Leaving Yangguan to the west, the north wind cuts my face and the snow flies everywhere.
As soon as the city gate opened, a group of people and horses rushed out from the pass like lightning. The people were like tigers, and the horses were like dragons. Their iron hooves were flying, stirring up a gust of wind, and they rushed straight to the west, cutting through the snowfield.
"Ah, we only arrived at Suoyang Pass at midnight yesterday, and set out again before dawn." The old soldier guarding the city murmured, "It's really urgent."
"They must be martial artists, right?" The younger men stared at the backs of the seven people, somewhat fascinated, "They all carry swords!"
In three days, they galloped day and night from the Dingjiang Pavilion in the Central Plains to the Northwest Fortress. Although they were riding famous horses that were selected from thousands of miles away, they were already so tired that they foamed at the mouth and could not continue. He had to tell his colleagues to take a break, contacted people from the Northwest Martial Alliance, and changed horses at Suoyang Pass. Before dawn, he set out again and rushed towards Kunlun.
The cold wind was howling, and there was no one on the official road. Huo Zhanbai looked back at Suoyang Pass from afar and let out a sigh of relief.
Once you pass this checkpoint, you will enter the sphere of influence of the Great Guangming Palace in the Western Region.
This time, Dingjian Pavilion put all its efforts into sending out all the eight swordsmen, taking advantage of the internal turmoil in the Demon Palace to join forces with the outsiders, trying to inflict heavy damage on it in one fell swoop. As the most powerful martial artist among the new generation, he shouldered the heavy responsibility and led the other six swordsmen to rush thousands of miles.
However, when he thought about the person he might face this time, he felt secretly shaken.
"Seventh brother! Something's happening!" When he was distracted, he suddenly heard Xia Qianyu's low voice, and everyone reined in their horses.
"What's going on?" He jumped down and saw Xia Qianyu, who had been exploring the way ahead, riding his horse back with something in his hand.
"Gold-Breaking Slash?!" the seven swordsmen blurted out in surprise.
That huge saber was the famous weapon of Tong Jue in the Shura Field of the Demon Palace. He had traveled across the Western Regions and slaughtered countless people, making him one of the top killers in the Demon Palace and a member of the "Eight Horses" - but now, it appeared in this wasteland
"There are signs of fighting ahead," Xia Qianyu threw the Broken Gold Slash onto the snow and took a breath, "All eight steeds were destroyed here!"
"What?" Everyone reined in their horses, exchanged shocked glances, and jumped off their horses.
The eight horses were all killed. This was news that shook the martial arts world!
After walking only thirty feet, they saw the remains of a battlefield covered in snow.
Zhuidian had his right arm cut off and his chest pierced; Tongjue died quickly, with only a line of blood left on his throat; Zhuifeng, Baitu, Tingjing, Chenfu and Yanzhi died within a radius of three meters, and except for Chenfu who showed signs of poisoning, the others all had their throats cut by a sword.
Huo Zhanbai took a breath without making a sound—looking at these sword wounds, they were all caused by the same person!
"How amazing," Wei Fengxing beside him couldn't help but murmured, "He actually killed eight horses by himself!"
"Maybe it was a successful ambush?" The third brother Yang Ting speculated.
"No, definitely not." Huo Zhanbai picked up Zhuifeng's sword from the ground. "Look, the positions where Zhuifeng, Tingjing, Chenfu, and Yanzhi fell are consistent with the momentum of the Demon Palace's 'Heavenly Net Formation' - it is obvious that the Eight Horses came prepared and ambushed someone here together."
Several famous swordsmen from Dingjian Pavilion looked at each other in dismay - the Eight Horses joined forces to ambush, but they all died here. The man's martial arts skills were simply unbelievable!
"Who are they ambushing?" Huo Zhanbai murmured, puzzled.
There are only a handful of people in the world who can wipe out the Eight Horses at once. Apart from a few old masters who have become legends in the martial arts world, there are only a few left. As for those in the Central Plains martial arts world, no one should have gone to the frontier recently, let alone fought a desperate battle with the Demon Palace killer in this remote snowy plain - then, who has such power
"Found it!" While he was hesitating, he heard Wei Fengxing shouting in front.
He rushed over and saw the other party dragging out a broken sword from under the snow - it was an ordinary blue steel sword, which had been broken in the middle. Under the snow next to it was eight horses lying on the ground with only one flying corpse left.
"Look at this mark," Wei Fengxing turned the hilt upside down and handed it over, "The opponent should be one of the Five Mingzi."
Huo Zhanbai saw the flame shape carved on the hilt at a glance: Fire is divided into five flames, and the first flame is the longest - the five wise men in the Demon Palace are "wind, fire, water, air, and force", and the first one is the Wonderful Wind Envoy. He nodded silently -
Yes, in the Western Regions, the only one who can do this, apart from Tong who just rebelled recently, is Miao Fengshi, who has the highest cultivation among the Five Mingzi! That person, known as the "amulet" of the King of Religion, has not been in the snow-capped mountains for many years, and has rarely appeared in the Central Plains, so no one knows his depth.
However, why did the Demon Palace send out the Eight Horses to deal with the Wonderful Wind Envoy
"Everyone, get on your horses and keep going." He suddenly understood, patted the saddle, jumped on the horse, and shouted, "Everyone, get on the road quickly! We can't wait even a moment!"
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That night, heavy snow fell on the top of Kunlun Mountain, the longest snowfall in years.
When it snows, countless people can’t sleep at night.
Amid the howling of the wind and snow, there was a faint sound floating in the snow, desolate and mysterious, gradually dispersing like water, melting into the cold and dead night. Miao Feng, who had been immersed in his thoughts, suddenly woke up, put on his clothes and went to the window to stare - however, in the dark night above the empty Da Guangming Palace, only white snow kept falling.
That was Loulan's "Zhe Liu", which was widely circulated in the Western Regions. Such a familiar tune... It has been buried in my memory for nearly 20 years, right
Could it be that there are people of the same clan in this Great Guangming Palace
When hearing the song of willow-breaking this evening, who will not be reminded of his hometown
In the snow in Shanyin, Miaoshui put down the flute in her hand, patted the snow on the newly built grave, sighed and turned around - the last mastiff she raised finally died...
These mastiffs are known as the kings of the snowy land. They are so ferocious and violent throughout their lives that any stranger who gets close to them will die. But if they recognize you as their master, they will completely trust you and live for you for the rest of their lives.
That kind of life is simple.
But what about humans? How can humans live so simply
Among the six realms of reincarnation, humans are the most miserable.
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On the second day, the clouds cleared and the snow was white, it was a rare sunny day on the top of Kunlun Mountain.
"What a beautiful day!"
"Yes, it's a rare sunny day. I can finally go for a walk in the garden."
When Xue Ziye got up, she heard the maids whispering happily outside. She was a little dazed, as if she had not woken up yet, just sitting on the couch with the fox fur wrapped around her - it's time to get up. It's time to get up. There was a voice in her heart that kept urging her, cold and stern.
However, she didn't want to get up, like a child who stayed in bed, lingering in the warm quilt.
—After today, I’m afraid I’ll never feel this kind of warmth again
The toxins in her body were eroding her step by step. She didn't know where her body would lie in the cold snow tonight.
At that moment, she hid in the soft blanket on the couch, hugged her shoulders, and felt her body trembling slightly - it turned out that even though she was so calm and resolute in front of Mingjie and Miaoshui, she was not completely free of fear in her heart...
The golden Western clock on the wall struck six times, and a maid came in with a golden basin on time, asking her to wash and dress.
It was time to get up. No matter how dangerous and intense the next situation was, she had to force herself to face it bravely, because there was no way back.
She gritted her teeth, propped herself up, changed her clothes, and began to wash. The maid came forward and rolled up the beaded curtain, and the snow and sunlight shone in, dazzling people. Xue Ziye suddenly saw it and felt that the light was really unbearable. She let out a low cry and covered her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Hurry up and pull down the curtain!" someone shouted from outside the door.
"Miao Feng Envoy!" The maid was surprised and quickly pulled down the curtain, and the light in the room became soft again.
Although the time had not yet arrived, Miao Feng in white had already stood outside the door waiting, quietly watching her busy preparations, and calmly lowered his eyes: "Valley Master Xue, the King has ordered his subordinates to come and take you to the main hall."
"Okay, we've got everything," she replied calmly. "Let's go."
However, he stood still and said, "I dare to ask Master Xue to take out all the medicinal materials and utensils for inspection."
Xue Ziye glanced at him and finally suppressed his anger: "You want to check my medicine bag?"
"I am just afraid that Master Xue has something like the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles by his side." Miao Feng did not hide the truth and answered indifferently, as if he had completely forgotten that he had lost his composure in front of her last night. "Before Master Xue reaches the bedside of the King, I must ensure everything."
"Are you afraid that I will take the opportunity to assassinate the King?" Xue Ziye laughed angrily and sneered, "Mingjie is still in your hands, how dare I, Envoy Miaofeng!"
"Just in case." Miao Feng remained calm.
"What if I refuse?" There was anger in Yao Shigu's eyes.
"That wouldn't be good." Miao Feng spoke calmly, without any threat, but every word was heart-piercing. "Tong will die miserably, the King's condition will continue to worsen - and you, Valley Master, may not be able to leave Kunlun Mountain. Even the children of the Pharmacist Valley may not be safe."
"You!" Xue Ziye stood up suddenly.
Miao Feng just looked at her silently without avoiding her. His eyes were calm but there was no smile on his face.
After a moment of stalemate, she coldly pulled the medicine bag and threw it at him. Miao Feng raised his hand and took it steadily, nodding at her: "Offense."
He quickly opened the medicine bag and examined the heavy medicines and instruments inside with a cautious expression. From time to time, he put some herbs under his nose to smell them. If he was unsure, he would pass them to disciples outside the sect who knew medicine and asked them to taste them one by one to determine whether they were poisonous.
Xue Ziye looked at it coldly and sneered: "This is too crude - if I really use poison, I will definitely use the level of Seven Star Begonia."
Seven-star Begonia? Miao Feng was slightly startled, but time was running out, so he just checked everything with a blank expression, then gathered the drugs that were confirmed to be safe, repacked them, and handed them to his subordinates outside the door, instructing them to keep them.
"Valley Master Xue, please get in the sedan chair."
He drew up the curtain, bowed slightly, and watched her sit down. From the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed that her slender hands were trembling slightly, and his silent face was slightly moved - it turned out that such a calm and strong woman was also nervous in her heart when facing such a thing.
Miao Feng glanced at her, gently lowered the curtain, and at the same time gently said:
"Don't worry. I will ensure the safety of the Adept, but I will also ensure your safety."
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When the sun rose from the other side of the ice peak, the sedan chair stopped steadily at the jade steps under the Great Guangming Palace. A disciple on duty in front of the palace saw it and quickly retreated inside to report.
"The King invites Master Xue." A reply came after a moment, coming out through the layers of flying veils in the hall.
Xue Ziye sat in the sedan, his body shook slightly, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and his fingers clenched.
At that moment, the poison in her body that had been temporarily suppressed by the Biling Pill seemed to rise again, and the poison, which was extremely powerful in the world, made her tremble all over.
"Valley Master Xue." The curtain of the sedan chair was lifted from the outside. Miao Feng bowed in front of the sedan chair with a calm expression.
She calmed down, slowly got up and stepped out of the sedan chair, and stepped onto the jade steps. Miao Feng followed slowly, and her followers quickly followed, holding her medicine bag and many utensils in their hands, and they were so grand that it seemed as if they were going to perform a grand ritual.
Xue Ziye walked towards the solemn and awe-inspiring hall step by step, his eyes gradually becoming focused and calm.
Yes, now we can no longer take even a single step back.
She was originally a doctor, and saving the dying and healing the wounded was her duty. However, today, she had to go into a dangerous place alone to do something that went against the doctor's code of conduct. In such a cold hall, surrounded by tigers and wolves, murderous intentions were everywhere, and anyone who wanted to kill her would only need to raise a finger to kill her. However, she was determined to drag the devil on the high throne down to hell at any cost!
Miao Feng followed behind her, so quietly that her footsteps could not be heard.
She lowered her head and walked into the hall, taking the medicine bag from her follower.
"Valley Master Xue." A deep voice came from the deepest part of the hall, bringing her wandering soul back, "You are finally here..."
Looking up, I saw countless bright red sutra curtains flying in the hall. On the jade throne in the middle, a gorgeous golden robe fell like a waterfall. The white-haired old man embraced the charming beauty, leaning against the back of the chair and reaching out to her. The five blue-white fingers trembled slightly, and the blood kept twisting under the skin as thin as parchment, as if an invisible snake had drilled into it.
Xue Ziye was shocked for a moment: That, that is the King of Church
—Just one night apart, and you've become so weak!
"Stand beside me when I see you later." The King of Church tilted his head and whispered in Miao Feng's ear. His voice was so weak that it was unclear. "I only trust you now. Feng."
"…" He was shocked by these words, and then whispered: "Yes."
"Feng." The King raised his hand and gestured. Miao Feng leaned over to hold his arm and walked down the jade steps step by step. At that moment, he felt that the king who looked down on the world was so weak, and a trace of horror flashed in his eyes. Miao Shui did not come over, but just gathered his sleeves and stood far away at the edge of the curtain of the hall, as if keeping watch.
Xue Ziye pushed the medicine pillow on the table over and said, "Check your pulse first."
The King of Church put his wrist down without saying a word. Miao Feng stood beside him, his eyes flickered slightly - the pulse gate is one of the most important parts of the human body. If she had any second thoughts, then...
However, before his hand could move to the hilt of the sword at his waist, Xue Ziye had already let go of the Pope's wrist.
"The master's illness is caused by infatuation, and it has been a month and seventeen days." After taking the pulse for a while, she lowered her eyes and quickly wrote the medical record, talking calmly, "The qi in the sea of qi is out of control and leaking out, the meridians are in disorder, and the triple burner meridian is paralyzed. The acupuncture points all over the body are swollen, and every midnight it feels like thousands of needles piercing, the pain is unbearable - is it true or not?"
The King of Popes showed a surprised expression in his eyes, looked at the young female doctor, and nodded: "Absolutely correct."
"Heh..." Xue Ziye looked up at the face of the King of Church and nodded: "After the onset of the disease, many treatment measures should have been taken - unfortunately, none of them worked, and the condition got worse."
The prince's eyes were already filled with anxiety, and he interrupted, "So, how long will it take to get better?"
Xue Ziye stopped writing and laughed: "The King should first ask 'Can it be cured?' right?"
The King of the Church also smiled, but his eyes gradually darkened: "There is no need to ask this, right? If even the Master of the Pharmacist Valley says that it cannot be cured, then this seat should really be doomed..."
"Yes," Xue Ziye seemed to be completely unaware of the murderous aura accumulated by the Lord of the Church, and smiled, "The Lord of the Church is already a god-level figure on earth. The ordinary methods of this world can no longer hurt you. If it weren't for this time of going astray, it seems that nothing can do anything to the Lord of the Church."
She spoke lightly, fiddling with the silver needle at hand carelessly, ignoring the fact that the terminally ill pope no longer had his usual restraint.
"Don't beat around the bush!" The King's arms suddenly grew longer and he grabbed Xue Ziye's throat, veins bulging on his hands: "Tell me, can it be cured? If not, I want you to be buried with me!"
Xue Ziye's throat was strangled, his hand slipped, and the silver needle pierced his finger, but he couldn't even scream.
Miao Feng's face turned pale instantly, and he subconsciously took a step forward to stop it, but he hesitated, as if there was an invisible restraint.
—After all, in the decades since he was a child, he had never openly rebelled against the Pope.
"It can... it can be cured!" However, in just a short moment, Xue Ziye finally managed to utter two words.
The king's hand loosened instantly, allowing the doctor to return to his seat, panting violently, but the ferocious expression on his face disappeared, returning to his usual kindness and serenity: "Oh... I knew it. The medical skills of Pharmacist Valley are the best in the world, how could you disappoint me?"
He put his hand back on the medicine pillow, and said in a voice with terrible pressure: "Then, I'll trouble you, Master Xue."
Xue Ziye covered her throat and gasped, her face pale. She glanced coldly at the King of Religion, and glanced at Miao Feng standing on the side, with a hint of sneer in her eyes. Miao Feng's hand had been trembling on the sword, but he never dared to draw it. At this moment, she saw him glance coldly, and her whole body shook violently, and she didn't dare to look at him.
Miaoshui just watched from the side, as if nothing had happened.
Xue Ziye put down his hand and exhaled, "Okay... Ziye will use the golden needle acupuncture method in the 'Pharmacist's Secret Collection' to open up the meridians in the whole body of the prince - but I also hope that the prince will keep his word and let Mingjie go down the mountain."
"Of course." The Adept smiled lovingly, "I keep my word."
Xue Ziye nodded, opened the medicine bag she carried with her, and spread out a row of medicine boxes - red and white interlaced inside, with a strange fragrance. She selected two of them: "This is the Purple Gold Shengmai Pill that replenishes qi and blood. The Lord of the Church can take it first, and wait for a quarter of an hour before the medicine takes effect and you can use the golden needles. This box of benzoin is a medicine for calming the mind and relieving pain. Please light it with the incense burner."
"Wind." The Pope did not answer directly, but spoke in a deep voice.
"Yes." Miao Feng took a step forward, picked up the pill without thinking, put it under his nose and smelled it, then took a little bit and put it into his mouth, actually testing it with his body - Xue Ziye raised his head and looked at him with complicated eyes.
"No problem." After trying it, he bowed slightly and replied, "It can be used."
"Then, let's light it up." The King stretched out his hand, took the pill and swallowed it, then signaled Miaofeng to light the incense.
The rich aroma lingered in the cold hall. No one spoke. It was so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard. Xue Ziye lowered his head and quenched the golden needle on the lamp for a moment, then raised his head and said, "Please turn around."
She carefully picked up a needle and said, "Begin to cross the acupuncture points. Please relax the meridians throughout your body and be sure to stop breathing."
The king's eyes flickered, but he turned around in the end. As he turned around, Miao Feng took a step forward and stood behind him, watching over everything for him. The king turned around and slowly pulled down his outer robe, exposing the empty door behind him to strangers for the first time. As soon as he took off the gorgeous golden robe, everyone in the hall changed their expressions!
What, what are those! … Xue Ziye suppressed the exclamation on his lips and looked at the exposed back.
This was simply no longer a human body - countless scars crisscrossed, forming a horrific picture, and there were even one or two bones vaguely exposed from under the skin. It looked like a puppet that had been broken many times and then clumsily sewn together.
"Do you know?" The King of Adoration turned his back to her and laughed softly, "I also came from the Shura Field."
"..." For the first time, there was a look of shock in Xue Ziye's eyes, and the golden needle in his hand trembled.
"Let's begin." The King said solemnly.
Miaoshui watched coldly from a distance under the jade throne, watching her pick up the golden needle and insert it into the acupuncture points on the back of the King, her hands subconsciously clenched in her sleeves.
"Hmm." The first needle was inserted into the Tiantu point in the middle of the spine. The King of Teaching groaned and frowned slightly. Miao Feng's face was solemn, and he almost couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of the sword. However, Xue Ziye's move was as fast as lightning. After the first needle was inserted, the five points of Xuanji, Huagai, Zigong, Yutang, and Tanzhong were already painful. It turned out that five golden needles were inserted at the same time.
The stinging pain only lasts for a moment, and then the qi channels become unblocked!
As the golden needles were inserted, the originally rigid meridians gradually came alive, and the internal energy that had been running around in the body was guided back to the acupuncture points one by one. The tingling pain that had lasted for many days gradually disappeared. The King of Religion loosened his tightly clenched hands, closed his eyes, and sighed with satisfaction.
Miao Feng also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and glanced at the woman who was concentrating on giving the acupuncture with admiration.
Finally, the acupuncture points along the spine were opened, and the 72 gold needles were placed. Xue Ziye gently twisted the needle tails to adjust the depth and position of the gold needles in the acupuncture points, and fine beads of sweat were already oozing out of her forehead. The acupuncture of the gold needles was extremely laborious and eye-straining. With her long-term weak constitution, it was already extremely strenuous to help the patient open the eight extraordinary meridians at once.
A towel was gently put on her and she wiped the sweat off her forehead.
She looked up at Miao Feng with a complicated look in her eyes, then suddenly smiled and said softly, "Okay."
It's healed so quickly? Miao Feng was a little surprised, but saw Xue Ziye suddenly raised his palm and patted the King's back!
She knew no martial arts, and that slap didn't have any strength at all, but miraculously, with that light slap, the silver needles inserted into the 72 acupuncture points seemed to come alive and drilled into the Pope's back in an instant!
"Ah!" The Pope's whole body shook and he suddenly let out a cry of extreme pain.
"This attack is for the Moga clan who were killed for you eight years ago!" She stood up, a bright light flashed in her eyes, she grabbed the medicine bag with a fierce shout, and hit the devil hard, regardless of everything.
But what kind of person is the master of the Great Light Palace? When he was suddenly attacked, the Great Shift of the Universe was activated in an instant, and the acupuncture points of the whole body were shifted in time in an instant, and all the inserted gold needles were deviated by half a point. However, the true energy in his body was disordered again in an instant, and the pain was even worse than before.
This woman... this woman wanted to kill him!
The King's face turned pale, he turned his head suddenly, his eyes were like a wild beast, and he slapped Xue Ziye with his backhand!
"King of Religion!" Miao Feng was shocked and immediately rushed over, thrusting out a palm diagonally, trying to take Xue Ziye away.
However, Xue Ziye stood there quietly, with a smile on her face, watching the thunder strike without dodging or avoiding it. It seemed that after completing this strike, she could calmly go to death.
The palm of the King of Church had already reached Xue Ziye one foot in front of her, and the fierce and powerful palm wind forced her clothes to flutter. Miao Feng didn't have time to think about it, and quickly changed his tactics in the middle, pulling her away with one hand, rushing forward, and confronting the King of Church with a palm!
With a loud bang, he staggered back three steps, feeling the blood boiling in his chest.
However, just after that palm strike, the King retreated more than ten feet, and finally staggered and fell into the jade throne, spitting out blood.
“Feng!” The old man looked at his subordinate who had disobeyed him at the last moment in disbelief, muttering, “Even you… Even you…”
"I..." After resisting the attack head-on, Miao Feng was a little overwhelmed at the moment. He looked down at his hands, his body shaking slightly - he had not thought about betraying the King, but at that moment he did not have time to think too much. He only knew that he must not let this woman die in front of him.
As soon as his hand loosened, Xue Ziye staggered and fell to the ground, holding her chest and coughing violently, blood gushing out of her mouth - although she was pulled away by Miao Feng at the last moment, she was still affected by the King's terrifying attack, and her internal organs were seriously injured.
She spat out mouthfuls of blood onto the ground, staining it into large red flowers.
Miao Feng stared at all this, feeling confused. Suddenly, he knelt down in front of the throne and whispered, "I only ask the King not to kill her!"
"Then, would you rather she kill me?" The Pope laughed coldly and coughed violently.
Miao Feng was shocked: "No!"
At that moment, he didn't know what to do.
"You are wrong. It is me who wants to kill you." Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the hall.
Who is it? The voice was so cold and strange, with an indescribable murderous aura. Miao Feng felt ominous the moment he heard it, but when he wanted to draw his sword and rush away, he suddenly felt that the true energy reached his chest and could no longer be raised. His hands and feet became limp and he could not stand at all.
"You!" In disbelief, he turned around and looked at Xue Ziye who had his hands on his waist.
Was it her? Did she take advantage of the situation and attack me?!
"I'm sorry." Xue Ziye looked up at him from the ground, with an indescribable expression in her eyes. As if she could no longer support herself, she collapsed to the ground, her hands loosened, and a golden needle trembled slightly on Miao Feng's Yangguan acupoint - that was the agreement between her and Miao Shui!
At the moment when Miao Feng was restrained, with a snap, the jade throne was pierced through!
The blood-red sword pierced through the back of the throne from behind, emerged from the chest of the Pope, and nailed him to the high jade throne!
“Miaoshui!” A cry of shock resounded throughout the hall, “It’s you!”
In the fluttering curtains, the fox-like eyes of the blue-clothed woman flashed with delight as she looked at the old man with bloodshot eyes: "Yes... it's me! Xue Ziye is just a cover to divert your attention - a monster like you, how can it be effective to just pierce with a golden needle? Only with the blood-clearing sword coated with dragon blood poison can I nail you to death!"
She smiled and let go of her bloody hand, saying in a seductive voice: "You know what? It's me who's here to kill you."
"You... why..." The Pope tried hard to speak, but he couldn't even continue his voice.
"Hahaha! You still ask me why!" Miaoshui laughed and slapped the king in the face. "You have done so many cruel things! - Twenty-one years ago, the Loulan tribe was wiped out overnight near Luopu. Have you forgotten?"
The King of Churches instantly raised his head and looked at the charming woman he brought back from Tibet, and said in a lost voice: "You... are not Tibetan?"
"I am from Loulan. You never expected that, did you?" Miaoshui laughed loudly, and her soft voice revealed an unprecedented arrogance and murderous aura. She raised her head and glared coldly, "Master Jiao Wang, have you killed too many people in your life and have forgotten it?"
"Ah! You, you are that—" The King looked at this woman and gradually realized, "Princess Shanmi?"
"You finally remembered, Lord." She laughed coldly and tightened her grip on the Bloodthirsty Sword again. "Thanks to you, my family members were all killed, but I escaped alone and ended up in Tibet. When I was fifteen, I was lucky enough to meet you again."
This enchanting woman suddenly seemed to have changed into a different person. She laughed like a possessed demon. She twisted the hilt of her sword viciously, stirring the long sword that had pierced her chest, and laughed fiercely: "For this day, I have slept with you for so many nights and suffered so much! What dual cultivation, what joyful Zen - you old pervert! Go to hell!"
She was venting her anger that had accumulated over the years, completely unaware of how pale Miao Feng's face had become beneath the jade steps.
Good honey!
That familiar yet distant name seemed like a bright bolt of lightning, cutting through the dark and cold past.
The sound of the 筚篥 in my homeland resounded in my memory, mysterious and hushed, echoing on the desolate road of exile. The Uighurs invaded my homeland, and my father led the tribe to flee westward overnight, hoping to migrate to Luopu to rebuild their homeland. I hid on the horse's back as a child, with my face buried in my sister's arms, listening to her playing "Zhe Liu" on the 筚篥 along the way, reminiscing about my homeland on the way of exile.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Quicksand Mountain, the sound of horse hooves like thunder could be heard faintly—all the tribesmen showed expressions of panic and fear.
It's a horse thief!
Death had come. Blood was splattered all over the sky, and his ears were filled with the screams of his tribe members who were dying. He was so frightened that he lost his mind and cried loudly in his sister's arms.
"Yami, don't cry!" She shouted sternly at the last moment, "Be a man!"
She threw away the flute in her hand, drew a knife from her bosom, and faced the horse thief's sharp long knife without fear.
The horse thieves were all startled, reined in their horses, took a step back, and then burst into laughter: That was the small knife carried by the Loulan women, no more than a foot long, intricate and gorgeous, but only used as a daily decoration and had no offensive power.
She threw the knife in front of her brother and shouted, "Yami, pick it up!"
However, he was only five years old and was so frightened that he couldn't even stand, let alone hold the knife.
She glanced at him with a murderous look in her eyes: "As the son of the King of Loulan, I must live like a man even if I die!"
He was so scared that he cried, but still didn't dare to pick up the knife.
"Ah. It's really too hard for you." She looked at her younger brother's frightened look, and finally just sighed, suddenly knelt on one knee, kissed his forehead, and murmured gently: "Let me help you... Yami, close your eyes! Don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon."
He looked up in surprise, only to see a bright light slashing towards his neck!
At that moment, all the child's thoughts went blank.
Sister Wang...Sister Wang wants to kill him!
The horse thieves let out a whistle, and one of them swung his whip and picked up the stunned child at the critical moment, throwing him far away - his speed and accurate eyesight were completely unlike those of ordinary horse thieves in the Western Regions.
However, at the moment when the knife missed, the woman's face changed, the blade turned around, and stabbed her own throat without hesitation.
"Ha... Interesting girl." A cold voice among the black-clad horse thieves laughed, "Catch her!"
He was thrown aside, unable to move due to the pain. He watched helplessly as the horse thieves rushed towards Sister Wang, knocked down her dagger with just one whip, grabbed her hair, dragged her onto the horse's back, and rode away.
The five-year-old boy didn't know where he got the courage from, but he tried to stand up and chase after him. However, someone hit him on the head with a whip from behind, and he fainted from the pain.
When I woke up, a cold moon was hanging high in the wilderness and wolves were howling.
The bodies of the tribesmen were piled up like a mountain, and countless green lights were floating in the dark night - they were wild wolves coming to feast. He was so scared that he dared not breathe, but the green lights were moving towards him little by little. He moved closer to the pile of corpses little by little, and his hand suddenly touched something.
—It was the bixiao that my sister used to play music every day, and there were blood stains on it.
At that moment, he felt only endless despair.
Everyone died, leaving him alone, abandoned among the wolves in the wilderness!
"Help... Help!" From afar, a young child cried out when he heard the sound of wheels rolling over.
The golden carriage came to a sudden stop, and a middle-aged man in a black cloak got down from the carriage, stepping over corpses and blood. Even ferocious wolves retreated wherever he went. His demeanor was as calm and composed as a deep abyss or a towering mountain.
"Are you from the royal family of Loulan?" He leaned over and looked at the only living child among the corpses on the ground. There was a devilish power in his voice. He stretched out his hand and said, "Poor child, are you willing to come with me? If you give me everything, I will give you everything."
He shrank back, staring at the handsome man for a long time, and noticed that he was wearing a huge gem ring on his finger. He suddenly vaguely remembered what such a ring represented in the Western Regions, sobbed for a while, and finally carefully held the hand that was extended to him, and pressed his lips on the gem.
The man smiled, his eyes as bright as a wolf in the darkness.
The trajectory of fate turns here.
He went from being the son of the last king of Loulan, Yami, to being the "Miaofeng" among the five wise men under the throne of the King of Great Light Palace - the amulet of the King of Great Light Palace. He had no relatives, no friends, and even no motherland. From then on, he lived only for one person.
How many years will it be after that
The child who was afraid of the dark night and blood finally grew up soaking in the blood pool. As Sister Wang's last request, he never shed a tear again. Endless killing and absolute loyalty made him calm and indifferent. He always smiled, seemed gentle and indifferent to the world, but he often took people's lives in a blink of an eye.
He even seldom recalled the past, which was as quiet and silent as still water.
However, the bixiao that was left in the pool of blood had been hidden secretly in his arms, never shown to anyone, yet never lost.
More than twenty years later, the blue-clad Miaoshui Envoy laughed wildly on the jade throne in the hall, and the sword in his hand pierced the chest of the King of Popes.
"Sister Wang... Sister Wang." A voice in his heart whispered, getting louder and louder, almost bursting his eardrums. However, he froze in place, his mind blank, unable to say a word to the woman in front of him who was laughing like crazy.
Is that the Queen Sister Shan Mi? How could that enchanting and vicious woman be the Queen Sister Shan Mi!
The woman sneered, with terrible viciousness in her eyes, and spoke word by word to the old man nailed to the throne: "Twenty-one years ago, my father was defeated by the Uighur Kingdom, and the Loulan people had to abandon the city and go into exile - and you took the money from the Uighur King and sent assassins pretending to be horse thieves to kill our people along the way!
"A male head is worth 100 taels of silver, and a woman, child, or old person is worth 50 taels of silver. Have you forgotten?"
"—But you shouldn't forget me, right? Each member of the royal family gets 10,000 taels!"
The Blood-Lining Sword stirred the body of the Hierophant, crushing his internal organs. The dragon blood poison was enough to kill gods and demons. The Hierophant's hair and beard turned pale in an instant, and the luster on his face faded. He looked emaciated, no longer as sage as usual. After a burst of laughter, Miaoshui let go of his hand exhaustedly, took a step back, and sneered at the old man who was leaning against the jade throne with his head drooping.
"Humph." She suddenly snorted coldly and kicked the dead king to the ground beside her, "Get lost."
She twisted her slender waist and sat on the empty jade throne, laughing sweetly: "Now, this place belongs to me!"
Miaoshui was sitting on the high jade throne, looking down at the people below with disdain, and was suddenly stunned - there was a pair of eyes watching her every move, with indescribable complex emotions, so deep that one could almost drown a person.
Is it Miao Feng? She was secretly shocked and clenched the bloody sword tightly.
He was so busy dealing with the King of the Church that he actually neglected this number two figure! After the King of the Church died, this person became the most difficult and powerful person in the Great Light Palace. He must be dealt with as soon as possible while he is still unable to move, so as to avoid any changes.
She sat on the throne holding the sword, and suddenly smiled: "Envoy Miaofeng, isn't the meaning of your existence to protect the King? Now that the King is dead, there is no need for you to exist anymore."
Her voice was sharp and vicious, but Miao Feng still didn't say anything. He just stared blankly at the beautiful woman sitting on the blood-stained jade throne, with an inexplicable expression in his eyes.
"Miaoshui!" Xue Ziye, who was lying on the ground, was suddenly shocked. He raised his head with great effort and said sternly, "You promised me that you wouldn't kill them!"
"Hahaha... Female doctor, I admire your bravery, but I laugh at your stupidity." Miao Shui laughed loudly, his voice echoing in the empty hall, and he was extremely proud. "How can a person who doesn't know martial arts sign a contract with me? A promise needs strength to maintain, otherwise it is just an empty promise."
"You..." Xue Ziye tried to stand up several times, but fell back to the cold ground.
This body has been deteriorating since leaving the Pharmacist Valley. Now it has been poisoned and hit by the King of Popes. Even if she has been taking the Biling Pill to maintain her energy and meridians, she can no longer support herself.
"Female doctor, you are really weird," Miaoshui laughed, looking at her and pointing the Blood-Lining Sword at Miaofeng whose acupuncture points were sealed, "Why do you care about this man's life or death? You know he is the murderer who killed the Moga clan - why do you still want to save him?"
Miao Feng, who had been silent all this time, was suddenly startled. He instantly raised his head and looked at Xue Ziye, unable to believe it—How? She, she knew? She had known for a long time that I was the murderer? !
Even so...she still wants to save him? !
"He... is just a sword used to kill people." Xue Ziye panted violently on the ground, but his voice was firm, "All I want is... just to cut off the hand holding the sword."
“…” At that moment, even Miaoshui stopped laughing and looked down at the dying woman under the jade throne.
"Okay, even if you don't kill him, I will take his life!" Miaoshui stood up, picked up the Lixue Sword again, walked down from the jade throne, with murderous intent.
—Keeping a master like Miao Feng around is definitely a hidden danger. If we don’t kill him today, when will we kill him
Miao Feng watched her approaching with a sword in hand, but there was no fear in his eyes, and a smile that he had not seen for many days appeared on his lips. He kept looking at the woman on the throne: watching her talk, watching her smile, watching her hold the sword... His eyes were vague and distant, and he didn't know where he was looking.
This is not Shan Mi... This woman who is laughing wildly is not the Shan Mi Wang Jie in my memory!
Miaoshui left the throne, walked down the steps holding the bloody sword, stepped on Miaofeng's shoulder, turned the sword upside down and pressed it against his back, sneering: "Envoy Miaofeng, I'm not trying to kill you - you are the King's confidant, if I spare your life, I'll be cutting off my own path!"
“No!” A look of fear finally appeared on Xue Ziye’s face, “Stop!”
However, Miao Feng was not afraid. He just raised his head and looked at Miao Shui quietly, with an indescribable strange smile on the corner of his lips.
Is she going to kill him? Very good. Very good... At this point, if we can just write it off like this, that would be great.
In just a short moment, he experienced so much inversion and confusion: his benefactor became his enemy, his rival became his relative... Intense emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness came like waves, shattering his long-dead heart into pieces.
Suddenly he felt hopeless.
"Miaoshui," he suddenly laughed, looking at his sister standing in front of him. At this critical moment of life and death, she still did not tell the truth, but just calmly asked, "After I die, can you let this female doctor who doesn't know martial arts go? She poses no threat to you."
"Ha, you're still speaking for her at this time?" Miao Shui's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and his words were harsh, "Feng, it turns out that besides the King of Churches, you can actually love another person!"
Miao Feng just raised his eyes calmly: "Miao Shui, please let her go. I will be grateful to you."
Miaoshui sneered, raised the sword and pointed it at his heart: "Well, that depends on whether I am happy or not."
Before she finished her words, she quickly raised her sword and swung it down!
"Yami!" Xue Ziye's heart was broken. He struggled to reach out his hand and cried out incoherently, "Yami!"
She used all her strength, and her fingertips barely touched the golden needle on his waist, but she was completely powerless to stop the fatal sword, which was about to chop off his head.
However, that sentence was like invisible lightning, striking the woman holding the sword in an instant!
The tip of the sword suddenly stopped. Miao Shui turned around like lightning, threw Miao Feng away, suddenly bent down and pulled up Xue Ziye, asking fiercely, his face almost crazy: "What? What did you say just now? What did you call him!"
"Yami." Xue Ziye was confused. "His real name—don't you know it?"
Miaoshui froze for a moment.
Taking advantage of the moment when Miao Shui was dazed, she moved her fingertips slightly and quietly pulled out the golden needle that sealed the acupoint on Miao Feng's waist.
“Ya, Yami?!” Miaoshui stared at his colleague of many years on the ground with an expression of disbelief, “Miaofeng—could it be that you are… are…”
The question was not finished. A short flute was exposed from Miao Feng's torn clothes. It was a musical instrument commonly used by people in the Western Regions, the bixiao, carved from ox horn and decorated with silver carvings. The bright yellow tassels on it had already faded.
Miaoshui held the Lixue Sword, and his hands began to tremble.
She bent down and picked up the 筚竅, rubbing it repeatedly, tears welling up in her eyes. She turned her head and looked at Miao Feng, only to find that the blue-haired man was also looking at her - at that moment, she vaguely saw the trembling little man who hid in her arms many years ago.
"Swish!" Suddenly, the Lixue Sword pointed at his heart again!
“You… are you lying to me?” Miao Shui’s face showed a fierce and vicious expression, as if he had suppressed his inner fluctuations for a moment, sneering, “You are not Yami at all! Yami died when she was five years old! He, he doesn’t even dare to hold a knife, how could he become the King’s trusted assassin?!”
Miao Feng just looked at her with his usual calm eyes, as if he wanted to engrave the appearance of his loved ones whom he met again after decades in his heart.
"Yes." He suddenly smiled slightly, "Yami has indeed died a long time ago. I lied to you."
Miaoshui exhaled a breath of relief, pursed her lips, and swung her sword as if she had made up her mind, without any hesitation. Yes, she just wanted an excuse - at this point, if she wanted to accomplish something big, no matter who this person was, she couldn't let him stay!
"Yami!" Xue Ziye's face turned pale and he exclaimed again, "Hide!"
Hide, why not hide? ! Just now, she had already used all her strength to unlock his golden needle acupoints. Why didn't he hide!
Miao Feng just closed his eyes calmly, without dodging or avoiding.
—Now that things have come to this, why bother recognizing each other
They were no longer the close siblings they once were. Time cruelly separated them from each other, shaping them into different people: more than 20 years later, he became the Pope's amulet, without emotions or thoughts; while she had become the Pope's lover, willing to do anything to get revenge and seize power.
There is a rift between them.
Even if she was willing to believe it, she would never let him go at this point. How could she lose everything she had spent so many years of hard work just because of a moment of weakness
So, it’s better not to believe it... This way, it’s better for both of us.
He closed his eyes.
However, the sword did not cut into the neck as expected, but Xue Ziye behind him screamed in surprise.
—What happened? Did Miaoshui suddenly change his mind and decide to attack Xue Ziye? !
"Valley Master Xue!" He was shocked, pressed his palm on the ground, and rushed out before he opened his eyes. He took Xue Ziye away from the spot and landed in a blind spot in the hall, and protected her with his backhand. However, Xue Ziye stared straight behind Miaoshui and cried out in fear: "Be careful! Be careful! -"
Miao Feng was startled, turned around quickly, and then also screamed out in surprise.
The King of Church?!
The King of Church who was pierced through the chest by a sword stood up silently and came behind Miaoshui without anyone noticing!
Covered in blood, even his eyes were red, as if he had returned from hell. He stood up silently, stretched out his hand fiercely, held the heavy golden staff, and swung it at the rebel's back! Miao Feng recognized it as the Heavenly Demon Body Splitting Technique, a forbidden technique in the religion. Although the King of the Church was seriously injured, he still wanted to use his last breath to drag the rebel down to hell!
However, Miaoshui was so focused on dealing with Miaofeng that he didn't even notice it.
"Be careful!" Without thinking too much, he rushed over.
Miaoshui was startled and just turned around, the golden staff hit her crown with the force of thunder!
She cried out in surprise, raised the Bloodthirsty Sword in her hand, and quickly swept upwards, trying to block the fatal blow. However, at this moment, she was shocked to discover the true strength of the King of the Church. Just as they made contact, a huge force surged, and with a "ding" sound, the sword was actually shaken out of her hand and flew out! She felt half of her body was numb from the shock, and she wanted to step back, but the whistling wind forced her to stay where she was.
Unarmed, she watched helplessly as the golden staff whizzed down and was about to smash her skull to pieces.
"Sister Wang, be careful!" She suddenly heard a low cry in her ear, and she was pulled away from the range of the power. Miao Feng rushed over at the last moment, pulled Miao Shui away with one hand, turned sideways, and protected her, and the blow immediately fell on his back!
With a "crack", there was a clear sound of bones breaking. Miao Feng staggered a step and spat out large mouthfuls of blood.
However, at the same time, the devilish look in the King's eyes dimmed, and after using all his strength to strike, he finally ran out of energy and fell dejectedly into the jade throne.
"Yami!" Xue Ziye exclaimed in shock, and staggered towards him with his heart and soul breaking.
Another person who called out this name at the same time was Miaoshui.
Miao Feng's blood splattered on her blue lapel. The Loulan woman's whole body trembled uncontrollably. Looking at the colleague who used his flesh and blood to block the fatal blow of the King of Popes, there was excitement in her eyes that could no longer be concealed.
"Yami! Yami!" She fell to the ground, held his head in her arms, and called his nickname.
He laughed and opened his mouth as if he wanted to answer her. But the blood kept pouring out of his throat, drowning out his voice. Miao Feng stared at his long-lost sister, his eyes gradually becoming blurred.
At that moment, tears fell from Miaoshui's eyes like rain, and she could no longer hold back her tears while hugging the unconscious person: That's Yami! That's Yami! Her only brother! Only her only relative would do such a thing without hesitation at such a critical moment of life and death, and would not hesitate to exchange his own life for hers.
That's her Yami...
He was so much braver than when he was five years old, but she refused to recognize him for her own selfish desires and instead wanted to kill him with her sword!
"Let me see him! Quickly!" Xue Ziye struggled to crawl over and propped himself up.
Her hands were weak and shaking violently. She tried several times before she opened the mutton-fat jade bottle and poured out all the remaining five Zhuguo Yulu Pills. She had spent five years to make a furnace of twelve rare elixirs, and now only half were left. Without thinking, she fed all the pills into Miaofeng's mouth, and then fed the Chitian pill that could cure cold poison.
She wanted to use gold needles to seal his acupuncture points, but her hands were shaking so violently that she couldn't even hold the needle.
"Ha... Ha..." The blood-stained old man laughed, staggered back to the throne, and panted as he looked at the three people lying on the ground, "Hello, hello! I raised you and taught you like that, but in the end, you all... want me dead, right?"
The old man with a sage-like appearance had blood all over his face and his eyes were as bright as a demon. Suddenly he started laughing crazily.
It was a lonely and desperate smile - his life was iron-blooded and eventful, from being a killer in the Shura Field, fighting bloody battles all the way to ruling the Western Regions and fighting against the Central Plains martial arts world, what a glorious life it was.
However, in the end, he still ended up being deserted by everyone.
"Good! Good! Good!" He patted the armrests of the throne heavily and laughed loudly, "Then, as you wish!"
The moment the hand fell, there was a clicking sound, as if some mechanism was opened, and the whole hall shook!
"Not good!" Miaoshui's expression suddenly changed, "He is going to destroy this paradise!"
Before he finished his words, the entire towering hall made a terrible cracking sound, the beams and pillars tilted at a speed visible to the naked eye, the huge roof frame was squeezed and shattered, and fell down with a loud bang!
"Die with me, my children!" The Pope put his hands on the springs and laughed, but his voice stopped abruptly in the middle of his laughter.
The white-haired head hung down, frozen in a strange posture.
"Hurry up!" Miao Shui bent down and helped Miao Feng up, while reaching out to pull Xue Ziye.
—This paradise was built on the highest point of Kunlun Mountain, with an eternal ice layer underneath. However, a mechanism was set up at the beginning of its construction. Once activated, the entire base would be shattered in an instant, and everything would be torn into pieces!
"No need," Xue Ziye smiled and pushed her hand away, "I was poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia."
Miaoshui was startled and stared at her, with no clear expression in his eyes.
Is this woman... the one that Yami is willing to protect at all costs? She changed the emotionless Miaofeng and awakened the past Yami from his heart little by little.
"Hurry up and take this with you," Xue Ziye struggled to take out the medicine bag from his arms and handed it to her, "Give him the red medicine inside... Call a doctor immediately, his internal organs may, may all..."
Miao Shui lowered his head silently, took the medicine bag, turned around and helped Miao Feng up.
On the top of the snowy mountain, an unprecedented destruction was about to come. The frozen earth was rumbling and shaking, the hall was shaking violently, and the huge roof and pillars were about to collapse. The disciples under the snowy mountain were screaming, watching the paradise on the top of the mountain crumbling.
"Hurry up!" Xue Ziye exclaimed and pushed Miaoshui and his sister with all his strength.
“…” Miaoshui remained silent and turned around.
"Crack", the main beam finally broke, and fell heavily, hitting the female doctor on the ground.
At that moment, Miaoshui turned around suddenly, turned his wrist and grabbed Xue Ziye: "Let's go together!"