Before his eyes was endless darkness.
The darkness was endless, like a dead sea of graves, as if it was going to swallow him whole.
There seemed to be a shouting sound in my ears, the sound was so vague, but it kept getting amplified in my ears.
Hengsu.
Hengsu...
Who is calling him
He struggled hard, the veins on his arms bulged, and he felt like a mosquito stuck in a spider web, unable to move at all.
His body slowly moved upwards, his bloodshot eyes suddenly opened, and by the time he could see clearly what was in front of him, he had returned to the cliff.
A slightly hoarse voice sounded: "Don't you think it's a bit late to jump off the cliff now?"
Immortal Hengwu raised his eyes in a daze, and saw Yu Zhengzheng's indifferent face. Her arms were holding his ankles, like a butcher, hanging up slaughtered cattle and sheep.
She threw him out: "Don't dream of Rong Shang's soul anymore. Save your life and go find the bald monk Lu Renjia in Honglian Temple. Only he can save Shanshui."
The monks with the healing wood spiritual root are all good at the art of prolonging life. As long as someone is willing to sacrifice their life, they can save a person whose soul has been scattered.
During this period, Lu Renjia taught her a lot of things, including how to prolong people's lives.
She didn't know whether she could get out alive today, so she could only ask Immortal Hengwu to find Lu Renjia.
Yu Zhengzheng lowered her eyes. Before she left, she had told Lu Renjia that if she had not returned by dark, he should leave Penglai Mountain on his own.
I guess by now, Lu Renjia has already escaped back to the human world.
Although it is selfish to think this way, as long as he is found, Immortal Lord Hengwu is willing to sacrifice his life, and the mountains and rivers will be saved.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't care whether Immortal Lord Hengwu still wanted to commit suicide. After saying that, she hurriedly ran towards Rongshang.
Although she had just lost consciousness due to the pain, she could see clearly when he separated his soul.
She had to return his soul to him.
Yu Zhengzheng stopped in front of him. She squatted down and put her palm over her heart, trying to separate the soul that the mountains and rivers brought to her.
A large, cold hand gently grasped her raised little hand, rubbing it with its fingertips twice, as if trying to feel her warmth.
She was slightly startled, her eyes dropped to look at the pale hand.
His skin was cold and white, like warm and translucent white jade. Light purple blood vessels could be seen faintly under his skin, like the dark purple patterns on butterfly wings. It looked so fragile.
It seemed as if with just a little force, the nails could easily cut his skin and puncture his blood vessels.
"Zheng Zheng." Rong Shang held her hand, pressed her hand against his cheek, and whispered softly, "I don't feel any pain anymore."
He is no longer in pain.
It finally doesn’t hurt anymore.
Over the past tens of thousands of years, he has been living in agony all the time. The spell buried behind him by the Donghuang priest has been tormenting him day and night.
He wanted to die, but how could he die easily before taking back what belonged to him
He endured the pain and darkness that swallowed him, and every stormy night, he would collapse in the Luan Palace and become one with the icy palace.
A thin layer of frost formed on his skin, but he felt a burning tearing sensation on his back, and the boiling, hot blood seemed to tear him into pieces.
The dull pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow comes in waves, seemingly endless.
He would fall into the abyss, with only darkness and coldness wrapping him up. The goddess and the Third Prince of Donghuang were like nightmares, and the nightmares of the past kept appearing before his eyes.
Everyone envied him for his immortality, but no one knew that every day he lived a life worse than death.
Taking the dragon's spinal cord was like being addicted to drugs. Only by continuously taking the dragon's spinal cord could he suppress the damn spell behind him.
The Eastern Emperor priests planted a curse on the gods, which had no solution and would last until death.
Even if he took back the dragon tendons and scales, the curse would not disappear.
Unless he is stripped of his divine consciousness and drained of his divine power, he will no longer be a descendant of the gods.
But if that's the case, what's the difference between him and being dead
Therefore, only death can bring him real relief.
But when he encountered a ray of light in the darkness, he couldn't help but grasp that trace of desire for life.
At the beginning, he hated Yu Zhengzheng very much.
He hated people who were crazy about love. They were like goddesses who would lower their bottom line again and again just to get a little bit of pity and love.
In his eyes, the seven years that Yu Zhengzheng had spent were not as valuable as the black dog that had accompanied him for seven years.
Even after she came to Guixu Mountain, he wanted to kill her several times.
But he didn't know when he started to have some interest in her.
Perhaps it was because the thunder and rain subsided that day in the Luan Palace, and when he woke up, he saw the woman curled up beside him, muttering and cursing at him in her sleep.
Perhaps it was that day in Yan State, as soon as he entered the capital, he discovered that a restless woman had worn a positioning bracelet on a bird's leg, trying to escape from the human world.
Or maybe, outside the marriage temple, he saw her carving his and Yu Jiangjiang's names on the love lock.
He suddenly realized that she was not as annoying as he had imagined.
He tempted her again and again, tempting her to kill him, tempting her to take away his soul, tempting her to practice dual cultivation with him... but she rejected him one by one.
She seemed different.
He didn't know when he began to feel soft-hearted towards her, even though the Chongming bird eggs were rare and could help him control the pain in his body.
It was obvious that the poison was taking effect on her. Hearing her helpless moans, he fed her the bird egg with his lips to suppress the poison.
He didn't know when it was, but when he saw her and Xiao Yuqing approaching, or heard her talking and laughing with Xiao Yuqing, he felt inexplicably unhappy.
This unhappy emotion was suppressed until she wanted Xiao Yuqing to help her get rid of the aphrodisiac, and she could no longer hold it back and burst out.
He had never been angry about anything, and nothing was worth his concern, but towards her, he developed emotions that he shouldn't have.
He couldn't figure out why this was happening.
When passing through the second level of illusion, Immortal Lord Hengwu traded a city in the Demon Realm with her, hoping that she could ask where his soul was, but she resisted the tempting condition, changed the subject and asked an irrelevant question.
Later they reached the third level of the illusion. She stared at the river where the piranhas were hiding and dared not go over there no matter what.
She said she was afraid of pain, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind. Without any hesitation, he carried her across the river.
He lost all his powers and accidentally touched her, but she said nothing and helped him deceive Immortal Lord Hengwu and kept the matter secret.
From beginning to end, he never had any hope for her.
Because he knows that without hope, there will be no disappointment.
But she gave him hope time and time again, making him feel that this world was not as bad as he had imagined.
Their relationship is heating up and everything is gradually stabilizing.
It was not until he was outside the thatched cottage on Mount Qingcheng that he heard the Seventh Prince ask her, "Are you falling in love with him?"
She answered without hesitation: "How is that possible? I will never fall in love with him."
He always takes revenge.
He retaliated against her in his own way and thought he would feel happy after the revenge, but when he heard her say that she wanted to break up with him, he found himself panicking.
He was no longer obsessed with taking back Long Jin, he just wanted to keep her and keep her by his side.
So, he chose the wrong way again and pushed her further away.
He knew clearly that everyone was concerned about his soul, that she was poisoned, and that Xiao Yuqing and Heng Wu Xianjun would not give up.
But he still played that self-torture trick.
In the end, she was just asking for trouble, and it also caused the poison to accelerate its onset.
He was too self-righteous, conceited and arrogant, which gave others the opportunity to hurt her.
Xiao Yuqing was right about one thing. He had fallen in love with her, so he was doomed to die today.
He had been wrong all along.
There should be no deception or calculation in relationships.
Today, he will end it all with his own hands and give her a peaceful and stable life.
The eyelashes on his face trembled slightly, and looking at her eyes with lingering affection, he held her small hand tightly, feeling her body temperature carefully.
So warm.
How I wish time could stop at this moment forever.
Yu Zhengzheng frowned slightly, as if he wanted to pull his hand away: "Rong Shang?"
Why is he not anxious at all
If his soul does not return to its place for a long time, he will turn into ashes. Not only will there be a corpse, but not even a trace of him will be left.
She heard footsteps. It was the Emperor of Heaven ordering the heavenly soldiers to gradually surround them. Xiang Feng, who had just collapsed on the edge of the cliff, also walked towards her, stepping forward in steps.
Her breathing became heavier, and seeing that he was holding her hand tightly, she had to use her other hand to separate her soul.
This time, he held her hand gently again.
Yu Zhengzheng was annoyed: "Rong Shang, what are you doing, you don't want to live anymore?!"
After hearing this, Rong Shang did not react, but the Emperor of Heaven smiled and said, "Heroes are often tempted by beauty, and it seems that the Ghost King is no exception."
His smile paused, and he slowly narrowed his eyes: "What a pity, even if she gets the soul, what can she do?"
Rong Shang is really stupid. Even though Yu Zhengzheng offered to return his soul to him, he refused to accept it. Isn't this just courting death
This is not the way to be a hero. It seems that he is tired of living.
However, no matter what Rong Shang thinks, this cliff is covered with heavenly soldiers and generals. What can Yu Zhengzheng do even if he gets the soul
Could it possibly fly away with wings
Now that the woman is dead, when he obtains Rong Shang's soul, he will take Heng Su back to the heaven and keep him under strict supervision. When Heng Wu comes to his senses, he will refine the soul into pills and feed them to Heng Su.
As a family, we should be together as one.
Thinking of this, the Emperor of Heaven turned his gaze to the Queen of Heaven standing beside Xiao Yuqing.
She can't die easily. It would be nice to take her back to heaven and make her into a human pig for people to admire.
The Emperor of Heaven laughed and said, "Don't struggle. Hand over your soul and I will spare her life."
The corners of Rong Shang's lips curled up slightly. He had long expected that the Emperor of Heaven was not satisfied and still wanted his soul.
He ignored the Emperor's words and just stuffed the cleaned dragon tendons and scales into her hands.
"Save the dragon tendons for stewing soup. You are not good at stewing soup, so I have left a subordinate with excellent cooking skills for you."
Yu Zhengzheng frowned: "Rongshang, what do you mean?"
Rong Shang muttered to himself: "Don't just drink the soup, eat the dragon tendons as well. If they are hard to chew, have someone chop them into small pieces. Eating them can increase your cultivation by ten thousand years."
Yu Zhengzheng called again: "Rong Shang?"
Rong Shang used his fingertips to stroke the moon-white dragon scales twice: "This dragon scale is useless. It's too hard to even make a comb. But the shape is good. Otherwise, you can keep it for scraping..."
Yu Zhengzheng pinched his shoulders and roared: "Rong Shang?!"
He finally stopped his hoarse voice, slowly raised his head and looked at her: "It's rude, how can a woman call her husband by his first name."
It was rare that he was in a good mood and joked with her, but she didn't want to joke with him: "What do you want to do?"
He no longer wanted the dragon tendons, the dragon scales, or even his soul.
She had a bad feeling in her heart, but she was unwilling to admit it.
The Emperor of Heaven was also very curious about the questions asked by Yu Zhengzheng.
But soon, he understood what Rong Shang wanted to do.
Xiang Feng stumbled towards Yu Zhengzheng from the edge of the cliff, muttering "yuanshen" and "save the mountains and rivers" in a grim face, while raising his one arm and holding the sword high above his head.
Yu Zhengzheng was impatient to get entangled with Xiang Feng any longer. She looked at Xiang Feng as if she was looking at a filthy maggot.
She wanted to break free from Rong Shang's hand, pick up the sword on the ground, and end things with Xiang Feng, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break free from his hand.
At the moment when the silver sword was chopped down, Rong Shang raised his hand and grabbed the sword that was shining with cold light. He narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly supported the ground with his arms, and stood up from the ground.
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned.
Rong Shang grasped the sword with one hand and pinched Xiang Feng's neck with the other, with a cold smile on his face: "Xiang Feng, why are you still deceiving yourself?"
"Xue Xi was killed by you, and Shan Shui was killed by you personally. You are a heartless bastard. Why don't you dare to admit it?"
Xiang Feng's pupils suddenly shrank and the breath in his throat was cut off, but he didn't care at all and just shook his head desperately.
No, no, Xuexi was killed by Rongshang, and Shanshui was killed by his enemy, not him...
"Do you love Xue Xi?"
"Do you still love mountains and rivers?"
Rong Shang chuckled: "Oh, I forgot. You only love yourself."
His palms shrank slightly, but Xiang Feng's face had already turned purple. Yu Zhengzheng rushed forward, trying to stop him: "Are you crazy?!"
Rong Shang swore to Xue Xi in the name of God that he would not take Xiang Feng's life with his own hands.
If he disobeys the name of God, he will attract three thunders from heaven, and once the thunders fall, he will surely die.
Yu Zhengzheng used 70% of her strength, but Rong did not let go. Instead, she held her palm even tighter.
Seeing that she couldn't defeat him, she changed her mind and decided to kill Xiang Feng before him.
Rong Shang seemed to see her intention. He broke the blade with his bare hands, held the blade in his palm, and cut Xiang Feng's throat with a clean move.
He slowly wiped the blood off his fingers with a handkerchief, a faint smile on his lips: "I won't repent if I live, it will only make things difficult for me, it's better to die."
Xiang Feng covered his neck and opened his eyes wide. He let out a dying gasp, blood spurted out of his trachea, and his body twitched uncontrollably.
I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a blink of an eye, or maybe a moment later, I only heard a painful and shrill scream, and then there was no sound at all.
Yu Zhengzheng stared blankly at Xiang Feng who had lost his breath, but Rong Shang's low chuckle rang in her ears: "What's so good about him? Isn't it better to look at me?"
Before she could recover from her shock, she heard the question from the Emperor of Heaven: "What did you do?!"
He was sure that Rong Shang had sworn an oath to Xue Xi, but why didn't he attract three heavenly thunders when he just killed Xiang Feng
Rong Shang raised his lips and smiled softly. He pointed at the porcelain box in the Emperor's hand and asked, "Open it and take a look?"
The Emperor of Heaven was stunned for a moment, and quickly opened the porcelain box. He did not see the so-called goddess's soul, only a dazzling red light bursting out.
"Is this your consciousness?"
He only had time to say this sentence before the next moment, the intense red light suddenly exploded, like millions of deadly poison needles, shooting out in all directions, leaving no one spared where the red light shone.
But in an instant, the Emperor of Heaven had died on the spot, his eyes wide open, as if he had not yet reacted to what had happened.
Also falling down were the heavenly soldiers and generals not far from the Emperor of Heaven. Affected by the red light, more than thousands of people died on the spot without even having time to utter a single scream.
As soon as the Emperor of Heaven died, thousands of heavenly soldiers also died. The remaining 20,000-plus heavenly soldiers instantly became demoralized and were only concerned with fleeing for their lives, fearing that they would be affected.
The cliff was noisy for a while, and then suddenly became quiet.
Some died, some escaped.
Only the Immortal Lord Hengwu was left sitting on the edge of the cliff, and the half-dead Xiao Yuqing was tied together with the unconscious Queen Mother.
Yu Zhengzheng forced Rongshang to look at her. Her lips turned pale and she couldn't stop trembling: "You pulled your consciousness away?"
Without his divine consciousness, he is no longer a god.
Therefore, he no longer had to abide by the oath he swore in the name of God, nor did he have to worry about the oath, making it difficult for him to attack Xiang Feng.
If that were the case, it would be fine, but in order to kill the Emperor of Heaven and break this deadly situation, he even detonated his own spiritual consciousness.
No wonder he didn't want her to return her soul.
Without spiritual awareness, it is like a wooden barrel with a leak at the bottom. No matter how much water is poured into it, it will be of no use.
Yu Zhengzheng felt bitter on the tip of her tongue and a surge of stomach acid in her throat. She wanted to cry but couldn't. She couldn't accept such an ending.
She grabbed his arm tightly, raised her jaw, and screamed, "Why?"
Why do you do this
Why do we need to detonate the spiritual consciousness
Why leave her alone
He looked at her, slowly raised his arm, and gently stroked the top of her head with his palm.
The bald spot that was caused by him has grown thick and soft black hair. Today, she looks so charming.
She opened her thin lips slightly, her eyes filled with reluctance: "I'm sorry."
At the beginning, he dragged her into this conspiracy for his own selfish reasons, and even tied the silver chain on her ankle, wishing that everyone in the six realms would know of her existence.
But now, he regretted it.
He regretted it when he saw her suffer from the poison and almost faint from the pain.
Seeing her being threatened by Xiang Feng and having bloody scratches on her neck, he regretted it.
He wanted to end it all.
He wanted to give her back her peaceful life.
He lied to the Emperor of Heaven. There was no goddess's soul at all. As early as when the goddess died, her soul had turned into nothingness.
No matter whether he is dead or alive, the Emperor of Heaven will not let her get out alive.
The Emperor of Heaven is the supreme ruler of the heavens. How could he leave her alive and let her go out to ruin his reputation
Only by killing the Emperor of Heaven himself can he ensure her safety.
The Heavenly Emperor's cultivation is unfathomable, and he is surrounded by tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers. The safest way is to use his own way to deal with the Heavenly Emperor.
He stroked her black hair gently, his smile gradually fading. He slowly squatted down, and with his fingertips, he untied the silver chain on her ankle: "You are free."
Yu Zhengzheng looked at him, and the blue veins on his forehead twitched twice.
No, she would never allow him to disappear like this.
She could save him.
Life for life, yes, she could save him.
Yu Zhengzheng grabbed his arm and recited the spell that Lu Renjia had taught her. A light green light flowed from between her brows and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
Yes, she can.
Rong Shang sighed softly, his palm turned into a knife and chopped off the back of her neck.
Her pupils suddenly tightened, the smile froze at the corners of her mouth, and her body fell limply.
He leaned over slightly, hugged her slender waist, and gently kissed the corner of her lips: "Zhengzheng, I am free too."
He no longer has to endure inhuman torture.
I no longer have to drag this broken body around, barely surviving in this world.
Finally, I can be free.