Chapter 105: The Ten Immortals of Guixu

The long sword slashed down!

A golden light flashed across the sky, dyeing the entire sky red gold, and fell straight from the gate of heaven to the earth.

The golden light spread out like a big net, pressing down from the sky, and the whole world was shrouded in golden light.

Like the sun setting.

The laws of nature are precarious, and the human world has long since entered the Age of the Dharma Ending. Now, after experiencing the catastrophe of apocalypse, the available spiritual energy has been almost completely depleted, and the strength of the cultivators has been greatly weakened. Under such circumstances, Jindan cultivators are no different from those at the Foundation Establishment stage, helpless to be slaughtered.

But the moment the golden sword was swung, endless spiritual energy spread throughout the world—

As the golden light fell towards the human world, the golden figures surrounding the God of War began to slowly dissipate.

The divine nature of the celestial being turned into golden light, scattered on the earth, and immediately turned into abundant spiritual power to nourish all things.

Those mortal monks who stubbornly resisted looked up at the golden sky and saw rolling spiritual energy pouring down from the sky like an invisible waterfall...

The abundant spiritual energy was mobilized freely and circulated in the cultivator's dantian, causing his cultivation to increase suddenly.

The sword in Ji Lingche's hand slowly disappeared and all of it poured down.

This sword, like a spring breeze breaking the day, brings vitality and revives spiritual energy.

Golden branches and leaves suddenly emerged from the soil of the human world, and then bloomed in an instant until they spread into a sea of ​​flowers.

All things come back to life, suddenly bursting into unprecedented vigor.

She stood in the Heavenly Gate, enveloped by spiritual energy, a gentle breeze caressing her face, and enveloped by a warmth she had never experienced before.

At the same time, in the Jinque Palace, the emperor sitting on the white jade throne suddenly spat out a mouthful of golden blood, as if he was hit by a stick on the head, and suddenly rolled down from the platform!

He only felt that the divine power in his body was quickly drained away, and dark blue lines appeared on his white jade face, as if it was cracked.

Before Qingjun could catch his breath, the spiritual pressure around him suddenly increased. With a loud bang, the shrine shook violently and was almost razed to the ground. The sacred pillar was blown into pieces and rolled down, and dust and smoke rose up.

He knelt on one knee and raised his head with difficulty, only to see black snow all over the sky and a long sword surrounded by black energy pointing at his throat!

The slender figure of the person coming was reflected in his pupils. Under the strong light from the long sword, his black pupils shrank slightly.

The Green Emperor had no expression on his face. He slowly raised the corners of his mouth and said calmly, "God of West Wu."

The god opposite was covered in a layer of golden light, as if wearing a layer of golden armor. He held the sword in one hand and pointed it directly at his throat.

She said, "You lose."

Ji Lingche's expression was cold, his eyes were bright, and there seemed to be a cold fire flickering in them.

She said, "You used your own godhood as a bargaining chip, so you should have expected this day to come."

Her guess was correct. In order to achieve his goal, Qingjun indeed sacrificed his own divinity to the Heavenly Dao, using it as a bargaining chip to gamble with the Heavenly Dao.

Under the witness of Heaven, his divine power has been tied to the process of world destruction.

Ji Lingche's sword caused the spiritual power of the human world to flow back, turning the tide of the battle. He suffered a backlash and his divine power was almost halved.

Qingjun stared at her intently, the black lines on his face spreading, like cracks on exquisite white porcelain, shattering into pieces.

He said calmly without a trace of emotion: "So what."

Ji Lingche lowered his eyes, and there was a hint of compassion in his gaze, as if he truly felt the sadness.

Her tone was very soft, and she only said: "You said you wanted to purge the heavenly way and annihilate the mortal heart."

"You said the Dao is ruthless, and the mortal world is a sin."

"You said you've cast aside all worldly desires and achieved the ruthless path—"

Although her tone was soft, every word struck Qingjun's mind fiercely: "However, the thought of wanting to purge the Heavenly Dao is itself a mortal desire."

"You hate the world, yet you say the Tao is ruthless."

Ruthlessness is nothingness, not hatred.

"Your hatred is the deepest mortal heart."

Her voice drifted away, but it was like a heavy blow.

I saw golden divine blood flowing from the corner of Qingjun's mouth, falling drop by drop on the ground.

His black pupils were dilated, almost melting into the whites of his eyes, and he looked like a dead man. There were more black cracks on his face, which exploded and spread all the way to his neck.

His expression was finally no longer calm, like throwing a stone into the water, causing ripples.

It was obvious that he was forcibly suppressing his emotions, so that his expression was distorted and the exquisite mask finally shattered.

Ji Lingche curled his lips coldly, his voice echoing: "Everything you do is to satisfy your own selfish desires. This is the most sinful mortal heart——!"

Qingjun raised his hand and suddenly grasped the sword in front of his throat!

The back of his hand was also covered with blue-black lines, and golden divine blood flowed down through his fingers.

Under the immense divine power, the Crow Feather Sword actually arched slightly, as if it was about to be broken by him—

Ji Lingche's spiritual power was turbulent, and the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

He just sneered and said, "So what?"

"I just do what I think is right, that's enough!"

The sword shone brightly, and she gripped the hilt with both hands, saying coldly, "You've already lost. Since you're so stubborn, I'll send you on your way—"

The spiritual energy of the mortal world revived, large swathes of golden flowers swept across the world, and golden branches spread. Wherever they passed, the mouth of the abyss was instantly sealed, and the evil pressure of the demons was suppressed.

Under the flow of spiritual energy, the cultivators were nourished, their cultivation increased greatly, and they began to clear out the roaming demons. In this world-destroying battle, Qingjun had already been defeated.

He had gambled with his own divinity, but now his luck was gone and he was being punished by the will of heaven. There was absolutely no chance for him to turn things around.

Ji Lingche swung the long sword in his hand fiercely. The sword force was so powerful that it moved the surrounding air with a buzzing sound!

The sword technique landed on the palace, and the magnificent palace collapsed in an instant, with only a loud crashing sound and dust filling the sky, but Qingjun disappeared in an instant.

The golden light on Ji Lingche's body was slowly disappearing. She knew that the spiritual power of those gods could not protect her for too long. If she could not end the battle quickly and let Qingjun recover, the consequences would be unimaginable.

After all, her opponent was the Emperor of the East Sky. Even if his godhood was damaged, he was still quite powerful. She knew that if she tried to completely erase his godhood, she would also fall from grace.

But she had no room to retreat.

At this moment, she felt a chill on her back and a long sword brushed past her cheek!

Qingjun indeed has a sword.

Most of the gods rely on spells and rarely use magical weapons. Only sword cultivators who ascended from the mortal world will continue to hold their natal swords.

When she was the God of West Wu in Heaven, she had never seen Qingjun take action.

Naturally, I have never seen this sword before.

It was a pure white sword, as white as mutton fat, without a trace of turbidity, and surrounded by golden light.

"Xuezhi..." She instantly read out the name of the sword.

Tan Yi has a famous sword manual that records the magic swords of ancient and modern times.

Most of those divine swords are hard to find. Either the sword spirits died for their masters, or they ascended to heaven with their masters.

Among them, on the first page, is this sword——

This is the Snow-Fat Sword, which helped the Sword Master kill his wife and prove his truth.

Snow fat, blood fat.

As Xuezhi appeared, the black snow in the air disappeared suddenly. Yayu was obviously no match for him and was suppressed by Xuezhi's powerful sword spirit.

Ji Lingche stared at the sword in a daze, and was distracted slightly. The Snow Fragrance Sword burst out with cold light and slashed down towards him in an instant!

She held her sword horizontally to block, but with a buzzing sound, a powerful energy burst out, and the crow feather sword in her hand was wrapped in flowing light and flew out, deeply nailed into the golden pillar in the distance.

The two divine powers collided, the sky and the earth changed color, and the entire heavenly palace seemed to be collapsing.

Before she could recall the Crow Feather Sword, the next sword arrived!

She had no choice but to mobilize her spiritual energy, cast a spell to block, and managed to withstand another sword attack.

Ji Lingche took advantage of this opportunity, dodged the sword wind with a flip, pulled the Crow Feather Sword from the pillar, and then grasped the sword with both hands, swung it violently, and pushed his divine power to the extreme, stirring up the long sword with a raging sea of ​​energy.

It was colliding with the Snow-Fat Sword that was swinging over!

In a flash, thousands of fierce collisions almost destroyed the entire Upper Heaven. The two gods were fighting each other in a mortal way, just like sword practitioners who were blood-thirsty.

At this moment, the purpose and means are no longer important. Driven by the desire to win, no one can retreat.

Such a result is bound to be a lose-lose situation for both sides, and both will fall into deification.

…

The world is the snowy Kunlun Mountains.

The snow finally stopped. A thin woman in green, wrapped in a thick fur cloak, looked up at the sky.

Her face was pale and she was barely breathing, like a bunch of frost flowers in the snow, about to be broken by the cold wind in an instant.

There was the sound of light footsteps, and a red fox walked towards us on the snow, looking a little arrogant.

When he came close to the woman, he grew taller and turned into a man wearing a white robe. He slowly approached and stood behind her.

The fox said coldly, "Don't look at it."

The woman turned a deaf ear.

The fox frowned and angrily said, "Yin Lanxin, I'm talking to you!"

Yin Lanxin slowly closed her eyes and said calmly, "What are you arguing about? I heard you."

The fox's chest heaved with anger, but there was nothing he could do. He could only snort coldly, "Great, you're going to die now. I wonder if you dare to confront me after you die."

"I have been waiting for this day for a long time."

Yin Lan thought to herself, "I can see you're looking forward to it."

She turned her head and looked at the person behind her, but in her eyes, there was only a vague white shadow and she couldn't see the specific shape.

Mortals cannot see the gods clearly.

She showed no expression and only said, "You asked Ji Lingche to kill me, right?"

The fox said nothing.

Yin Lanxin raised the corners of her mouth, turned around again, looked up at the sky, and said, "I promised you that after I die, my soul will be yours to command. Are you so impatient?"

The fox was speechless for a long time before he said, "So what?"

Seeing that Yin Lanxin ignored him, he tried to make amends by saying, "You said you didn't have long to live, so I agreed to your terms. Who knew you could live so long, hanging on by a thread, and holding on until now..."

Yin Lanxin sighed softly and said, "Shut up, you're noisy."

"Besides, I really won't live long."

The fox seemed to hesitate for a moment when he heard this, but in the end he said nothing and just stood behind her with his sleeves folded.

In order to recall Ji Lingche's soul, Yin Lanxin made a contract with the Kunlun Immortal: as long as that person could wake up in Hua Wanwan's body, she would be willing to be trapped in Kunlun forever after death and become a groundbound spirit here.

The Kunlun Immortal was bored and longed for a beautiful soul to accompany him to pass the time, so he happily agreed.

But later he found out that he was trapped.

He realized belatedly that the soul in Hua Wanwan's body was actually the God of West Wu who had come to the mortal world to transcend tribulation.

The Xiwu God, having died as a mortal, should have returned to heaven, but he had accidentally trapped himself within Hua Wanwan's body, committing a grave mistake. He was being schemed by Yin Lanxin, and had no choice but to become a scapegoat, caught up in this troublesome situation...

Fox took a step forward, raised his arms and put them around Yin Lanxin from behind, blocking her eyes. He simply said, "Don't look. Even if you can calculate the result, what's the use?"

Yin Lanxin only felt a warmth in her eyes, and everything in front of her was dark. She had no choice but to close her eyes and said lightly, "Am I bothering you?"

The fox leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Don't count too much, maybe you can live two more days."

Yin Lanxin raised the corner of her mouth and chuckled, "I don't think that's necessary."

At this moment, the sky and the earth suddenly changed color, a strong wind blew up, and endless snow was blown up.

The Kunlun Immortal raised his sleeves to protect the person in his arms. When he raised his eyes again, he saw a golden light and a green light falling from the sky and slamming towards the ground.

His eyes suddenly widened in disbelief, and he only muttered, "This..."

Are both the God of Seibu and the Emperor fallen gods?!

Although Yin Lanxin was blindfolded, she seemed to know what was happening and whispered, "Not necessarily."

At this moment, a white light jumped down from the sky gate!

The white light suddenly rushed down and caught the golden light.

Then he quickly rose up with the golden light and returned to the sky!

The green light fell downwards, becoming dimmer and dimmer. Before it touched the ground, it could no longer hold on and suddenly dispersed.

The azure divine nature dissipated in the human world and instantly transformed into infinite spiritual energy that spread out and nourished all things.

Then the golden wisteria flowers grew wildly, blooming even more luxuriantly and prosperously...

When the Kunlun Immortal came back to his senses from his shock, he realized that his hand was warm and covered in blood.

The woman in his arms was already dead, with a faint smile on her face, as if she had planned everything out.

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The author has something to say: I am almost done writing, there is still one last chapter in the main text

Do you like Yin Lanxin and the Tsundere Little Fox? If you like, you can write a sequel, hahaha