When the tribute and seal are connected, the state of the human being can be gradually brought to balance bit by bit.
If the effect of Gong Yin is strong enough and the connection established is deep enough, Wu Xue can still try to influence that Spirit King.
If it works, he can suppress the part of the spirit king that is controlled by the heavenly way of the Lingtai, so that the spirit king can completely wake up.
In case of failure...
If it fails, it will be beheaded in this world.
The world that he once leaned on the top of the tree and overlooked all souls and brilliance disappeared.
Those places and people that have been lively, quiet, love and hate, sorrow and joy, life and death, heard crying and laughing, seen the spring and March, and the snow in the middle of winter, there are no traces of their existence.
He can't afford to lose.
Wu Xue clenched Xiao Fuxuan tightly, and repeated softly: "You believe me..."
The effect of tribute and seal flowed rapidly at that moment.
The spirit king resisted instinctively, bursting out with shocking coercion and celestial power—
The strong wind is coming!
Suddenly, barriers appeared all around, and the restriction of celestial power rose from the ground, like countless walls piercing the sky, separated by people.
"The city lord!"
"Tianxiu!"
Fang Chu jumped up, wanting to break through the restriction and go to Wu Xue's side.
Then he took a step to the left, and a bar of silvery white brilliance stuck to the tip of his nose crashed down.
He turned to the right, and the second shot came straight down as well.
He took a quick step back, and there was another attack behind him.
…
In the blink of an eye, all sides were locked. He was hooped within an inch and couldn't move a single step!
His moves, vigor, power of demons and panic hissing shouts are all sealed in it and cannot be transmitted.
The other side.
Xiao Fuxuan's sword energy can surpass everything.
The moment those restrictions were lifted, thousands of insolent sword lights belonging to Tianxiu had already reached those high walls that were flowing with brilliance.
But when the Wanjun sword was so powerful that it was about to penetrate the high wall.
Where the sword points touched, blood flowed out, and the bright red traces meandered instantly, from top to bottom, endlessly.
When the forbidden blood oozes out, Xiao Fuxuan sees King Ling and Wu Xue tremble at the same time.
Xiao Fuxuan's expression changed, and he withdrew his sword energy abruptly.
The moment the thousands of sword qi withdrew, the wind and mist closed. Under the gust of wind, the white mist flooded all directions of his side hoops in a blink of an eye.
So he couldn't see Wu Xue...
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Tens of thousands of barriers smashed down on the world forcefully, separating rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, cities, and alleys, so that they cannot be connected even if the sky collapses and the earth collapses.
There is only one place where the Dao figure coexists.
It was Wu Xue and that Spirit King.
Wu Xue squeezed her empty hand and looked up.
That Spirit King's body was shrouded in brilliance, he had the current powerful immortal essence, and the mellow spiritual power flowing all over his body, all of which came from Wu Xue himself when he was at his peak.
But after the circulation of the tribute seals, the Spirit King's body was enveloped by a faint breath of demons, and the black mist wrapped around the Spirit King's robe.
That scene was inexplicably shocking, like blood flowing into the spotless snow.
Wu Xue was stunned for a moment, then fell silent.
Because that scene was somewhat similar to the scene of his demon back then.
It's just that the black mist wrapped around his body back then was not so thready, but surging, as if it could engulf everything.
At this moment, he felt like he was looking at himself three hundred years later.
He saw himself entangled in the demon's breath, saw the blood oozing out from unknown acupuncture points, soaking his robe bit by bit. Seeing myself from a "brilliant and dazzling" fairy, gradually becoming pale and mottled, ghostly...
"Do you regret it?"
Wu Xue seemed to hear a voice asking.
Who is speaking
Wu Xue frowned.
The voice was drowned in the howling hurricane of the enchantment, and it was extremely blurred. It was difficult to tell for a while, whether it was the soliloquy that flashed in his mind, or whether it was the Lingtai Tiandao asking him through the mouth of the spirit king.
Just when he was in a daze, the Spirit King who stood on the ground with the long sword suddenly raised his head.
Immortal power exploded in an instant, and the huge impact shook the mountains and rivers within the forbidden area. The connected tribute seal was broken for a moment under the shock.
It was at that time that the Spirit King turned his spirit sword, and a whirlwind came!
That figure was too fast, as swift as lightning.
One moment it was still a hundred feet away, and the next moment the tip of the sword was already in front of Wu Xue's throat.
Wu Xue suddenly raised her eyes at that moment.
He tilted his head towards King Ling, and just at the last moment, he staggered the tip of the sword.
At the same time, his finger was already on the character "Zhao" on the side of King Ling's neck.
then…
The coercion poured from the tip of the sword hit one side of the mountain heavily.
When the hundred-foot-high cliff suddenly collapsed into sand and stone, the icy mixed blood of ice and frost fell on the "Zhao" seal, spreading across the body in an instant.
The Spirit King and Wu Xue's soul pulsated heavily at the same time.
Gong Yin was connected again at that moment.
Amidst the loud noise of the collapse of the high cliff, Wu Xue heard that voice again.
Ask him: "Do you regret it?"
"You are asking?" Wu Xue moved her lips.
Ling Wang still wore the silver silk mask that Wu Xue never left his hands, and his body trembled slightly under the increasingly heavy effect of the tribute seal, like a kind of struggle.
"What?" Ling Wang's voice was hidden behind the mask, "No."
In fact, he didn't need to answer, Wu Xue also realized it.
The voice was not nearby, but resounded in all directions, bumping back and forth in the barrier and the heaven-penetrating restriction. Such a huge and unmistakable sound, but the King Ling didn't notice it.
It seemed that only Wu Xue could hear it from the beginning to the end.
At this moment, the tribute seal that had just been connected broke again.
The aura around Lingwang's body instantly faded, and the struggling and trembling suddenly stopped.
Wu Xue narrowed her eyes.
I just felt a chill behind my back.
He knew what was going on without turning his head, after all, King Ling's move was a move he was familiar with.
At this moment, there are probably tens of thousands of flying swords filled with spiritual power, pulled to the clouds, and shooting straight at him!
Wu Xue didn't turn her head back, but blocked with her hands behind her back.
I saw the snow foam gathering in the sky, condensing into a barrier in front of thousands of sword tips.
Frost spread rapidly along the Flying Sword, and then exploded with a bang.
It was like the world's largest snow fell within the prohibition.
At the same time that King Ling was shaken away, Wu Xue's back was also smashed heavily on the dangerous peak and rocks.
Blood flowed out from the gaped vital point, instantly staining the robe.
The voice sounded again: "Do you regret it?"
Wu Xue coughed, wiped the blood on the side of her face with the back of her hand, and finally replied calmly this time: "What do you regret?"
Another move strikes!
Wu Xue managed to dodge it, using a backhand.
There is the world's largest snow within the prohibition, covering the sky and covering the earth. He and Ling Wang couldn't see each other, but every move could be executed with precision.
They have exactly the same attack habits, exactly the same parry and counterattack.
But Ling Wang is still at the peak, and he uses a sword.
Wu Xue's sword had been sealed up in Luohuashan City, which he once liked, when it was a demon three hundred years ago, and it was useful.
In an instant, Wu Xue's robe was soaked with blood.
He took on the attacks he was familiar with, and blocked the swords he was familiar with. When he hit the rock again, he heard the voice asking him one sentence at a time.
"You split the sacred tree, destroy your soul, and let the immortals and demons do it."
"You fell from the cloud nine into the deep pool of the devil's lair. From the king of spirits, you become a devil that everyone talks about, and you evade like a snake and a scorpion."
"Obliterated, forgotten, cursed, and feared."
"It's going to be replaced now."
The voices were everywhere, overlapping and overwhelming. And violent wind and heavy snow. It was clearly blurry, but it seemed to carry a heavy pressure, shaking the mountains and rivers.
"The immortal essence is all broken, the immortal body is not good, and even the simple tribute seals are broken intermittently, which can't be effective."
"Do you regret it?"
The wind swept across.
Wu Xue raised her eyes, and said calmly at that moment: "No."
The next moment, he raised his hand in the hurricane, and added a heavy tribute to the neck seal.
Suddenly, the wind and snow suddenly stopped, as if they had stopped in mid-air.
Fresh blood flowed out from the second tribute seal.
There used to be a well-known truth in Xiandu - the tribute seals on the statues of human gods can only be placed once, not more. Because the statues of gods are made of clay and golden bodies, they can't bear it.
If you drop one more weight, the idol will burst into the sand.
Later, someone said that if it was changed to a puppet body, the power of inheritance would be stronger. Gong Yin can barely fall to the weight. But this is the limit, even the immortal body itself must not exceed the third level.
However, at this moment, within the restriction of Xuemanqingtian.
Wu Xue's long, thin and pale fingers landed on the tribute seal again and again, sucking blood on it.
Every time he falls, the figure of Ling Wang will become stiffer.
With every drop, the Ling King became more like him.
Every time he falls... the connection between him and his other self becomes tighter.
He was born with five tribute seals.
In the end, even his fingers were shaking, and his whole body was covered in bloodstains. But he lowered his eyes, pulled the corners of his mouth, moved his lips soundlessly, and said to the invisible wind of heaven and earth: "Look, how do you stop such a tribute seal?"
The moment the voice fell.
The wind and snow were howling, and he felt the same way as his other self.
They stood alone in the wind and snow, with the same body shape, the same posture, and the same blood stains but not dust.
At that moment, Wu Xue seemed to be in a shell.
He is both the devil and the spirit king.
"Where did you come from..."
He asked softly in his heart, and then stimulated the surging energy and spirit.
In the next moment, under the same understanding, he saw clearly the origin of the "Spirit King".
In fact, Wu Xue once had doubts.
What kind of spiritual materialized body can withstand his spiritual power and immortal energy at its peak, not only will he explode and die, his whole body will be shattered, and he can even travel between the so-called "chaotic lines" like a spirit king.
Not only that, even the scenes that this Spirit King recalled were exactly the same as him.
How can there be a spiritual creature in the world that can easily do this? How can there be a body that can transform such a spirit king
It wasn't until this moment that Wu Xue finally knew...
Because he felt something he was once familiar with in the body of the Spirit King - the sword.
It was not imitated, nor kneaded out of thin air, it was the sword that once belonged exclusively to the Spirit King.
There has always been only one spiritual thing in the world, and it will have such a thing——
Wu Xue's sword. :,,.