Q: What kind of experience did you feel when you suddenly heard the news of your impending death
A: Thank you for your invitation, I am in the desert and I just got off the flying vines.
As a personal experiencer, I just want to reply to this matter: In fact, I already knew it, I didn't expect it haha!
Ning Ning was in the snow-white space on all sides, silently looking at the strange woman who was close at hand.
The other party's eyes were made of white fog, and he couldn't see through the expression contained in them. When he heard the incomprehensible words about death, only one thought flashed in Ning Ning's head—
According to the transaction made with the system, she will indeed escape by fake death after the task is completed.
This is the most straightforward idea, but it only takes a little thought to realize that things can't be that simple.
Not to mention the inexplicable figure of the young man who appeared in her mind, she couldn't be explained, just talking about the words that came out of the woman's mouth was enough to make her one big and two big.
"What do you mean," Ning Ning stared at him, holding down the involuntary wild beating of his heart, "Every time I come here... will I never forget it?"
The woman stared at her, silent for a while, and then chuckled softly: "So, there is something else in your body."
Ning Ning pursed her lips and didn't respond, her brain spinning rapidly.
Something else? Do you mean the system? How could she see the existence of the system
"You want to use that thing to survive death, right?"
When she laughed, her body trembled slightly, and Bai Wu continued to gather and disperse with her movements, but she continued on her own: "I failed again and again, if it was someone else, I might have given up long ago, and only you are still so persistent—you For whom? For yourself? It doesn't seem like it."
"Wait a minute, can we interrupt for a moment?"
The amount of information was so great that Ning Ning couldn't digest it for a while, so she could only press her temples hard, frowned and asked her, "Sister, can we start from the beginning? Where is this, who are you, and fail again and again. What do you mean?"
The atmosphere around him was silent.
The woman laughed even more arrogantly than before, the mist around her was chaotic, and even her facial features were blurred by shaking.
"Sister? You actually call me sister—you're not so serious, but I'm not used to it."
As she spoke, she gathered and formed again, her legs stood on tiptoe, and she lifted her hands straight into the air, looking down at the little girl in front of her.
"I've been here too long, and I can't remember many things."
The woman's voice was very low, with a little hesitation in her tone, as if she had almost forgotten the past: "I used to be a sword, when the fairy and demons fought, I followed the master to the desert... Then there was a rumbling explosion. He was covered in blood, and when I regained consciousness, it appeared here and became what I am today."
This is a sword spirit that has broken away from the blade.
If you want to condense into a conscious sword spirit, that sword must be extraordinary. As for the "master" in her mouth, it should also be the once-powerful power.
Ning Ning asked curiously, "Do you still remember your name?"
Seeing Bai Wu shaking his head, he had to change the subject and continue to ask her: "Then do you know what this place is?"
"I didn't know, you told me."
She giggled when she heard the words, and hurriedly made a circle in the air: "You said that my sword spirit was separated from the body, which should have disappeared, but was protected by a very strong spiritual force, and I was lucky not to die. As for this place, it is A peerless magic weapon called the 'Ziwei Jing', once it enters it, it can be isolated from the outside world and will not be interfered by external forces."
"I told you?"
Ning Ning's eyelids jumped.
Numerous thoughts were like balls of wool wrapped in layers, no head or tail could be found, but a silk thread was slowly drawn out, giving her a faint glimpse of the mystery.
Ningning asked, "I've been to this place many times?"
"Yup."
Bai Wu looked at her motionlessly: "The first time it seemed that I fell here unintentionally - after all, you said that this secret realm is under a cliff, and you can fall in if you are not careful."
When she said this, she tilted her head slightly, as if trying to remember: "After that, you will occasionally come to me and talk to me-in fact, besides you, there are several people who also fall into this place from time to time, but they always look like I lost my memory, I don't remember ever seeing me."
Ning Ning listened carefully, but did not make a sound for a long time.
She already had a rough outline of the whole story in her mind.
According to Bai Wu, Ziwei Realm is not affected by external forces and is independent from the Great Thousand World.
That is to say, no matter how vicissitudes and devastation outside the magic weapon, even if the end of the world is approaching, it will always be a piece of unchanging white.
Then, if the outside world starts backtracking and reincarnation again and again—
For the sword spirit living here, time must still be the same as usual, and it will irreversibly slowly flow by.
That's why Bai Wu sees her coming again and again, again and again, dying with a dead body.
Therefore, the battle between the Immortals and Demons has only passed for a few decades, but Bai Wu claimed that it was "too long, too long" and did not remember what happened at the beginning.
Therefore, those who accidentally fall into the secret realm will never remember the existence of Bai Wu, and every reunion is like a first encounter.
Because in the outside world that is constantly reincarnated, for them, it is indeed the first time they have seen her.
Ning Ning thought, what is she herself
If every reincarnation only has her memory... Could it be that she is the reason why time goes back over and over again
The back of the head suddenly hurt, Ning Ning took a deep breath and calmed down to organize his thoughts.
Bai Wu said that she was full of death energy and would die soon.
After a while, she said with a smile that there was something in her body that might be able to escape the catastrophe through it.
If that "thing" corresponds to the system, can it be considered that, in order to avoid death, she used a certain technique to restart time over and over again, after countless failures...
Trying to use the "system" to reverse fate
But why did she lose her memory? Once memory is lost, wouldn't it be more difficult to reverse fate? How does the system work
The most important point is, with her character, would she really open reincarnation over and over again just to let herself escape from death
Ning Ning thinks not.
Countless times of reincarnation correspond to countless times of death. It was too uncomfortable. She was most afraid of pain and could not like it.
Even Bai Wu mentioned it inadvertently, feeling that she didn't think it was just for herself.
So what is she trying to stop.
Next in the desert... What irreversible thing will happen
No clue, no idea whatsoever.
The clues that White Mist can provide ends here.
She didn't know how many years she had been alone in the Ziwei Realm, and she couldn't even remember her own past. It was not easy to recognize Ning Ning's face, and she couldn't remember any more details.
The most urgent task now is to get out of this little world as soon as possible and find out what will happen later.
Before leaving the Ziwei Realm, Ning Ning asked her curiously, "Have you ever thought about going out for so many years?"
"Go out? Don't."
Bai Wu swayed in the air like a noisy child: "The master has kept me here, he must have his intentions. If I run away randomly, what will he do if he can't find me?"
But the battle between the fairy and the devil has passed for a long time.
That person has not appeared from beginning to end, and I am afraid that he will never come back.
Ning Ning was about to speak, but heard a humming in the white fog: "I know what you want to say, you have said the same thing many, many times."
"He must be alive. Even if he doesn't come looking for me, when the master swings that sword, I can get to him in an instant."
"Although I forgot a lot, I always remember-"
The white fog suddenly dissipated at this moment, and the female voice showed unprecedented reverence, filling the lonely and empty little corner: "My master, he is the most amazing sword immortal in the Hundred Cities of Kyushu, the heaven and the earth."
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Heavenly desert.
The incense of magic summoned endless monsters, Lin Xun and He Zhizhou guarded Wen Hemian by his side, and the latter whispered about the attributes of the monster and the strategy of retreat. Sword lights were flying in the desert, and monster corpses were everywhere.
The demons here are all dyed with magical energy, disturbed by the strange fragrance, and gathered in layers.
But fortunately, all monsters have intelligence. They are not like monsters that move freely and only know how to kill. Seeing that these two swordsmen are not low in cultivation, many of them have the idea of retreating and wandering around not far away. Don't dare to get close.
This should be a good situation, but Wen Hemian frowned slightly, and his eyes swept across the loess surging under the dunes.
The whirlpool where Ning Ning and the three of them fell has disappeared.
They all thought that the goal of the magic cultivator was Pei Ji, but the long vine did not hesitate to move, making it clear that the prey had been determined long ago, and immediately fled after swept away Ning Ning.
But why did you want to take her away? Ning Ning is just an ordinary little girl, and the only demon who has ever been in contact with her since she was a child is probably only Pei Ji.
Wait, Pei Ji.
The young man's fingertips moved slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.
He heard Tian Xianzi mention that Ning Ning had a close relationship with Pei Ji. The latter was withdrawn and rarely had contact with others. If there was someone he cherished in his heart, the answer must be Ning Ning.
... Only she can become a weight to threaten Pei Ji.
Wen Hemian felt that things were not very good.
"That group of demon cultivators is too unreasonable! Instead of confronting us head-on, they only dare to use the inferior method of attracting incense!"
He Zhizhou was beating, and he kept babbling up and down: "Ningning, what should they do? The whirlpool is gone, where should we go to find them?"
Lin Xun said in a hurry: "Senior Brother He, be careful behind!"
As soon as he finished speaking, before He Zhizhou could turn around to meet him, he saw a familiar figure suddenly approaching him and punching the sneak attacking Sha Mei far away.
Lin Xun was shocked on the spot by this extremely rough and heroic action, and stared at the shadow in a stunned manner.
Wen Hemian frowned without saying a word.
"You—" He Zhizhou widened his eyes and looked at the person who came, wiping the blood on his face: "Are you following us?!"
The girl standing in front of him held a circular compass the size of a slap, with a pair of sly cat eyes, she smiled and narrowed her eyes, showing no sign of shame at all.
It was Lu Wanxing from Pingchuan Town.
"Can the treasure hunt in the desert be called tracking?"
Lu Wanxing smiled: "It's called coincidence, coincidence."
"Bah! This girl has been sneaking behind you all the time, I don't know what An's thoughts are!"
Another voice he had never heard before came, and He Zhizhou turned his head to look, and saw a group of men with five big and three thick men under the sand dunes not far away.
The middle-aged man at the head held a blood-stained sword in his hand, and his body was covered with bloodstains scratched and bitten by monsters.
When he spoke, he glanced at Lu Wanxing disdainfully, and said loudly, "Her brother has done the business of murdering monks, you have to be careful and don't follow her way."
Lu Wanxing made a face at him.
"These people are sand bandits who traverse the desert."
Wen Hemian said through a voice transmission, "You two act with care."
"You don't have to be so prepared."
The leader said with a loud laugh: "My surname is Qian, and I am the third in the ranking. You can call me Qian San. We are both born and raised in Pingchuan. We have seen the tragic battle between fairy and demon with our own eyes, and we have the most respect for the monks. See you today, There will never be any scandalous infidelity."
This group of sand bandits carrying knives was full of evil spirits, and the monks holding swords beside them were full of sword energy, no matter which side they were, they were not easy to mess with.
The demon had already had the idea of retreating, but when they saw them meet suddenly, they immediately dispersed, and soon disappeared.
He Zhizhou said "Thank you", then turned to look at Lu Wanxing beside him, and used a rather helpless tone: "Little aunt, what are you trying to do with us?"
"I-I'm not—"
Lu Wanxing was hesitant, he simply broke the jar, scratched his head and said, "I'm not thinking, since you have a high level of cultivation, the demon will definitely not dare to get close, as long as you follow behind you, you will be able to find a better place in the depths of the desert. What a baby..."
This man is really for money, not even his life.
He Zhizhou took a deep breath and heard the head of the sand bandit named "Qian San" let out a cold snort: "You have worked so hard to make a lot of money, brothers and sisters are worthy of being a family."
In the desert, the most important thing is to be happy and grudge. As sand bandits, they pay more attention to morality and chivalry.
Whether it was the betrayal of the monks by the townspeople back then, or the stealing of relics by Lu Wanxing and others, in their opinion, it was an extremely disgusting act.
Lu Wanxing seemed to be used to this kind of language for a long time, and turned his head to ignore it.
"Their malice towards Miss Lu is so great."
Lin Xun mobilized his consciousness and secretly transmitted a voice: "She shouldn't bear the crimes her brother committed, right?"
He Zhizhou was also curious: "What happened to that incident back then?"
"At that time, the demons were retreating, and the only stronghold was the desert."
Wen Hemian was silent for a moment, and followed his words: "The demonic energy in the desert is much stronger than today, and there are deadly traps everywhere. In order to ensure the safety of the vast majority of monks, headed by Wanjianzong Jue Ming Daoist, a team of ten A six-person pathfinder team."
Lin Xun was suddenly startled: "Daoist Jue Ming!"
Among the sword cultivators, I am afraid that no one has never heard of this name.
This person opened the mountain with one sword, and the sword qi penetrated into the bones. He was a genius of kendo that was rare in thousands of years. It is a pity that he fell into the battle between the fairy and the devil, and there is no bones left.
"The demon cultivator has the intention of murder, laying deadly traps in the desert, and even attracting the awakened 'devil' from the demon realm, setting it up as a siege situation."
Wen Hemian lowered his eyelashes, covering the dark color in his eyes: "Jue Ming was able to kill the devil, but Naihe was exhausted and buried himself in the self-destruction of the devil before his death. His evil sword, which is said to be able to cut all things, is also missing, and I am afraid it will be destroyed. at once."
Demon gods are immortals or immortal beasts who have turned into demons, with extraordinary strength and rumored to have the ability to destroy the world. Fortunately, he sleeps in the Demon Realm all the year round, and rarely wakes up.
Their existence is also an important reason for setting up the two-meter dust formation to block the two worlds of humans and demons.
"its not right."
He Zhizhou scratched his head: "If all the monks were buried in the sand sea, how did the news of the townspeople's betrayal come out?"
"Among the sixteen people back then, only one Fu Xiu named 'Liu Xiuyuan' survived by chance."
Wen Hemian narrowed his eyebrows: "It's a pity that he was also seriously injured and died of a serious illness at home a few days later."
So they are still dead.
Lin Xun felt uncomfortable when he heard it, and after a dazzling glance, he realized that Lu Wanxing had arrived by his side at some point.
She looked very curious, and raised her chin towards him with a chuckle: "Why are you all motionless? Isn't it—the legendary Xianmen cultivator's voice transmission is secret?"
Lin Xun turned into an eggplant and replied in a low voice, "Hmm."
Wen Hemian's expression did not change, and he asked her slowly, "The girl just used it, but is it a body training technique?"
Lu Wanxing finally showed a shy look, touched his nose and nodded.
He Zhizhou didn't understand: "You are a good-looking girl, what kind of physical training do you study?"
"If you don't learn physical training, will you buy me a sword, a piano and a spell?"
Lu Wanxing glanced at him: "I have no money, and I have no way to cultivate, so I can learn what I find in the desert."
"No money?"
He Zhizhou glanced at her from top to bottom, and his tone was even more unbelievable: "Just the sword you showed us can protect you for three lives, three lives and ten miles of gold, and you still say you have no money?"
Lu Wanxing pouted, and was about to say something to refute, but he heard a scream from the sky, and the black mist that finally dissipated condensed again, so thick that it obscured his vision.
"Look, there are people on the dunes!"
A sand bandit shouted in horror: "That, that is—"
He Zhizhou looked for fame, and saw two slender shadows in the wind and sand.
One of them covered his face with a black cloth, so he couldn't see clearly, while the other...
The cat's eyes were dark, and his face was white. Although it was a face he had never seen before, it was inexplicably familiar.
He felt the little girl beside him shaking violently.
"That is… "
Lu Wanxing stared at the person on the sand dune, his whole voice trembling, his lips were pale and bloody: "That's my brother."
Her brother had died many years ago.