Everything that happened in those hundreds of years, no matter whether it is the world or the chaos, whether it is alive or dead, all kinds of past events are like horses, and time flies by like a shuttle.
There are too many things in it, too many deaths, too many tricks of God, and too much darkness.
Everything flashed too fast, and I can still see many familiar figures in the fleeting light——
I can see Sang Feng falling into the mortal world, his immortal essence is shattered, and the past is forgotten, living alone in a dilapidated workshop in Xiyuan.
There was a very unremarkable wine shop on that street, and some irrelevant paintings and calligraphy hung on the wall. Once when he passed by there, he saw a woman painted in one of the paintings, with some fierce features, and an obedient tiger lying at her feet.
The painting was not very good, so he stopped to look at it for a long time. The owner of the wine shop who came to the wine shop for a long time was puzzled and asked him what he was looking at.
Sang Feng shook his head, he didn't know either.
When he saw the painting, he was inexplicably disappointed. As if he should know a woman like that—a fierce temper, who likes to keep spirited beasts in the house.
And he misses it.
You can also see Menggu falling back to the world and living in the north of Mianzhou for a long time. It was very cold there all the year round. After suffering a cold, the root cause of the disease fell, and my health was still not good.
His temper is still as bad as when he was in Lige, and he really raised a wounded mountain tiger in the wild forest beside the house.
Even for an occasional moment, I feel that the mountains and forests are too quiet, and it would be nice if there is someone who likes to worry about me.
Sometimes when I think about it, I will lie down by the window and lose my mind for a while.
However, they went from south to north, but never met each other.
There also flashed or Ge, who lived in a street facing the river in the south of Mengdu, leaning on an arch bridge called "Yingxian Bridge". But there are no gods on that bridge, but there are often beggars and refugees.
I have helped some and sheltered some.
That street was empty when the demons were raging, and buried the skins of those dead. However, on a night when the moon was clear, after humming an elegy, he jumped into the river.
…
And Yun Hai.
He jumped off the Abandoned Immortal Terrace; he was on the verge of death at the mouth of the wilderness demon; he heard the sound of the dream bell of the "spirit king" in a trance, and remembered everything in an instant, struggling to absorb the magic element in unwillingness...
He becomes a demon.
He made a puppet, hid Huaxin for decades, and... finally died under Huaxin's sword in the Valley of Sadness.
…
Everything flashed through Tianxiu's questioning voice.
That was probably the most thrilling scene in "Chaotic" Xiandu—
Thousands of immortals sacrificed their fate and attacked Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan who were one step away from the Lingtai with regretful momentum.
The robes turn over the clouds, and the magic weapon breaks the wind.
They bent down from a high place, and when the sharpest point of the magic weapon was about to pierce Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan, their whole bodies were shocked.
Among them, Yun Hai reacted the most.
His intertwined prayer flags carried the power of strangling, and they were originally covering the sky, but they were nailed hard one by one, causing the jade pillars and stone cliffs to be splashed with broken stones!
The entire prayer flag intertwined into a huge net, as long as he retracted his fingers, he could twist the two people on Lingya into the prayer flag.
However, his fingers were shaking violently, as if he was pulling desperately under the influence of the Heavenly Dao of the Lingtai. So he tried his best and couldn't straighten his fingers.
His face was the same as others, without the slightest expression. But under his trembling and struggling, his eyes turned red.
Perhaps it reminded me of the "examination" that I didn't want to think about at the bottom of my sorrow.
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His immortals also showed signs of struggle, and almost all their moves could barely be stopped at the last inch.
They didn't move forward, but they didn't retreat either.
But the struggle was repeated and did not last long. After a while, it slowly stabilized, and it seemed that the influence of heaven would gain the upper hand again.
However, Xiao Fuxuan added another one at that critical moment.
When the humming sound of interrogation became violent again, terrifying screams and howls suddenly erupted somewhere in Xiandu.
When the howling sounded, the entire fairy city began to shake violently. It seems that this cave on the nine clouds is almost at the end of its strength.
The immortals were startled in howling and screaming, and followed the prestige in a daze.
They froze for a while and realized that the voice came from under the south window. As we all know, under the south window is the most unique place in the entire fairy city, because there is a "shattering vortex" there for unknown reasons.
Before this, the immortals in Xiandu had never thought about what the evil vortex was. All I know is that there is a lot of evil spirits there, comparable to Jingguan, which has the most dead people, or the most evil magic cave in the world.
Until this moment, everyone suddenly realized what it is...
It is the grudge of the dead that never rests.
That is for hundreds of years, all those who died in the dark or under the will of God belong to the "resentment" of the Lingtai Heavenly Dao
Every fairy disciple in the world has practiced this method—
People hate the most when they are about to die.
No matter good or bad, good or evil, innocent or deserved, as long as there is even the slightest resentment at the time of dying, you will hate the person who killed him.
That kind of resentment no one can get rid of.
Every time I talked about this, the elders of the Disciple Hall would add: "Not even gods."
Now, I'm afraid I have to add one more sentence-
Not only immortals, even Lingtai Heavenly Dao will not work!
It is precisely because that resentment cannot be eliminated even by the spirit platform, so I can only find a person with a terrible fate to suppress it...
So there was Xiao Fuxuan under the south window.
And Xiao Fuxuan's reason for staying on top was never to listen to Lingtai. He is just for the world where the ruined palace stones of Xiandu will never fall under the sky.
The moment Wu Xingxue realized all this, anger and fear burned to the top.
He has tasted the feeling of being entangled in resentment, and he knows too well how painful it will be for those dead souls to resent the resentment once they cannot be suppressed.
And he didn't know until now that the person he cherished and hated the most had been sitting on the strongest and most violent resentment in the world for hundreds of years.
"Why do you?!" Wu Xingxue looked at the altar, the knuckles of the fingers holding the sword turned white.
next moment!
I saw a tall and thin figure moving up with a sword in hand, like a shocking wind that suddenly passed by, heading straight for the Lingtai.
Xiao Fuxuan followed closely, his sharp sword aura surged wildly, surrounding the surroundings, forming an unbreakable barrier of golden light! The sword energy suddenly turned outward, and every edge was directed towards those immortals affected by the heavenly way of the Lingtai.
To prevent them from fighting each other again.
But at that moment...
The evil vortex spread out, and afterimages of dead souls emerged from the most violent vortex of resentment. The "chaotic" lines are all phantoms, and the dead souls in them are all the hatred of the world.
So everyone saw Yun Hai, Hua Xin, Sang Feng, Meng Gu, Or Ge... the Feng family, and even the Hua family...
Those afterimages scattered from the evil vortex, some followed Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan straight to the Lingtai, and some went in another direction—
I saw the afterimage of Yun Hai falling on the body of Yun Hai in the "chaotic" line, and the afterimage of Hua Xin falling next to the immortal head of the "chaotic" line...
One after another figures all fell to his side in the "chaotic" line, only to see the phantom flashing, and the two sides overlapped. Almost two in one.
The scene at that moment brings to mind one word—
All the immortals return to their places.
At the moment when the two became one, the immortals in Xiandu finally struggled to break free from the influence and control of the Lingtai Heavenly Dao.
They glanced at each other, turned their heads and went to the Lingtai.