Su Yun continued to fall, feeling powerless. His body and soul continued to decompose and turn into chaotic energy, which made him weaker and weaker.
He fell into the seventh fairyland and saw You Chaosheng killing Di Hu from afar.
You Chaosheng killed Di Hu over and over again, but every time Di Hu died, he would be reborn in the cycle of reincarnation, endlessly and never stopping.
Su Yun's face was gloomy and he felt hopeless.
Without his help, You Chaosheng would not be able to combine the five strings into one and break the reincarnation ring.
It was not Emperor Hu who blocked the rise of the dark tide, but the Flying Ring of Samsara, the Holy King of Samsara.
The Holy King of Samsara was like a cat that had caught a mouse, teasing You Chaosheng and watching him do useless things. When he got tired of playing with him, he would kill You Chaosheng.
"Now, no one can stop this."
He fell into the imperial court.
The Seventh Immortal Realm had originally stopped turning to ash because it was covered by Su Yun's Dao Realm, and its vitality and the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth had regained their vitality. But now, not only was Su Yun's cultivation power constantly turning into chaos, but even his entire body was turning into chaos, and the Seventh Immortal Realm was also turning to ash again.
The process of becoming gray is long, but the trend is inevitable.
Ordinary people cannot sense the weakening of the great Dao of Heaven and Earth at all. Only immortals can sense that at this moment the Seventh Immortal Realm has suddenly turned from prosperity to decline.
But this change is slight, and people's lives will continue. It will not be like the chaos of the Jiehuixian, when the vitality of heaven and earth was rapidly exhausted and the great way of heaven and earth was rapidly decayed.
The Seventh Immortal Realm can still hold out for a long time before the great Dao of Heaven and Earth withers and decays. Even during this period, the vitality of Heaven and Earth can still support more spiritualists to become immortals, and there may even be several beings in the Ninth Heaven of Dao.
However, without Su Yun's protection, all this would be a pipe dream.
Su Yun landed in the imperial palace of the imperial court. The Holy King of Samsara was very considerate and did not throw him to death or let him fall headfirst. Instead, he put him gently on the ground.
Su Yun stood there silently, trying to mobilize his cultivation, but he could not mobilize any vitality.
The innate Qi in his body turned into chaotic energy, and his soul was also becoming increasingly chaotic. His vitality had been cut off. The reason he was not dead now was that his body and soul were too strong, and it would take some time for them to completely turn into chaotic energy.
Sooner or later he will turn into a ball of chaotic air and dissipate in the world.
"Your Majesty is back!"
A palace maid discovered him and was overjoyed. She rushed around to announce the good news.
Su Yun opened his mouth but did not say anything to stop him.
Not long after, the news of Emperor Yun Tian's return to the imperial capital spread throughout the imperial capital. Soon Chi Xiaoyao came over and said with a smile: "Junior brother, you are back. How is the battle going?"
Su Yun's mouth twitched but he didn't say anything.
Chi Xiaoyao said excitedly: "The world is peaceful now, right? We finally don't have to fight anymore!"
At this time, Yinglong's voice came from outside: "Your Majesty is back? How is the battle going?"
Before he finished speaking, he heard the voices of Bai Ze, Nv Chou and others: "Your Majesty's return must have brought great news!"
"Nonsense! Your Majesty fought to the death with the Saint King of Samsara. If you didn't win, how could you come back?"
They poured in, and Su Yun saw those smiling faces. He opened his mouth, but no words came out.
Chi Xiaoyao smiled and said, "Your Majesty has won! The world is at peace!"
Yinglong Bai Ze and others were excited and cheered.
More people rushed over after hearing the news. Hong Luo, Peng Hao, Sang Tianjun and others came into Su Yun's sight. Before they came to Su Yun's side, they heard the good news of Su Yun's victory, and their cheers became louder and more urgent.
Not long after, even the ancient gods who came from afar learned the news, and they were all overjoyed.
Zuo Songyan also came. He had been unable to cultivate to the ninth level of the Dao Realm for a long time, and had wasted all his energy. He was now so tired that his hair turned white and he looked a little old.
"Did you win?" he asked tremblingly.
After receiving affirmative responses from Yinglong and others, he couldn't help but burst into tears and was so excited that he could hardly control himself.
The people in the imperial capital were even more delighted, running around to tell each other the news. At night, people hung up lights and held grand celebrations, with colorful lanterns on the streets lighting up the sky.
The noise seemed to have nothing to do with Su Yun. He sent everyone away and sat alone in the empty hall.
"Four more years, I still have four years!"
Hope shone in his eyes again, and his breathing became a little rapid: "I can resolve this deadlock, I can definitely do it! I have come through so many years of suffering, nothing can defeat me!"
He thought hard, looking for a way out.
The celebration in the imperial capital lasted for more than half a month before it slowly came to an end. After the carnival, people continued to live their lives as usual, but their words and expressions were not as solemn as before.
Their mentality is much better than before, optimistic and sunny, as if any difficulties no longer exist.
Even Zuo Songyan, who had practiced hard in recent years and stopped drinking, got drunk at the celebration and enjoyed himself to the fullest, forgetting all the depression that had been suppressing him for six or seven years.
Yinglong and others originally wanted to invite Su Yun to come out and have fun with the people, but Su Yun was in seclusion and must have been seriously injured, so they did not disturb him.
However, Su Yun's retreat this time was extremely long, until one day, Chi Xiaoyao could not help but break into the hall where he was practicing in seclusion.
Chi Xiaoyao did not find Su Yun, but only saw an old man with snow-white hair sitting on the ground.
"Is Emperor Yuntian here?" Chi Xiaoyao asked.
The old man sat on the ground, lowered his head and said nothing.
Chi Xiaoyao was confused and looked around but still couldn't find Su Yun, so he decided to leave.
"Senior Xiaoyao..." An old and hoarse voice came from behind her.
Chi Xiaoyao shuddered, turned around, and showed an expression of disbelief. The white-haired old man raised his head tremblingly, revealing a face that was familiar yet strange to her.
"Xiaoyao-senpai..."
Chaos energy flowed out of his eyes, ears, mouth and nose, and the corners of his mouth trembled a few times, "I lost."
Chi Xiaoyao felt dizzy and her mind was blank, but she heard herself comforting the old man: "It's okay, Junior Brother, it's okay. Isn't victory and defeat a common thing? It's okay..."
She walked forward, squatted down, held the old man in her arms, and comforted him softly.
"This time is different. There is no hope of a comeback..."
The old man looked up at her, tears streaming down his wrinkled face, as if he had suddenly lost control of his emotions and collapsed, no longer able to control his heart, "I've looked for everything possible, but there's no hope!"
Chi Xiaoyao didn't know how she walked out of the hall. She only knew that she tried her best to keep smiling and smiled at everyone she met.
She learned this secret from the elderly Su Yun, and she had to bury it deep in her heart and not tell anyone.
She only had time to walk out of the imperial palace before she felt that this secret was about to crush her.
She quickly left the place, returned to her residence, locked the door, and locked herself in the room. Only then did she dare to cry out loud.
It was not until her children came to see her that she fixed her makeup and walked out as if nothing had happened.
Chi Xiaoyao sent people out to look for Xiao Di Shu everywhere. After a few months, they finally found Xiao Di Shu who was practicing in seclusion.
The little emperor suddenly entered the palace to see Su Yun. Three months later, the little emperor suddenly walked out and shook his head at Chi Xiaoyao: "I can't do anything. Although I can't do anything, maybe there is still someone who can save him. It's just that I can't go in there. Only those who have cultivated to the emperor realm can go in and survive. I am not that person."
He left sadly: "It will take me some time to cultivate to the Emperor Realm, but before that, he is already dead."
Chi Xiaoyao walked into the palace and saw Su Yun sitting there, surrounded by chaotic energy. His body was like a withered tree and his heart was as dead as ashes.
Chi Xiaoyao didn't know what to say, so he turned and left.
After she left, Su Yun saw a red dress fluttering in front of his eyes, dyeing the dim world in his eyes red.
"Su Lang..."
That heart-stirring voice came and plucked at his dead Dao heart, but the strings of Su Yun's Dao heart could not produce any beautiful sound.
"Su Lang, I feel your frustration, anger, and powerlessness."
Su Yun lay on Hong Chang, his body rising and falling with her dancing, curled up like a baby. Wu Tong appeared at some point, and he was leaning on Wu Tong's legs.
The lady is as beautiful as ever.
She gently stroked his white hair, her fingers slid across the wrinkles on his face, and exhaled: "You are desperate, sinking, your pure heart of Taoism is broken and shattered, and you are so close to me for the first time. Hold me tight, and sink into the devil with me..."
Su Yun hugged her body tightly, with his cheek pressed against her belly. Feeling weightless, they fell into the darkness together, falling endlessly.
She whispered in his ear, "Become a demon, the man I love most, become a demon with me."
Combine with me and become a pair of birds with wings.
Stand side by side with me, like a butterfly among flowers.
Come roll with me, take off this bondage, no longer have any disguise.
Blending together, falling together, becoming demons together.
Let the darkness fill the heart of Tao, let the darkness in the heart of Tao be released freely and unrestrainedly, and enjoy the pleasure that the pleasure of the flesh brings to the spiritual happiness.
The red clothes fluttered and danced in the palace, covering up the spring scenery.
She led Su Yun and enjoyed the beauty of being possessed.
This is her obsession, her last obsession.
Only by seducing her lover into becoming a demon can she cultivate to the ninth level of the magic path. She has been waiting for this moment for too long.
She induced Su Yun to fall, and Su Yun could no longer resist. He danced with her, fell into depravity with her, and fell in love with her.
Wutong finally achieved the ninth level of the magic path, but she suddenly burst into tears.
She looked at the naked man snuggling with her and knew that the man she loved was only a shell.
She became the empress of the devil, got what she wanted, but also lost her love.
But she couldn't bear to let go, couldn't bear to abandon this man even if only his body was left.
She demanded endlessly, but gradually found that Su Yun was becoming increasingly haggard and his vitality was gradually fading away.
The Queen of the Demonic Path felt a little anxious and confused. She wanted to save him, but she knew that this went against her own principles. Perhaps once she had this thought, she would never be able to go any further.
Since the merger of the seventy-two caves, the demonic path has become increasingly prosperous, and there have been numerous disasters. Wutong took advantage of this opportunity to cultivate to the eighth level of the Dao realm. However, he never had the chance to let Su Yun fall into depravity and become a demon, and has been stuck until now.
She had already accumulated an extremely powerful foundation through a series of catastrophes, and all she needed was an opportunity to lure Su Yun into becoming a demon.
This time she broke through and cultivated to the ninth level of the Demonic Path, and her cultivation strength also improved to an unimaginable level. You must know that the Demonic Path contains 1,800 kinds of great ways, and cultivating to the ninth level of the Demonic Path means practicing these 1,800 kinds of great ways to the ninth level!
One can imagine how powerful her background is!
She also felt the tenth level of the devil's way.
This tenth heavenly realm represents the supreme achievement. For her, she must carry out the devil's way to the end and not go against the devil's heart, only then can she hope to cultivate into the realm of Tao.
If he were to save Su Yun, his hope in the Dao Realm would be cut off.
Wutong hugged Su Yun to sleep, leaning on his chest. When she woke up, she put on her long red dress, which fluttered behind her, and flew out of the palace.
"Emperor Shu, you are the wisest man in the world. Do you know how to save him?" Wutong found little Emperor Shu and asked.
The little emperor said suddenly, "Daoyou, Emperor Yuntian is dead, and the Saint King of Samsara has penetrated the Samsara cycle, shaking off the life of all the Emperor Yuntian at any point in time. His body and soul have become chaotic, which is inevitable. I am not Chaos, so I can't think of any way to save him, but Emperor Chaos is, so maybe he has a way."
Just as Wutong was about to leave, the little emperor suddenly said, "Wait a minute, fellow Daoist. The energy of Primal Chaos is extremely thick and blocks all Taoist magic. Even if you have more magical powers than I did in the past, you will probably die if you enter it!"
Wutong looked indifferent and left.
She brought Su Yun to Guanghan Palace, under the osmanthus tree. Guanghan Mountain was majestic, and the osmanthus tree was vast. Wutong offered sacrifice to this sacred tree, and the roots of the sacred tree connected the void and penetrated the universe.
Wutong brought Su Yun to the edge of the universe and walked down from the branch.
The chaotic air floated in front of them. Wutong hesitated, grabbed Su Yun's hand, carried him on his back, and walked into the chaotic air.
She immediately felt the pressure from the chaotic energy, and in just a moment, it blocked her magic path, making her supernatural powers useless and all her magic methods no longer exist.
The red dress began to break, and Wutong's skin exploded like porcelain.
She was covered in blood, and then she used her powerful body to resist the erosion of chaos. She gritted her teeth and carried Su Yun on her back as she continued to walk deeper into the chaos.
"Su Lang, I became enlightened through your death, and perhaps you can be resurrected through my death. Our lives are entangled like this..."
She carried Su Yun on her back for an unknown amount of time, but the chaotic energy still had no end.
"Anyone there?"
Only the bones of Wutong were left, the body of the human-demon could no longer hold on, and his cultivation of the ninth level of the devil path was also completely wiped out.
"Anyone there?"
She yelled, "Can someone save him? I can't hold on any longer..."
She fell to her knees, the bones in her legs giving way and beginning to break under the pressure of the chaos.
"Is anyone there..." She held Su Yun's hand tightly.
At this moment, she knew that her Taoist heart was over, so she lay down with Su Yun.
"Okay." She whispered.
At this time, a huge face emerged from the chaotic air: "Girl, who are you looking for?"
——Double monthly tickets have arrived, I shamelessly beg for a few monthly tickets. Well, I will finish the book next month.