No wonder the memory of "Spirit King" is exactly the same as his.
There is the spring breeze sitting on the window sill where flowers were once accumulated, and the south window where twelve boys surround the evil dragon. There are every section of the road he has traveled, every lively street he has passed through, every person he has met, and every life and death he has seen.
No wonder his every move was entrusted by this "Spirit King", there was no muddle at all, even the sword was exactly the same.
How could it be different...
That was his sword.
After splitting the Shenmu, he sealed the spirit sword in the Luohuatai. After three hundred years, it has never been used again.
Unexpectedly, the Lingtai Tiandao actually used this sword as the spirit to create a body, and then borrowed the tribute seal to absorb spiritual power, and finally became the spirit king of the chaotic line.
***
At that moment, the chaotic spirit king suddenly opened his eyes.
The spiritual power belonging to Wu Xue in his body was trembling heavily, and the outline of his figure became hazy and indistinct due to the tremors. From a distance, it looked like a long straight sword shadow wedged straight into the ground.
The sword shadow trembled slightly, as if it had reacted as a spirit sword.
There is a boundless sword projected from him!
Each path is wrapped in frost and cold, and sharp but also reveals the kind of compassion that Wu Xue usually has.
Those swords were directed outward, and the power of the spirit platform that enveloped his body was pierced to pieces. It's like the thick clouds that hang around the shining sun have been swept away a little.
Wu Xue felt that kind of looseness most clearly.
He could feel that the spirit king was getting out of the way little by little, and he could control the body.
It seemed that after three hundred years, he held his sword for the first time in a long time.
But at the moment when the "spirit king" loosened completely and he held the sword, overwhelming screams and howls suddenly enveloped Wu Xue.
Unexpected severe pain and severe cold instantly swept through the whole body.
It was an irresistible pain that came so suddenly, Wu Xue bowed her back, and supported the sharp stone on the edge of the cliff.
The edges and corners of the mountain stone were as sharp as knives, Wu Xue gripped her hands extremely tightly, her fingers were instantly stained red when cut by the edges and corners. But he felt nothing.
Because the severe body pain and severe cold had already overshadowed everything.
Suddenly, Wu Xue didn't realize where did this severe pain and severe cold come from. Until he felt the severe pain like ten thousand ants eating his heart.
Only then did he understand that it was a pain similar to the Tribulation Period.
The pain was not unreasonable, but from killing.
All the immortal disciples in the world have learned a saying——
It is said that hatred is deepest when dying. No matter it is good or bad, no matter it is an innocent victim or what he deserves, as long as there is even the slightest resentment, he will resent the one who killed him.
That kind of profound unwillingness will be entangled in the killing hands, entwined in the killing sword, clinging to the soul of the killer, asking questions day and night.
As long as there is a chance, he will show up, like ten thousand ants eating one's heart.
That is the resentment that even the gods fear.
The catastrophe of evil spirits comes from...
The pain of King Ling also comes from.
When Wu Xue's hand held his sword again, the resentment that even the gods feared came to him, like a thousand black mist pouring down.
He saw countless pale faces in the dark clouds that could not see the sun.
That's what he killed under the imperial edict.
He has a bad habit of looking careless, and remembering things like this.
He remembered those messy threads, every single one he had killed with his own hands.
I remember the appearance of those walking in the streets and chatting with you. There were even some who, when they first saw him, didn't know what he was going to do, and even smiled at him.
In the end, he either cried or died in a daze.
It is precisely because he remembers everything, listens to every curse and resentment, and endures the severe pain and coldness caused by the soul biting the soul every time, so he can't tolerate Lingtai Tiandao again and again leading to chaos. Once again, life and death are calculated on its forced balance.
So he won't regret it.
Never regretted it.
How about falling from cloud nine to the abyss? So what if he changed from a spirit king to a devil
If he encounters the same moment as three hundred years ago again, he will still split his soul, scrape away all his divine power, shatter his immortal essence, and make the Shenmu completely disappear from the world.
He would still stand straight, with resentment all over his body, looking at the Lingtai in the sky, and asking: "Did you see, this is the death of Fan."
The life and death of all spirits is as important as a thousand weights, and it is almost impossible to move an inch when they are wrapped around their bodies. You have never carried an inch on your back, never experienced an inch, so how can you calculate? !
***
Those overwhelming resentment and those who had been killed one after another suddenly struck at this time, like a deterrent.
To deter Wu Xue is to deter that Spirit King.
The spirit king's body was shaped by that spirit sword, and he was also bearing the resentment that Wu Xue had suffered. But he had never had a body before, and this was the first time.
He never knew that when the souls of the dead gathered together in one place, they would be so thick and dense that no amount of spiritual power would be able to break them away. It turned out that the resentment between life and death was really so heavy that he was almost bent down.
It turns out that it is so difficult for the soul to be bitten and eaten, and the cold of the dead soul is so cold that it can't help shivering.
But all of this was nothing compared to the pain he felt when he saw those pale faces.
The long sword he was holding trembled and hummed, and then, countless cracks spread from the hilt to the tip of the sword.
A voice seemed to surround him, saying to him in great humming and pain: "That is a murderous hand, that hand is wrapped in hatred, he has no right to hold a sword..."
"He shouldn't be here, he should go back."
"Send him back."
…
Everything loosened by King Ling was slowly healed in this kind of pain, and the cloud and mist slowly shrouded it back again. Wu Xue and his Gong Yin became unstable again.
He resisted instinctively in pain, and wanted to cut off the tribute seal.
And in the process of Gong Yin's effectiveness gradually weakening, the pain like ten thousand ants eating one's heart actually became a little bit more real. Those resentments also became blurred to him.
It seemed that Wu Xue was the only one who lingered around from the beginning to the end.
He was just implicated.
As long as he cuts off the connection, he doesn't have to suffer any more.
…
Everything happened at that moment—
The whole world vibrated violently, just like before at the bottom of the Great Compassion Valley.
Surrounded by thousands of dead souls, Wu Xue didn't even notice the vibration. And when he blinked away the blood from his eyelashes and opened his eyes again, he felt the world spinning...
It took him a moment to react to the meaning of the shaking and cracking—
He, Xiao Fuxuan, and even Fang Chu were about to be swept out of that chaotic line again.
In the chaos, he vaguely felt the high wall of restriction dissipate, and he heard Xiao Fuxuan's voice, and Fang Chu's "City Lord".
The next moment, he was hugged.
He wanted to say that he almost succeeded, but unfortunately...
This time they have no follow-up.
Xiao Fuxuan returned to his body, and Fang Chu was also swept out. There is nothing in the chaotic line that can hold them back.
If so, they and the whole world will become passive parties, and they can only wait for the Spirit King to come with his sword.
The chaotic mountains and rivers disappeared in the darkness, only the wind with heavy snow was still whistling, sweeping past my ears.
However, just when everything disappeared, the howling wind and snow suddenly stopped.
That moment was stretched to infinity.
No matter how many years later, they always remember this moment clearly.
At this moment, the wind and snow returned to dead silence in the darkness, and the whole world seemed to come to a sudden stop, no longer flowing forward.
Wu Xue breathed lightly.
I only heard the wind that had gone away suddenly become violent, and the heavy snow all over the sky rushed towards my face again. The chaotic mountains and rivers that disappeared in the darkness suddenly became clear, and they were within reach in an instant.
Even Huaguang, who had a high wall of prohibition, was still there.
The originally broken tribute seal suddenly circulated on its own, Wu Xue touched the side of her neck, and looked up.
Seeing the spirit king's long sword sticking to the ground, wrapped in the same resentment of the undead as himself, he straightened up in the dark fog and hunting wind.
At that moment they realized that they had been pulled back into the chaotic line at the nick of time.
It was the Spirit King who pulled them back. :,,.