attached to the soul; when a friend leaves, it means that his wish has been fulfilled, the good soul has dispersed but the evil spirit remains, and that is why he commits evil and wants to devour people. If the soul is there, then he is the same person; if the soul is gone, then he is not the same person."
Fu Chaosheng was not a dull person either. After listening to her, he thought about it carefully, and remembered that Jianchou had just said "Heaven's Way is for good", and Xie Buchen was known as "the son of heaven's favor". Thinking of the unsolvable "Kill Xie Buchen and cut off seven parts of his soul", he finally vaguely guessed her thoughts.
"My old friend thinks—"
"I will deceive God!"
Jianchou didn't let Fu Chaosheng say anything. She just sighed softly, as if she wanted to let out the shock in her heart at the moment. Although her face was calm, the slight tremor in her voice still revealed her complexity and shock.
"If it were all him, he would be a peerless hero..."
But, is there really good and evil in the way of heaven
Even if we take a step back and say that there really is good and evil in the way of heaven, and things are as she suspects, then is what the world thinks of as good and evil the good and evil in the way of heaven
For Heaven's sake...
What is good and what is evil