The elders of the disciple hall of the Feng family once said when they were teaching that people hate the most when they are about to die.
"Whether good or bad, good or evil, innocent or deserved, as long as there is even the slightest resentment, you will resent the person who killed you."
"That kind of deep resentment will be entangled in the murderous hands, entwined in the murderous sword, entwined in the soul of the murderer, knocking every day." Elder Ru said.
At that time, Feng Fei had ghosts and guilt in his heart, so he said to the elder, "There must be some way to eliminate it?"
The elder looked.
Feng Fei was afraid that people would see the clue, so he added: "After all, the swords of our immortal disciples are often stained with blood."
As a result, before the elder answered, Ah Yan retorted: "The demons we killed are not alive."
After she finished speaking, Feng Fei stopped arguing, and only added softly: "You can't talk too much, if you encounter some dilemmas, you have to do it."
This time the elder said: "Then admit it."
Feng Fei was stunned.
The elder said: "If you really encounter a dilemma and have to do it, those who are willing to be that 'wicked person' are mostly brave and prepared."
"However—" the elder said: "Once the resentment is entangled, there is really no way to dispel it. This point, even the flying immortals have to admit it. Look at the immortals on the nine clouds, which one not only bestows blessings, but also bloody."
"The hatred of a dying person, even an immortal would fear..."
Now, Feng Fei has really encountered a situation where he "has to do it". It's a pity that it's not the brave man, but the dying man.
The only thing you can do at the last moment is probably not to hate.
Feng Fei vaguely heard the phrase "Don't hate anyone", and wanted to say "Where do you get the qualifications", but he was speechless. The gate of life is hit, the spirit is destroyed, this life is over, and there will be no chance to speak again.
Those eyes that reflected the figure quickly dimmed, like a embers of candles. The empty body fell to the ground together with the younger sister.
Yu, the last scene I saw in this life was in Dream City.
There should have been a bright moon there, the same one that Ah Yan saw when she was a teenager a hundred years ago.
However, the evil spirits have not retreated, covering the sun, and people cannot see the moonlight. So I couldn't see anything except the gray and dark night.
…
"Can there be an afterlife, Ah Yan
Hope you will.
I hope that one day when you open your eyes again, people will no longer have everything you hate, and you will be able to see the moon in Dream City. "
The body crashed to the ground, shaking up dust and smoke, and the "bridge" spanning the present world and the chaotic line was completely broken.
***
On the Mengdu city, the demon black covering the ground suddenly froze at the moment when Xiao Fuxuan's sword struck, everything seemed to stand still.
The screams and hisses of countless demons rose—
The Xianmen disciples were all wounded and couldn't bear the impact of the scream, so they immediately raised their swords and struck the ground to support their bodies. But many people still groaned, blood spilled from their lips.
The next moment, I saw those demon blacks dissipate with a bang.
And farther away, the ones that had been rolling in endlessly suddenly retreated quickly.
A group of disciples stood in a daze.
No one came back after screaming and shouting "Patriarch".
"Master!"
"Elder, elder?"
"Master—"
Looking at the two people who fell to the ground, they no longer cared about what they saw and heard before, as well as the scary things such as "sorcery seizing the house", and rushed towards them one after another.
There were a few people talking in low voices, looking at the disappearing demons and the fallen people, they murmured: "So the words of cutting off the source are not bluffing, but true?"
"It does appear to be so."
"But that demon who just said that! If it's true, then... what is that demon? Is he helping someone?"
"..."
A group of disciples turned and looked around, only to find that both the demon and the immortal had quietly disappeared.
***
Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan were hiding their bodies, standing on the eaves of a tall pavilion in Mengdu City. From here, not only can you see the place where the battle was fought, but you can also overlook the entire Dream City.
Although the "bridge" has been cut off and the demons are no longer under the influence of Lingtai Dao to swarm and wreak havoc, what has happened has happened, and those who died have already died.
The once bustling streets and alleys of Mengdu City were left with only desolation, and the door leaf of the cave swayed slightly in the wind, making a "squeak, squeak" sound.
The voice came and went, covering the entire Dream City.
Beside the gates of those caves, there are always empty skins that have been devoured by evil spirits. The people who used to laugh and be lively are now "mess" all over the city.
And those who were protected and survived were also curled up in the corner by the wall, trembling in emptiness and fear.
This is not only the case in the city of Mengdu.
From here, you can also see the mountains, temples, and even further places outside the city. As far as the eye can see, there is darkness and pain. It can also be imagined that there must be traces of evil spirits sweeping past at the foot of the Fudo Mountain, the mouth of the Great Sadness Valley, and the seaside of Wuyuan...all kinds of places.
This is the impoverished person affected.
Wu Xingxue's eyes silently swept over everything.
The hustle and bustle that was once the most prosperous was accompanied day and night, heard countless prayers about life, old age, sickness and death, and became an adult for the purest and unrequited asylum.
People who meet for the first time are not like this, nor should they be like this.
Pointing to the mourning and chaos in the city, he whispered to Xiao Fuxuan, "It must be repaid."
"Immortals and demons who kill people will be full of resentment, entangled for a lifetime and cannot be eliminated, how can it be avoided?!"
Xiao Fuxuan said: "Pull you over."
Wu Xingxue turned around, saw Xiao Fuxuan's eyes were like the coldest stars around him, and said: "Go to the messy line, ask it back."
***
above the chaotic line.
When the "bridge" formed by Feng Juyan and Feng Fei broke, there was a slight change in the entire fairyland——
The prayers and offerings from the present world ceased suddenly, the clouds and mist under the thousands of jade bridges in Xiandu no longer flourished, and the evil vortex sitting under the south window suddenly became restless.
At that time, King Ling was still standing by the jade bridge where the spring breeze was sitting, his silver silk mask was still covering his face, and the long sword in his hand was tapped lightly on the side of his long straight legs.
No one could tell what was going on.
When the evil vortex moved, the entire fairy city trembled. Chu Quan was unprepared, staggered for a while, and suddenly supported Yuqiao to stabilize his figure, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
King Ling was speechless.
But the two little boys replied: "There must be something strange under Mr. Su's south window."
For a moment, Chu saw that the sword on the side of King Ling's leg stopped, and his body moved in a certain direction. That reaction was like an innate instinct.
But he didn't lift his foot, just stood still for a moment and then turned around.
The little boy hugged Fuchen, and said crisply, "Aren't you going to take a look under the south window?"
When King Ling spoke, Wu Xingxue whispered in the same voice, "No, Mr. Su has his own way."
Chu watched from the sidelines, inexplicably feeling a little weird and awkward.
It was like the spirit king he saw when he just opened his eyes, just a floating shadow. The longer I watched it, the more I felt that this spirit king had the strong breath of a city lord, but there was a subtle difference.
It was as if there were two things contradicting and colliding in this body, controlling the actions and reactions of the Spirit King. So this spirit king often goes out.
Just when Chu was wondering, a floating light suddenly appeared beside the King Ling.
Chu was taken aback for a moment, and saw Ling Wang raised his hand neatly, pinching his two fingers together. The floating light is firmly sandwiched between the two fingers.
Only then did Chu see clearly that the floating light had turned into a talisman. It's just that the talisman book is completely different from the usual ones, with a gold-sealed "Zhao" faintly floating on it.
"What is this?" Chu asked in surprise.
The little boy said in a low voice, "The adults of this family have received an imperial edict again."
Chu was taken aback.
In fact, I don't know what the edict received by King Ling is. But as if feeling something in the dark, his eyelids twitched suddenly, and he became uneasy.
"Call..." Chu murmured, "Call here at this time? What do you want my lord to do?"
Speech was slurred and no one could catch it.
And this time, the little boy watched his nose, nose and mouth, and didn't answer any more.
King Daoling, after scanning the talisman book and moving two fingers, the talisman book suddenly burst into flames and burned up in his fingers.
Immediately afterwards, he turned towards Chu, and the long silver sword in the other hand spun around lightly and deftly, then stopped with a "snap".
His voice was hidden in the mask, crookedly: "You came from somewhere else, do you want to go back now?"
Chu: "..."
Before Chu finished speaking, he said again: "It's time to go back. I'm going there, just to see you off."
As soon as the words fell, the Ling King flashed in front of Chu's eyes.
Chu was startled, and was about to avoid instinctively. I felt that my robe was tightly clamped by an invisible hand.
The next moment, the ground spins—
He was dragged out of Xiandu.
When there was no cloud and mist, the little boy's voice could still be heard faintly: "Is your lord going to do something? Do you want to talk to my lord?"
Chu couldn't open his eyes at all, they were about to be torn apart by the wind. He only heard Lingwang's voice sounding beside him, and replied the little boy lightly: "No."
A new edict has been received to solve a "chaotic line" that could not be solved many years ago. In the past, when people went to do business, they would greet each other in the same room.
But not this time.
As if something in the dark is urging, cut off that "chaotic line" as soon as possible, the sooner the better. I can faintly feel the urgency of the imperial edict, and even directly pointed out that I should go forward for this imperial edict.
As for other things, the less alarmed people the better.
Especially accommodation.
At this moment, if someone can traverse both sides, they will see...
Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan in this world are coming towards the chaotic line. And the chaotic spirit king is also traveling through the nine heavens, heading to the present world.
Just when King Ling pulled out his scabbard, he was about to strike straight with his long sword.
Just listen to the sound of "clang--".
Someone with a sword wrapped around his arms came across at the critical moment, blocking the sword of the Spirit King.
When the sword arrived, the two pressures collided with each other.
The sword of the comer carries the taste of midwinter and cold iron, like the cold wind in the Jiaming field...
That night. :,,.