The fairy city was born in response to the Lingtai, and also in response to the Lingtai, and everything here can become the weapon of the Heavenly Dao on the Lingtai.
If the wind blowing by your side, the clouds lingering everywhere, the splendor of the sun and the moon, the countless angels and fairies, and thousands of Yuyao palaces... everything you see and hear His voice became an attack, and he couldn't move an inch.
At this moment, it is so difficult for the immortals to move an inch, but none of the immortals who are going straight to the Lingtai can stop them.
Sang Feng's sailing map has a unique magic, and Meng Gu's flower moon mirror can create illusions. Once the hatchback is closed, the Yao Palace will not be seen.
All the immortals are like walking on the map, passing through mountains and seas.
Cloud-like prayer flags are wrapped eight times, covering the sky and the sun; flower letter lanterns sweep across, shining thousands of brilliance.
Or the singing finger is like a flying star, the pipa is held obliquely, the startling string is like a rushing river, and the sound covers the clouds and thunder.
Xiao Fuxuan's spirit sword was shattered in Wentian, his hands were empty, but his soul was still burning, and a huge sword, a golden shadow, flew up and down, and was held under the sky amidst the shock.
A miracle appeared in the world in a moment—
The shattered jade cliffs in Xiandu toppled downwards, and should have fallen to the world, but they were condensed in the golden light, trembling, but not a single star fell.
…
***
The altar above all sentient beings is actually only one step away, but one step is full of misfortunes and ten thousand calamities.
The longest step in the world, which lasts like a year, can last a lifetime.
However, there is a person whose body and spirit are gone, and he has walked for three hundred years before the immortals.
So in the end his magic weapon was completely destroyed, but he still set foot on the top of Dao Lingya.
Or the song is full of blood, holding the pipa and sweeping the last note in a moment.
Halfway through the sound, all four strings snapped, and the scarlet that sprang up from the strings violently lifted several feet away, dragging the only remaining magic weapon into the sky-high fire.
The string sound stopped abruptly.
The next moment, the Lingtai was surrounded by wind, thunder, rain and fire like a weapon, and the immortals subconsciously blocked their eyes with their hands. But there was a shadow of blood traveling in the opposite direction, like a flying star passing by, not caught in the wind, thunder, rain and fire.
Wu Xingxue.
***
He couldn't remember the number of messy lines he had cut off.
He has held the sword too many times and killed too many "people". Once an endless road, now it is finally coming to an end.
Every time he cut the chaotic thread, he always had a fairy light on his body. Only this time, he has no celestial light on his body, and his body is full of resentment, and resentment for countless dead souls.
Wu Xingxue said softly to the dead souls, "This should be an explanation for you."
At the end of his sentence, he held the sword shadow of "Spirit King" in his hand, and slashed down from the spiritual platform!
Countless chaotic lines, countless dead people, and the love and hatred of life and death that have been experienced in the world are all paid to this sword...
However, this sword failed.
***
The spirit sword that can cut the chaotic thread is chopping down, there should be a feeling of splitting the body and spirit, and then the sky will collapse, and the chaotic thread will become nothingness.
However, when Wu Xingxue struck his sword, he only felt empty.
what happened
Why... so
He was stunned.
Immediately afterwards, he heard another ethereal voice. The voice resounded through the Lingtai, surrounded Wu Xingxue, and said amidst the storm and thunder: "The spirit king who rose from the chaotic thread is like cutting the chaotic thread? The reason for his existence."
"absurd."
"Stupid."
"The arm of a mantis is like a cart."
Wu Xingxue's pupils shrank suddenly, and her heart suddenly collapsed.
He suddenly realized what mortals often say in self-deprecating words—even if they spend all their wealth and lives, it is futile.
In vain...
He was like falling into an ice cave in the bottom of the sea for no reason.
All kinds of changes happened suddenly, and it took a turn for the worse.
Wu Xingxue almost fell to the ground, and the spirit sword made a "clang". Immediately afterwards, the wind and thunder suddenly changed-
The sudden violent shock is extremely unusual, and every shock makes people feel like their body and soul are being torn apart. It seems that half of it is still in disorder, but half will return to the present world.
The muffled hum and blunt sound were covered up by the sound of the collapse and explosion. It was so insignificant that no one should be able to hear it, but Wu Xingxue suddenly turned his eyes in the darkness.
In the fragmented scene, he was covered in blood and his eyes were full of blood, but he couldn't see anything clearly. But he could feel that no matter how hard it was for the immortals to support them, they all collapsed and knelt down.
He is all too familiar with this feeling.
This Lingtai Heavenly Dao is in the situation where his sword fails, and all the people in the world will be swept away!
Not only this time...
He can also feel that everything in his mind is rapidly fading away, and everything he has seen, heard, and experienced has been taken out of his mind bit by bit.
Wu Xingxue was in a daze for a moment in the gradually blank state, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the blade.
The stinging pain from the blade cutting his palm made him clear for a moment!
In an instant, he realized that this time, the Heavenly Dao of the Lingtai not only wanted to sweep him away from this place, but also to make him forget it.
Maybe not just this, but everything related to it.
Wu Xingxue's eyes became confused.
He suddenly staggered to his feet and called out in a low voice: "Xiao Fuxuan..."
No one in this world is more forgetful than him, and he has experienced it for hundreds of years.
Mountains of knives, sea of fire, and annihilation of body and soul can't make him frown, but this is the only thing that makes him really scared.
He didn't want to hear Xiao Fuxuan ask again: "Are you Wu Xingxue?"
Not willing to let Xiao Fuxuan listen to it again: "You have mistaken the person."
Wu Xingxue was sweeping and forgetting endlessly, walking through the wind, rain, cloud and thunder like swords alone, looking for it with bloodshot eyes, and then grabbed Xiao Fuxuan with all her strength.
However, at that moment, the fragmented scene and the shock of the collapse of mountains and rivers suddenly froze, and even the feeling of the memory being withdrawn from the mind slowed down.
It felt weird, like...someone grabbed everything by force on the way to the world.
The momentary stop came so suddenly that no one could react to what was going on.
Including Wuxingxue.
But in the next moment, he suddenly turned white in the icy cold.
Because when he grabbed Xiao Fuxuan, he saw that his head was bowed, his lips were pale, but the three mourning nails on his ear bones rolled to the ground.
But Wu Xingxue fumbled hurriedly, but couldn't find the soul of the opposite body.
***
Xiao Fuxuan's broken soul is indeed not in his body.
He once held a white jade statue in the extreme north, and experienced the longest forgetting in the world. He has tasted the feeling of being taken away from everything important, and he knows better than anyone else what Lingtai Tiandao wants to do at this moment.
This time he wanted to stop him, no matter what.
So at the moment when sweeping and forgetting started, Xiao Fuxuan took off the mourning nails.
The naturally shattered soul flew away in an instant.
Bit by bit, these broken spirits never fall, like distant stars that are lonely and deserted in the long winter night.
And Xiao Fuxuan, who was half kneeling on the ground, used his whole body as a "thread" to forcibly nail it to the messy thread, holding everyone back.
As a result, all cleaning and forgetting are blocked, and you can't advance or retreat.
***
In an instant, the wind and thunder all over the altar suddenly fell silent, and roared even more crazily.
Daowu Xingxue heard the sound of Lingtai many times, and then it sounded silently amidst the whistling, falling towards a half-kneeling person on the ground, falling towards the sky and distant stars.
"Such a man..."
In fact, as early as hundreds of years ago, at the beginning of Xiandu, someone once asked Xiao Fuxuan like this, asking him: "Is Tianxiu a fairy?"
Ordinary people always have a goal in their practice, or they want to live longer, or they want to protect people, or they want to be strong.
These are always very light on Xiao Fuxuan, and he is firm and fearless all his life.
In the end, even Lingtai Tiandao had to say "such a person".
A person who will carry the corpse of an unknown child on the cliff; a person who will block the thunder disaster for the towering tree when he is dying; He is about to hide in the chaotic line, and he uses his soul to forcefully pull the interceptor...
What is the reason for such a person
However, Xiao Fuxuan and the way of heaven do not have the same root and origin, and he couldn't hear the last sentence of the heavenly voice from Lingtai. Otherwise, he might reply, "Because I promised."
Because he once promised his lover: you can end whatever you want, and end any things that are yet to be ended, come from freedom, and there are no taboos.
A gentleman promises and never breaks his word.
One more thing, even he himself doesn't remember—
His third life was born in the army, and his third life died on the battlefield. Possessing the heaviest evil spirit, the hardest fate, the most shattered spirit and the wildest sword in the world, the dead souls under his sword are actually as countless as the spirit king.
But what he once wanted to see the most was that one day he held his sword and looked around, and found that there was no need to kill people in the world.
So he can put his sword back into its sheath, and take a good look at the twelve flowers in spring and March.
Someone once sat in the canopy and heard such words. So even if Xiao Fuxuan forgot it himself, there is still someone in this world who remembers it for him, and he misses it till now.
***
Wu Xingxue's eyes were red, and she knelt in front of Xiao Fuxuan.
His fingers touched Xiao Fuxuan's forehead, but his fingertips trembled very lightly, as cold as frost.
No one's soul can leave the body for a long time, and no human body can live in the void for a long time.
He could feel that Xiao Fuxuan's forehead was cooling down little by little from the warmth, and he knew that this powerful force would not last long.
He couldn't bear it for a moment.
Dao Xuyin from the Lingtai said: You are absurd, stupid, and a car with a mantis arm.
Too many things tell him: Sometimes he takes all his wealth and lives, and what he receives in the end is often in vain and in vain.
But no.
How would he be willing to let these people, this person he loves, die with all their lives, but in vain
He is reluctant.
For a moment, Wu Xingxue looked up at Yuan Xing. Then he turned his head and said a word in a hoarse voice next to the person's ear.
He said: "Xiao Fuxuan, wait until the next March in the world, and watch the falling flowers together."
***
The moment the words fell, the spirit sword in his hand rattled and smashed into the body of the "Spirit King".
At the same time, the tribute seal that had been forcefully dropped five times on Wu Xingxue's neck was circulated again.
With this tribute seal, he can control the body of the chaotic "spirit king" with the bond of spirit and god.
or say...
At this moment, he is the "spirit king" who messed up the line.
Wu Xingxue left her body in place, and then jumped down from Xiandu by herself.
He thought of a way.
The last resort but the only way.
At the moment when he was forcibly suspended by Xiao Fuxuan, he was like a silver star line, penetrating directly from the cloud nine to the ground.
He is in the chaotic Luohuashan City.
***
Wu Xingxue entered the forbidden area of Luohuashan City in the form of a "spirit king" with chaotic lines. Then he did what he had done three hundred years ago—
Under the blue sky of the forbidden land, he split the sacred tree, scraping away all his divine power.
He once again endured spiritual pain, and once again blood flowed everywhere, watching his body dissipate, and the evil was monstrous.
And at the moment when he transformed from a fairy to a demon, the same punishment as three hundred years ago was triggered and fell on him again—
Heaven's obliteration.
The most vast and solitary influence in the world, everything about the chaotic "spirit king", whether it exists or traces, will disappear.
So, the chaotic "spirit king" did not exist from the beginning.
And at the same moment, the originally frozen chaotic lines suddenly wavered. This wavering is not intended to sweep anyone away, but the real sky collapses and everything becomes nothingness.
because…
If there had never been a "spirit king" in this chaotic line, no one would have stepped into this world with another dream bell, and no one would have followed the time of this world back in order to find the source.
Therefore, no one will pass through a wilderness during the gap of backtracking, no one will see Yun Hai who is dying at the mouth of the demon, and no one will ring the dream bell at a moment.
Yun Hai didn't hear the ringtone when he was dying, and he didn't think of his past as a fairy for a moment.
He has no regrets, no regrets.
The former Xiandu Langguan and the later mortal Yun Hai did not struggle for a moment to turn back into a demon. He reincarnated peacefully, instead of dying under the Huaxin sword in the Great Sad Valley.
The chaotic lines do not exist from the beginning, and everything collapses.
The moment Lingtai Tiandao wiped out the chaotic "Spirit King", it was equivalent to killing itself.
***
Wu Xingxue could no longer support herself in the severe pain, and sat on her knees in the desolate and lonely forbidden area, her robes were scattered all over the floor, and blood flowed down from the major acupuncture points, staining the whole place bright red.
He swallowed the blood in his mouth in a daze, and raised his head amidst the buzzing in his ears. His five senses faded, so he couldn't see. The last scene he saw was full of darkness.
In fact, the sky is not dark and colorless, but bright.
At the moment when the chaotic lines collapsed, the present world finally revealed itself. It was almost as close as the sky, and the sun was shining slowly from the highest distance...
He did the same thing as three hundred years ago, but no longer in vain, no longer desperate.
***
Although few people know about the later mortal world...
But there was once a spirit king in this world.
His name is Zhao.
Zhao, the rising sun, is brilliant. :,,.