After killing Liu Xiuyuan, Wen Hemian once approached the pile of corpses buried under the sand dunes.
The old friend's voice and appearance are no longer, leaving only such a dead white bone, until the last moment of life, his back is straight, and he firmly protects the long sword in his hand.
Tian Xianzi used to call Cassia an "Old Antique" the most, laughing at him for always being serious and overly serious, but after the war ended, he never called him that again.
Wen Hemian has always understood that in fact, he is not pedantic and conservative, but just abides by the "Tao" in his heart. When they held swords and talked freely, the "bless the common people" in Cassia's mouth was definitely not a lie.
He carried out this oath all his life until his death.
Wen Hemian stared at the empty eye sockets for a long time, and finally protected all the bones with the damaged spiritual power to ensure that they would not be disturbed by the wind and sand for a short time.
After a momentary pause, he stretched out his hand and grasped the dusty Sword of Punishment.
The magic cultivator's strategy is unclear, and the desert is full of dangers. If there is a sudden crisis, this sword might be able to help.
Let later monks use it to kill more demons, which is also the biggest intention of Cassia to protect it.
When he saw Tian Xianzi rushing towards the devil without hesitation, his fingertips were not unshakable.
Although he has not held a sword for many years, he was once a sword cultivator.
…now, and should be.
"Master, what should we do?"
The little prince from the Dragon Palace once asked him this.
he does not know.
I don't know since when, Wen Hemian started to be afraid of holding the sword.
Maybe it was when he picked up the sword of life again and again, but couldn't perceive the slightest sword energy, or maybe when he held the sword and accidentally caught a glimpse of the sympathy and regret of others.
The former love has become a thorn deep in his heart, telling him all the time that Wen Hemian has lost his spiritual energy, and has become a waste that even Edgeworth can't do.
So he shut himself in a closed shell and cut off all contact with Kendo, but now—
There is no doubt that with Tian Xianzi alone, he will definitely end up with the devil god, just like Cassia in those days.
Wen Hemian wanted to step forward to help, but was helpless.
He hadn't even held a sword for a long time, and his memory of those wanton-changing swordsmanship was even more vague. What's more, at this moment, the only sword that could be used for him was the Chu Xie of Cascade.
Zhu Xie is a famous sword in the world, and it can cut iron like mud. The sword spirit contained in it is extremely powerful. If he can get help from it, he may still be able to play a small role.
However, the sword spirit is not in the sword.
Thinking back then, when the Demon God blew himself up and died, under such a huge impact, even the sword spirit could not support it and vanished into thin air.
So Zhu Xie became an ordinary sword, and at such a critical moment, it could not bring him the slightest hope.
Tian Xianzi couldn't take it anymore.
As a fellow apprentice brother, he could only stand on the sidelines helplessly.
Pale fingertips touched the storage bag, and Wen Hemian's ears buzzed.
Somehow, he remembered the letter he received in Qingxu Valley before he left.
At that time, Xuanxujian sent all the elders to come to him together and asked if he could leave the valley and go to the desert to explore the traces of the demons.
Wen Hemian was so flustered and nervous, and instinctively rejected the outside world. Although Yun Danfeng said "let him think about it", his heart was a mess, and he didn't know what to do.
He didn't have many close friends, and he couldn't find anyone else to talk to, so he wrote a letter to Ning Ning under a ghost.
She didn't know that her true identity had long been detected, and she was still talking to him in the tone of a strange little disciple.
There were more letters that night than usual. When Wen Hemian opened the envelope, he saw the crooked handwriting that she had deliberately written.
She must have thought about it for a long time and wrote a lot. At the end of the envelope, the little girl wrote stroke by stroke:
[Although the sword light and sword energy in battle are very handsome, what attracts me the most is the momentary determination when the sword is drawn.
Swords and swordsmanship are both cold, and it is precisely because there are people who hold swords that they are dyed with warmth and become the "Tao" admired by thousands of people.
How should I put it, it may sound a bit nauseous, but I think that the belief in indomitable progress is stronger than those dazzling swordsmanship.
In my heart, Elder Jiang Xing will always be a strong person.
Also: it is autumn, and all the mountains of the Xuanxu School have turned red and yellow.
I found a hidden creek in Cailan Peak. When you recover and leave the valley, let's go to the creek to catch fish.
The grilled fish is delicious! ]
He is not strong.
I will only blindly escape, always living in the shadow of the old days, ashamed of my teachers and my former self.
The weak young man coughed lightly, his eyes darkening.
But he must not at this time... be ashamed of his friends who once fought side by side.
"Lin Xun."
The white light in the storage bag flickered, and what appeared in his hand was a dusty old sword.
Wen Hemian unskilledly clenched it, his five fingers were all cold and hard to the touch, his movements were jerky and stiff, accompanied by slight tremors.
Suddenly, the young man exerted force on his hand, stopped the trembling and firmly grasped it, as if he had finally made a decision, and looked at the dragon clan boy beside him: "Give me a Spirit Gathering Pill."
Wen Hemian already knew his end from the moment he waved his sword.
His sea of consciousness has not been fully repaired, like a rag that has been sewn up. If he wanted to help Tian Xianzi, he could only forcibly break through the sea of consciousness, quickly improve his cultivation in a short period of time, and burn out the last bit of his spiritual power and life.
This is Wen Hemian's decision.
his "way".
His unwavering faith.
The hand that was accustomed to playing the piano and making tea held the hilt of the sword again after many years.
The introverted sword energy belonging to Elder Jiang Xing was like water, and a slender figure bullied himself up and stood beside Tian Xianzi.
The two sword energies interweaved and merged, and in an instant, the dragon roared and screamed, forcing the huge body of the demon god to retreat abruptly.
This is the first hit.
With his current state of exhaustion, he can still use all his strength to make the final blow.
Wen Hemian took a deep breath.
The right hand was shaking constantly.
-wrong.
It was not his hand that trembled.
The young man was stunned for a moment, his knuckles pressed down hard, and he looked down at the long sword in his hand.
I don't know since when, a mighty spiritual force spread out from the tip of the sword, and the spiritual energy gave birth to light, like the moonlight falling, with strands and strands, wrapping the sword body completely.
The originally bleak and silent Zhuxie—
In an instant, the white light made a great work, the sword sounded long, and the sword breath surging like waves, dispelling the surrounding darkness suddenly.
The shadow of a woman appeared in the sea of consciousness that was about to collapse.
The white mist surged up, abruptly protecting the precarious meridians, and Wen Hemian caught a glimpse of the woman's eyes condensed from the mist.
"Evil Sword Spirit—"
Tian Xianzi was also stunned, and immediately let out a relieved laugh: "That fellow in Jue Ming... as expected of him."
The scales of fate are tilted at this moment.
If the townspeople didn't protect their swords.
If Cassia hadn't sacrificed his life, he would have brought the Sword Spirit of Punishing Evil into the Ziwei realm.
If many years ago, the teenager who said goodbye to his family in the middle of the night had not given his sister a compass.
Everything will be very different.
Fortunately, the interlocking fate finally ushered in the end of the intersection at this moment.
It is known that Tian Xianzi's strength is about equal to the demon god who is about to break the formation.
It was known that Wen Hemian's last blow with all his strength could ensure that Tian Xianzi would not lose his spiritual power and barely save his life.
It is known that the original "Ning Ning" has been reincarnated over and over again, and the Sword Spirit of Punishing Evil has been waiting in the Ziwei Realm for thousands of years, accumulating the mighty spiritual power for thousands of years, and it will definitely protect Wen Hemian's sea of consciousness.
The shadows who were fighting alone in the desert finally became three people holding swords side by side as before.
Tian Xianzi wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth, and said with some curiosity: "Strange, why does the sword spirit have such a strong spiritual power?"
But... that's not something he needs to think about now.
"When this matter is over, let's go to the best restaurant in the world for a feast."
He laughed wantonly, and his eyes were as bright as stars in the sword energy: "What's the matter of staying in that valley? Look at you, everyone is about to grow hair."
Wen Hemian stared at the long sword in his hand for a long time, and the corner of his lips raised a very shallow arc.
"it is good."
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On the other side, under Tianhe Dunes.
The magic cultivators had been slaughtered, and He Zhizhou stared at Qing Heng's body, listening to Ning Ning's general story.
She said vaguely, she only said that she had been hit by a surrogate technique and was about to die in place of another person. The predetermined death has not come, even Ning Ning himself does not know when he will lose his life.
"So," there was a mess in his head, and he couldn't even take care of the bloodstains on his body, "From the beginning, the 'system' was a game that made you bear all the evil causes?"
Ning Ning nodded, not daring to look up at Pei Ji.
The atmosphere was so stagnant that He Zhizhou didn't dare to look at him.
"Hey, come out for me!"
He was annoyed and confused, so angry that he almost jumped his feet, and knocked frantically in his mind: "Do you guys want my body too?"
As a traveler, He Zhizhou also had a system in his mind.
The system is called "Sharpening Stone", claiming that he was sent by the Tao of Heaven. The reason why he came to him was to artificially create all kinds of sharpening, so as to achieve the purpose of tempering Pei Ji.
What heaven, what a whetstone, he believes it is a ghost!
The wind at night is like crying and laughing.
His heart suddenly moved slightly, and He Zhizhou heard a snort of laughter: "What are you thinking? If I were the original owner of this body, could it be this kind of voice?"
It was a soft female voice with a small smile.
It paused for a moment, and used a somewhat regretful tone: "There is a problem with her system, and it was revealed at the beginning, right? If it is also a product made by heaven, it will never conflict with your mission."
This is to say that before he and Ning Ning met, the two hired someone to surround Pei Ji at the same time. As a result, the two gangs of thugs looked down on each other and fought in front of Pei Ji's courtyard.
He Zhizhou reluctantly stabilized his mind, gritted his teeth and asked it: "Then, what should I do now, can Ning Ning be saved?"
Before his death, the demon cultivator said that in order to break the curse, he must find rich blessings as an offset.
But how can they get so many blessings? It is difficult to obtain well-being. These people are not the sons of destiny. The only one who is valued by the heavens, Pei Ji, has been abused until he has not had a good life for a few days, and it is so miserable—
and many more.
He Zhizhou's eyelids twitched, and his heart thumped uncontrollably.
Who says they don't have the Son of Destiny here.
The system formed by the Dao of Heaven... Wasn't it just lying in his head
"You said before that as long as you act in accordance with the way of heaven, you can get merit as a reward—"
He Zhizhou held back his violent heartbeat, and gradually clenched his fists: "So now I have good fortune in my body, right?"
The female voice was silent for a moment.
Then he replied in a low voice, "Yes."
"How much merit has I accumulated since childhood?"
The heart that was always hanging finally fell a little.
He Zhizhou was rarely serious and told it word by word, "I'm going to transfer them all to Ning Ning... Can you do it?"
"Are you crazy?"
The whetstone's tone was confused: "Those virtues have been accumulated by you over the years. As long as they are there, it will be much easier to become an immortal in the future."
It's words originally meant a bit of restraint.
Unexpectedly, He Zhizhou was even more excited when he heard the words, and grinned on the spot: "If you say that, it means 'can', right! Hurry up! Don't hesitate to come!"
Whetstone:…
Whetstone: "You really don't think about it anymore? With the blessings on you, I'm afraid it will be difficult to offset the cause and effect of that girl."
It said for a while, as if organizing words, and then explained slowly: "The original owner of this body has been reincarnated again and again, and the karma has accumulated countless times, which has long exceeded your imagination. Even if you exhaust all your The merits of her... If you want to save her, it is very difficult."
"I don't care! If you don't try it, how can you decide that you will definitely fail!"
He Zhizhou was so anxious that his facial features were ferocious, he slammed his head: "Sister Tong, Fairy Tong, please help! Just give her all the merits, I don't want a drop!"
Lu Wanxing looked complicated. Looking at He Zhizhou beside him crying and laughing, he suddenly said with a terrifying expression: "Ningning, don't panic, I have a solution here!"
What she didn't know was that a woman's smile flashed in the mind of the little Taoist priest who had never been very reliable.
The whetstone yawned lazily, with no emotion in his voice: "Okay."
This is a very bad deal.
Its host still has a pit in his head as always, and I am afraid he is the only one who would make such a request.
Fortunately, it has long been used to how to adapt to the thinking of a fool.
Merit is invisible, even if it is transferred as much as possible, it will not change much. Only He Zhizhou and Ning Ning could vaguely feel the slowly flowing energy in their bodies.
It's like the strength in the body is being evacuated a little bit.
He Zhizhou took a deep breath, leaned his back on the dune behind him, and sat down slowly.
He couldn't speak. In order to let Ning Ning and Pei Ji understand the situation, he could only open the voice transmission to the two of them. At the same time, he struggled to say in his mind: "Now... What is the cause and effect in her body?"
"Changing one's life against the sky is a taboo in the way of heaven."
The whetstone replied, "You and I have done our best."
Pei Ji must have heard this voice, and the chilling killing intent around him grew stronger.
He Zhizhou's heart skipped a beat: "What does this mean?"
"Your merits will offset the calamity a little, but it's far from enough compared to the karma that the body has endured."
It was silent for a moment, and added softly: "The way of heaven turns the invisible death catastrophe into a tangible, presumably it will not be long before it will attract the sixth layer of thunder."
"Tianlei?"
He Zhizhou was overjoyed: "If the calamity has an entity, wouldn't it be possible to avoid it? This is a good thing!"
The whetstone just smiled very lowly: "Do you really think that the thunder of life and death is easy to survive?"
Seeing him stunned, the female voice's laughter faded: "Six layers of heavenly thunder, representing the six paths of reincarnation to clear sins. Every path is penetrating, and the power of each path will be more intense than the previous path - and the ultimate hell path, no one can got through."
It was silent for a while, and said in an emphatic tone: "No one."
At the moment when these words fell, a ray of light flashed across the sky as dark as a curtain without warning.
The time of death is approaching, and thunder strikes.
Since Huo Qiao's death, the system in Ning Ning's mind has never made a sound.
She heard the conversation just now clearly, perhaps because she had been mentally prepared before, and when the doomsday really came, she didn't feel so nervous.
... no one can survive.
This is still an unbreakable dead end.
She was about to say something when a figure suddenly flickered beside her.
Then came Pei Ji's hoarse voice: "Open your mouth."
It all happened too suddenly.
When He Zhizhou reacted, he had seen Junior Brother Pei put something in Ning Ning's mouth, and then the latter flickered as if he had lost his strength, and he reached out and hugged him in his arms.
Pei Ji's expression was cold.
His eyes have always been cold and empty, but now he has accumulated a lot of emotions that he can't see through. When he met He Zhizhou's eyes, he said "Thank you very much".
With just that look, He Zhizhou understood his next plan.
Ning Ning is the same.
She wanted to break free, but she was completely powerless because of the pill that was caught off guard. Thinking about it, Pei Ji had already guessed that she would not cooperate obediently, so she made preparations from the beginning.
But not.
Pei Ji... will die.
Under the dusky moonlight, the black-clothed youth held her in his arms and walked forward step by step in the sudden rolling thunder, leaving the crowd.
Pei Ji didn't lower his head, Ning Ning couldn't see his expression, he could only see the slender and blood-stained neck, and the blue veins were like climbing vines.
Suddenly he opened his mouth, his throat dropped gently, and his voice and the wind passed through his ears: "Don't be afraid."
This is the voice line hoarse as Shura, but the tone is unbelievably gentle.
A deafening muffled sound struck.
Pei Ji was half-kneeling on the ground, letting Ning Ning sit under another dune. The dark shadow of the young man completely shrouded her, and in the last field of vision, Pei Jing smiled at her.
Neither deliberately nor rigid, at the juncture of life and death, just looking at her face, he smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Ning Ning couldn't move or speak, and when he saw the first thunder fall, he stretched out his hand to cover his eyes.
The first robbery, heaven and humanity.
She heard the sound of the sword being drawn out of its sheath, the sword energy and the thunder and lightning intertwined with each other, stirring up the wind and sand, and the air burst into four directions.
The palms covering the eyes were a little harder, and Pei Ji's voice sounded again in his ears: "Don't be afraid."
Ning Ning's tears fell suddenly.
It was him who should be most afraid of.
The second robbery, humanity.
There was another thunderclap, and the boy who bowed under the sand dunes held a long sword and fought against the thunder light with sword energy.
"This, this is too—"
The faint blue lightning was as ferocious as a ghost's claws. Lu Wanxing squinted his eyes from the electric light, and trembled in horror, "Can he really survive it?"
He Zhizhou was powerless and could only go crazy in the sea of knowledge: "Isn't Pei Ji the target of your training? Heaven doesn't have the slightest pity for him?"
"Life and death are fate. Pei Ji had a special status in his last life and accumulated unimaginable merits. For that merit, although Tiandao will temper him out of gratitude, he will never interfere with the cycle of karma and save him on purpose."
The voice in his mind answered lightly: "If he really died, it has nothing to do with the way of heaven."
He rolled his eyes in anger.
These unscrupulous capitalists!
The third robbery, the way of animals.
Ning Ning couldn't see the scene in front of him, and could only hear thunder that was more terrifying than before.
And the sound of the long sword falling to the ground.
With Pei Ji's light cough, the air filled with rich blood.
"After my mother passed away, I have been to many places."
On the back is the severe pain that penetrates into the bone marrow, and the heart is piercing, as if every inch of flesh is torn apart, and even the blood boils and burns.
He clumsily wiped away the tears on the girl's face with his fingertips, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle: "It often rains in the water town of Nancheng. I like to stand under the eaves and watch the rain drop drop by drop. Whenever I go to the pond, You can see rows of geese and ducks."
When Pei Ji said this, she smiled softly: "It's cute, round and fat. If you see it, you will definitely like it."
Then came the thunder.
The fourth kalpa, Asura Road.
The thin young man picked up the long sword, touched the ground with the tip of the sword, barely supported his figure, recited the sword art in his heart, and the sword energy surged up and gathered again into a white barrier.
"Going north along the southern city is the Colorful Butterfly Valley."
His breath was obviously messy and shattered, and he used almost all his strength to speak: "It's said to be the Butterfly Valley, but it's actually full of rabbits. Think about it, the entire valley is a snow-white mass, and it also looks very fat, like the bottom rain."
He would not please people, so he could only comfort Ning Ning in such a clumsy way and make her less afraid.
The barrier was shattered, and the thunderous bursts of thunder were like broken bamboo, like the shadows of thousands of swords and swords.
Pei Ji bit her lip and used the sharp pain to wake herself up a little so that she would not pass out.
The fifth kalpa, the realm of hungry ghosts.
Ning Ning's consciousness was gradually dissipating, and he was almost unable to hear the sound that was so close at hand.
"In the drawer on the left side of the study, there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes I made. It's too sweet, so I won't give it to you."
He lowered his eyelashes as he spoke, staring fixedly at the girl in front of him, as if he wanted to etch every contour of her into his heart.
Black hair, small nose tip, thin cold white skin.
Pei Ji thought, like the moon.
"There's nothing left for you... I'm sorry."
The effect of the drug has occurred.
In the last vague consciousness, Ning Ning heard Pei Ji say, "Good night." This was what she had told him.
Good night.
The sixth robbery, hell.
The six realms of reincarnation, good and evil retribution, clear cause and effect, all in one thought.
When the wind and sand were surging, the boy in black stood up with his sword, his eyebrows and eyes were blurred by black hair, the warmth faded, and there was a little bit of cold blood.
His body was covered in hideous bloodstains, but his back was straight and suffocating like a knife.
As early as the very beginning, Pei Ji made a decision.
No matter what the calamity was, he would do everything in his power to keep her alive.
If it is human, kill it.
If it is a demon, kill it all.
If the way of heaven-
Then he holds the sword, and even if he dies, he will cut off the way of heaven.
"Pei Ji, he..."
He Zhizhou's back was numb, and he couldn't help shuddering: "Draw the sword!"
The last heavy thunder came on schedule.
The lightning was dense like a net, and the boy raised his bloodless pale face, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a drop of round blood fell from his forehead.
He held the sword in his right hand, and took out a slender hairband with his left from his chest pocket.
The hair band that Ningning gave him in Luancheng.
Pei Ji didn't have time to tell her how happy he was when he received this gift.
I am so happy that I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth when I see it every night.
The scattered black hair was roughly tied up, revealing the youth's dark pupils as night, with murderous aura on the inside, but there was also the quietness of an empty mirror.
Lightning strikes in an instant.
Pei Ji used up all the remaining strength in her body and clenched her long sword.
Hell, mortal calamity.
No one can escape.
On the two-meter dust formation, the young demon monarch has disappeared and disappeared. A drop of blood slipped from the barrier, and the blood bead condensed into a drooping round drop, reflecting a faint yellowish shadow.
That is in the wind and sand and it is far away, belonging to the fourteenth moon.
At the cracks of the great formation, the sword light stretched out, sparks spewed, and the giant's body made of flames was chapped, turning into thousands of long marks reflecting the flames, like spider webs scattered in all directions.
A piece of rock fell to the ground, followed by the second and third pieces. The behemoth fell like a mountain. The dragon youth took this opportunity to hold his sword and move forward, his spiritual power surged, gradually filling the cracks.
In his arms, he always carried that night pearl.
It was the only bright color in the whole world in the dark red like hell.
Thunder light illuminates every corner of the desert.
The trembling pupils of the sand bandits, the red river formed by the blood of the demons, the scattered monsters, the swirling sand, and the white skeleton shrouded in soft aura.
Merit, sin, destiny, enmity.
Countless intertwined fates are coming together at this moment.
Countless chaotic causes and effects are superimposed and canceled here.
The long sword blocked the path of lightning, and a steady stream of blood fell from the boy's fingertips.
Pei Ji swallowed the fishy smell surging in his throat, and the long sword condensed, releasing the last sword intent.
This catastrophe is an endless purgatory from which no one can escape.
Amidst the thunder of piercing clouds and cracking stones, a middle-aged voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the sea of self-knowledge.
It laughed arrogantly, carrying an uncontrollable anger, and the moment the voice sounded, the sword light from all sides suddenly rose sharply, the white light covered the sky, and it went straight to the most violent thunder light.
"It's just destiny—"
Chengying said loudly: "Pei Ji... he can still cut through!"