With Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu firmly guarding the "passage", without a soul that can truly settle in this world, the "bridge" has never been able to be erected again.
Unable to absorb more incense offerings, and enduring the onslaught of Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue, the decadence of Xiandu slowly revealed——
Tens of thousands of Yao palaces are like ice cracks.
Thousands of miles away, dark clouds suddenly formed, covering the entire blue sky in an instant.
The world then went dark, followed by an explosion and thunder! In an instant, the wind and rain were pouring.
Fang Chu straightened up in the torrential wind and rain, and wiped off the rain mixed with blood on the side of his face.
Glancing at Fang in Xiandu, without looking back, he rushed to Ning Huaishan at the other end of the passage and said in a hoarse voice: "Hold on for a while, it seems to be fast..."
I wanted to say "it's almost over", but I stopped halfway, because I saw a piece of white at the end of the wind and rain.
At first, Fang Chu thought it was the mist caused by the heavy rain. Until I realized that the white "white" was rolling towards here at a rapid speed, almost a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.
That is definitely not water mist!
Fang Chu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment he realized...
That's people.
Judging by his clothes, he should be a human fairy on this "chaotic" line.
They may have come chasing the gathered souls, or they may have been driven by the spirit of the Lingtai. Either way, it's terrible for Fang Chu.
Because after stopping tens of thousands of souls, the breath of demons on his body has already been surging into the sky. In the eyes of the gathered immortal disciples, it was a problem that should be eradicated in this mountain.
"Fool." Fang Chu looked over there, and suddenly said heavily, "That mouth of yours is really..."
Why do you talk about "if we all die".
"What's wrong with my mouth..." Ning Huaishan's voice came from the other side of the world, and the sound of such a huge rain could not cover up the panting and fatigue in the voice, "You damn well... didn't finish your last sentence. "
Fang Chu wanted to say, "There's a big trouble here, and I may not be able to stop it," but changed his words when he was on the verge of speaking.
Seeing thousands of immortal disciples copying weapons of war and rushing towards them, they didn't say a word. Finally, he only said: "Forget it, it's okay, but I'm tired from work, so I want to be lazy. There may be more souls that will rush out of the world in a while, you..."
Fang Chu paused and said, "Will you be beaten?"
Ning Huaishan spat something over there, and hissed: "I can't lie down... Come!"
***
In the world, there are often immortals besieging evil spirits, eliminating evil spirits and defending Taoism, which is justified.
But today such a scene is really rare in the world. Because there are too many people...
The robes of the fairy disciples are like clouds and covers, and there are still a steady stream of souls of the dead. The sharp light of the sword and magic weapon was mixed with resentment, like a torrent of huge waves pouring down, enveloping in an instant.
It was an offensive that Fang Chu could not resist even with all his efforts, let alone already exhausted.
"It's about to fulfill Ning Huaishan's bad words..."
Fang Chu said to himself in his heart.
However, he still gritted his teeth and braced himself up amidst the smell of blood in his mouth, about to blew himself up for a fight.
However, before the self-explosion, something suddenly popped up and blocked the life and heart.
Fang Chu was taken aback.
The protective spiritual power is frosty and cold, and it is the breath of the city lord.
Suddenly remembered the scene many times ago——
Incomplete like a rag, picked up by Wu Xingxue, the whole body was soaked in the pool of blood under the big tree, in pain and groggy, and he was forced to go back and forth in the ghost prison until the severed limb regained consciousness. Growth, wound healing slowly.
On the day when he struggled to open his eyes, the city lord stood by the pool of blood in plain clothes, bent down, and slapped his forehead with his palm.
Dang trembled and wanted to kill this notorious devil, but found that the other party only had a touch of spiritual power in his body.
Since then, the hands and feet have truly come to life.
Since then, there has never been a real near-death encounter.
Because there is always a touch of spiritual power that will pull it.
…
That's why Fang Chu didn't want to let anyone down, and wanted to do his best to help the city lord and Tianxiu. But right now, there is nothing he can do except to blew himself up.
In a brief moment of stupefaction, the sharp edges of thousands of weapons and weapons are in sight.
Fang Chu's breath was stagnant, and it was too late to react.
That was the moment when this mountain was at a critical moment—
The point of the sword in front is only a few millimeters away from Fang Chu's eyeballs, and the next moment it will pierce through the head, and will be firmly nailed to the cliff.
At that moment, countless white flying swords came from the clouds, and each phantom formed a long "line", like shooting stars.
Those "threads" covered the sky, intertwined with a huge fairy net, which suddenly opened in front of Fang Chu's eyes as if it was born out of the sky, and suddenly closed the one that blocked the thousands of weapons!
Those fairy disciples and spirits who flew towards Fang Chu were tightly blocked behind the net.
The next moment, our bodies were covered with snow-white frost, and we couldn't hold the weapon of war stably under the freezing cold, so we couldn't move an inch forward.
"The city lord?!"
Fang Chu looked at Shuangxue and knew who it was from.
Under this hurdle, he barely saved his life.
***
And above this fairy capital, everything is at a critical moment.
Just as Wu Xingxue took the move from the human world, he heard that voice again, and when he and Xiao Fuxuan swept away the crowds of immortals, they killed the Lingtai with the smell of blood and awe-inspiring aura.
The indistinct voice sounded again.
Perhaps because of the same origin, Wu Xingxue is still the only one who can hear it. But it fell to the ears, but it seemed to come from all directions, resounding through the entire fairy city.
"Do you want to?"
"Why do you frequently get into trouble?"
"Because you are always like this. With a heart that shouldn't be there, you 'intervene' to stop things that don't matter."
"An irrelevant matter..." Wu Xingxue lifted his sword to another peak of the Lingtai, and the tip of the sword swept the cliff stone, and the snow sprayed, "What is an irrelevant matter?"
"Someone's life?"
"Or is it true of all living things?"
Behind them, the last peak of the Lingtai made a huge cracking sound, was shattered, turned into stone dust and fell down.
There are a total of twelve spiritual peaks hanging high in Xiandu Lingtai, each of which has a restriction. On weekdays, those mountains of swords and seas of fire and clumps of illusions are all punishments for the immortals who violated the rules of the immortals. And at this moment, there were barriers blocking Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan.
Wu Xingxue replied via voice transmission: "With you, a person's life and death are really irrelevant, but they can be used to fill good and evil, and to 'calculate' life and death. With me, the life of the person I bring is worthless." can not be less."
Holding the sword, Wu Xingxue straightened up. The demonic energy on his body was as fierce as flames, and the resentment of the living beings lingered endlessly, screaming, biting, and tormenting.
His face is pale, but his whole body is covered in blood, which is incompatible with this flawless fairy city.
…
Obviously once sat on this cloud, it was called gentle and compassionate, and it was also called "a glimpse of surprise".
Obviously the earliest fairy here.
But now because it is opposite to the Lingtai, there is an incompatible existence here. Except for Xiao Fuxuan and the sword in his hand, everyone here has to call him "evil devil".
The immortals who were swept away did not know how many times they attacked, Yun Hai, Meng Gu, Sang Feng, Or Ge...etc.
Those former old friends are completely controlled by the spirit platform and heaven on this "chaotic" line. They came from all directions with sullen and unsmiling faces, manipulating various magic weapons, and fought with them again and again.
That offensive was heavier, more difficult, and even more regrettable than the melee in the immortal city twenty-five years ago.
Because we are fighting for life this time.
All the immortals burned the spirit gods wildly, and all the sacrifices at that moment were life moves. Because Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan were still one step away from the Lingtai.
And the way of heaven in Lingtai is sure-these immortals can't be killed now.
Wu Xingxue holds the spirit sword in her hand, and she already has the heavy and unbearable resentment of the souls of the dead in this life. And the immortals in Lingtai often send blessings to the world, and they are covered with prayers and blessings from the world.
Such a fairy can be worth tens of thousands of people.
Killing one more, the resentment entangled in Wu Xingxue's body will be suppressed so that he can no longer stand up and hold the sword.
And Wu Xingxue couldn't give up his sword.
Because he was already in the body of an evil spirit and needed this spirit sword, the "spirit king" who needed the "chaotic" thread cut off the important sword at the last moment-cutting off the "chaotic" thread, and the spirit altar will no longer exist.
It's like a dead knot.
Under this deadlock, the immortals are under the control of the Lingtai, and they want to stop Xiao Fuxuan and Xiao Fuxuan before the end.
That would be a dazzling and tragic scene in this fairy capital—thousands of immortals sacrificed their fate and smashed down on this spiritual peak.
From then on, all uncontrolled contradictions and troubles that escaped from the way of heaven will no longer exist.
And before that moment, that ethereal voice said to Wu Xingxue: "You always talk about calculations, but it's not like that. Everything in it is balanced."
"balance?"
"Balance..." Wu Xingxue repeated and laughed.
Said softly: "I've actually been thinking... Can you still count as the heartless, shapeless, and formless Dao of Heaven?"
"I've thought about it for a long time, and now I have the answer."
I raised my eyes.
The figures from the siege of the immortals are reflected in the eyes, like a long cloud. The cutting edges and sharp edges of those magic weapons that "forced" people came out from the clouds and mist, wrapped in the strong wind and whistling.
But he just exchanged a glance with Xiao Fuxuan, looked at the peak of Lingfeng not far away, and said: "You are no longer here."
"When you hope that you will live forever, hope that the fairyland will flourish, and hate yourself to collapse and disappear, you have 'life and death'."
"When you interfere in the affairs of immortals, demons and mortals for the sake of 'life and death', leading to 'chaotic' lines and right and wrong, you have 'good and evil'."
"When you are in the 'good and evil', you have no right to override all living beings, and then to balance good and evil."
"You're already unworthy, so why are you talking about 'balance'?"
The moment the words fell, Xiandu Fengyun stopped suddenly.
The huge suction comes from the ground of Xiandu, which is comparable to the combined pressure of all immortals. It seems that there is a mighty force rushing madly, grabbing all the cliffs and slamming them on the ground——
In the next moment, Xiandu will be shattered into pieces!
That was probably the wrath of the heavens.
In the midst of the torrential disaster, a voice sounded coldly: "I can test the truth of this statement."
The one who spoke was Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal of Tianxiu.
The pale gold seal on the neck lighted up slightly at that moment, and immediately afterwards, the spirit sword roared amidst the turbulent wind and falling cliff rubble, and was nailed straight to the Lingtai.
The sword trembled more violently than ever, and the blade gleamed golden light every time.
The sword has been carried by Xiao Fuxuan for hundreds of times, and for the first time, cracks appeared.
The crack went up from the tip of the sword and spread to the hilt in an instant. It seemed as if the cold iron shavings would be shattered in the next moment.
A more violent gust of wind roared, coiling around the sword. In the end, a wind vortex like a mad dragon was formed.
The moment before the spirit sword was completely shattered, the blade finally lit up, as if flowing golden light.
Those who have seen Tianxiu can tell at a glance that whenever the spirit sword changes its appearance, it is doing one thing——
cross-examination.
Everyone in the world said that before beheading and punishing evil spirits, the Immortal Tianxiu would always nail them down with a sword and ask the heaven why he came here.
But now it's the other way around.
Regardless of the "chaotic" line or the present, whether it is the past or the future, this is a grand interrogation.
This is Xiao Fuxuan, the Celestial Immortal of Tianxiu, interrogating the heavens on behalf of all living beings in the world.
Ask for everything that died and disappeared under the forced good and evil for hundreds of miles, and the precarious and dark world...
Why come here? !