After killing Liu Xiuyuan, Wen Hemian approached the pile of corpses buried under the sand dunes.

The old friend was no longer there, only a skeleton left. Until the last moment of his life, he kept his back straight and guarded the long sword in his hand.

Tian Xianzi used to call Guiming "old antique" and laughed at him for always being serious and too serious. However, after the war, he never called him that again.

Wen Hemian always understood that he was not pedantic and conservative, but just adhered to the "Tao" in his heart. When they talked with swords, the "protection of all living beings" in Guiming's mouth was definitely not a lie.

He practiced this oath all his life until his death.

Wen Hemian stared at the empty eye sockets for a long time, and finally used his remaining spiritual power to protect all the bones first, ensuring that they would not be disturbed by the wind and sand in the short term.

After a momentary pause, he reached out and grasped the dusty sword.

The evil cultivators' strategy was unclear, and there were dangers lurking in the desert. If a crisis suddenly occurred, this sword might be able to help.

Letting future cultivators use it to kill more evil demons was also Jueming's biggest intention to protect it.

When he saw Tianxianzi rushing towards the demon god without hesitation, his fingertips did not shake.

Although he had not wielded a sword for many years, he was once a sword cultivator.

...Now, he should be.

"Master, what should we do?"

The little prince from the Dragon Palace once asked him.

He didn't know. He didn't know

when Wen Hemian began to be afraid of wielding a sword.

Maybe it was when he picked up his natal sword again and again but couldn't sense the slightest sword energy, or maybe it was when he held the sword and accidentally caught a glimpse of the sympathetic and regretful eyes of others.

The former beloved became a thorn deep in his heart, telling him all the time that Wen Hemian had lost all his spiritual energy and had become a useless person who couldn't even wield a sword.

So he locked himself in a sealed shell, cutting off all contact with the sword, but now -

there is no doubt that Tianxianzi will end up perishing with the devil with his own strength, just like Jueming in the past.

Wen Hemian wanted to help, but he could do nothing.

He hadn't even held a sword for a long time, and his memory of those wanton sword techniques was vague, not to mention that at this moment, the only sword he could use was Jueming's Zhuxie.

Zhuxie is a famous sword in the world, and it is no problem to cut iron like mud. The power of the sword spirit hidden in it is extremely strong. If he can get its help, he may be able to play a little role.

However, the sword spirit is not in the sword.

It seems that when the demon god exploded and died, even the sword spirit could not hold on and vanished under such a huge impact.

So Zhuxie became an ordinary sword, which could not bring him any hope at such a critical moment.

Tianxianzi could not hold on any longer.

As a fellow disciple, he could only stand by helplessly.

The pale fingertips touched the storage bag, and Wen Hemian's ears buzzed.

Somehow, he remembered the letter he received in Qingxu Valley before leaving.

At that time, the elders of Xuanxu Sword Sect came to him together, asking if they could leave the valley and go to the desert to explore the traces of the demons.

Wen Hemian was so flustered and nervous that he instinctively rejected the outside world. Although he said calmly, "Let him think about it," his heart was in a mess and he didn't know what to do.

He didn't have many close friends and couldn't find anyone to talk to. For some reason, he wrote a letter to Ning Ning.

She didn't know that her true identity had been discovered a long time ago, and she was still talking to him in the tone of a strange little disciple.

That night, the letters came more than usual. When Wen Hemian opened the envelope, he saw the crooked handwriting that she had deliberately written.

She must have thought about it seriously for a long time, and wrote a lot. At the end of the envelope, the little girl wrote carefully:

[Although the sword light and sword spirit in the battle are very handsome, what attracts me most is actually the determination at the moment of drawing the sword.

Swords and swordsmanship are cold, but it is because of the people who wield the sword that they are stained with warmth and become the "Tao" admired by thousands of people.

How to say it, it may sound a bit corny, but I think that the unswerving belief is more powerful than those chaotic swordsmanship.

In my heart, Elder Jiangxing will always be a strong man.

Another side note: It is already autumn, and the mountains of Xuanxu Sect have all turned red and yellow.

I found a hidden stream in Cailan Peak. When you recover and leave the valley, let's go fishing by the stream together.

The grilled fish is super delicious! ］

He is not strong. He

only knows how to escape and always lives in the shadow of the past. He feels ashamed of his teachers and his former self.

The weak young man coughed lightly, and his eyes became darker.

But he must not let down his good friend who had fought side by side with him at this time.

"Lin Xun."

A white light flashed in the storage bag, and what appeared in his hand was a dusty old sword.

Wen Hemian held it tightly without much skill, and his five fingers were all cold and hard. His movements were awkward and stiff, accompanied by a slight tremor.

Suddenly, the young man exerted force on his hand, stopped shaking and held it tightly, as if he had finally made a decision. He looked at the dragon boy beside him and said, "Give me a soul gathering pill."

When he swung the sword, Wen Hemian already knew his end.

His sea of ​​consciousness has not been completely repaired, like a patched rag. If he wants to help Tian Xianzi, he can only break through his sea of ​​consciousness by force, quickly improve his cultivation in a short period of time, and burn out his last bit of spiritual power and life.

This is Wen Hemian's determination.

His "Tao".

His unyielding belief.

The hand that was used to playing the piano and making tea, after many years, once again grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sword energy of the elder Jiang Xing was as smooth as water, and a slender figure rose up and stood beside Tian Xianzi.

The two sword energies intertwined and merged, and in an instant, the dragon's roar sword roared, forcing the huge body of the demon god back suddenly.

This was the first attack.

Even in his current exhausted state, he could still use all his strength to make a final blow.

Wen Hemian took a deep breath.

His right hand was shaking.

——No.

It was not his hand that was shaking.

The young man was startled, pressed down with his knuckles, and looked down at the long sword in his hand.

He didn't know when, but a mighty spiritual power spread from the tip of the sword, and the spiritual power glowed, like moonlight falling, wrapping the sword body. The

originally dim and silent Zhuxie -

in an instant, white light shone loudly, the sword rang long, and the mighty sword breath surged like waves, suddenly dispersing the surrounding darkness.

The shadow of a woman appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness that was about to collapse.

The white mist surged up, protecting the precarious meridians. Wen Hemian glimpsed the woman's eyes condensed from the mist.

"The Sword Spirit of the Evil-Slayer——"

Tianxianzi was also stunned, and then he laughed with relief: "That guy Jueming... is worthy of him."

The scales of fate tilted at this moment.

If the townspeople had not protected the sword with their own bodies.

If Jueming had not sacrificed his life to accept the Sword Spirit of the Evil-Slayer into the Ziwei Realm.

If many years ago, the boy who said goodbye to his family late at night had not given his sister a compass.

Everything would have become completely different.

Fortunately, the interlocking fate finally reached the end of the intersection at this moment.

It is known that Tianxianzi's strength is about equal to that of the demon god who is about to break the formation.

It is known that Wen Hemian's last attack with all his strength can ensure that Tianxianzi will not lose all his spiritual power and barely keep his life.

It is known that the original "Ningning" reincarnated again and again, and the evil-killing sword spirit waited in Ziwei Realm for thousands of years, accumulating thousands of years of vast spiritual power, which will definitely protect Wen Hemian's sea of ​​consciousness.

The shadows fighting alone in the desert finally became three people holding swords side by side as before.

Tianxianzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice with some curiosity: "Strange, why does the sword spirit have such a strong spiritual power?"

But... that is not the question he needs to think about now.

"When this is over, let's go to the best restaurant in the world for a big meal."

He laughed wantonly, his eyes shining like stars in the sword aura: "What's the point of staying in that valley all the time? Look at you, you're almost growing hair."

Wen Hemian stared at the long sword in his hand for a long time, and a very shallow arc appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Okay."

=====

On the other side, under the sand dunes of Tianhe.

All the demon cultivators have been slaughtered. He Zhizhou stared at Qingheng's body and listened to Ningning's general account of the whole story.

She spoke vaguely, only saying that she was hit by the life-replacing technique and was about to die in place of another person. The predetermined death has not come yet, even Ningning herself does not know when she will lose her life.

"So," his mind was a mess, and he didn't even have time to care about the bloodstains on his body, "From the beginning, the 'system' was a game that made you bear all the evil causes?"

Ning Ning nodded, not daring to look up at Pei Ji.

The atmosphere was so stagnant that He Zhizhou didn't dare to look at him.

"Hey, get out of here!"

He was upset and confused, and almost jumped in anger. He pounded in his mind frantically: "Do you want my body too?"

As a time traveler, He Zhizhou also has a system in his mind.

The system is called "grindstone", claiming that it was sent by the way of heaven. The reason it came to him was to create various grindings artificially, so as to achieve the purpose of hammering Pei Ji.

What heaven, what grindstone, he doesn't believe in it!

The sound of the wind at night is like crying and laughing.

His heart suddenly moved slightly, and He Zhizhou heard a chuckle: "What are you thinking about? If I were the original owner of this body, would my voice be like this?"

It was a gentle female voice with a smile.

It paused for a moment, and used a somewhat regretful tone: "There is a problem with her system. There were clues at the beginning, right? If it is also a product made by the Heavenly Dao, it will never conflict with your mission."

This is to say that before he and Ning Ning met, they both hired people to surround Pei Ji, but the two gangs of thugs looked down on each other and fought in front of Pei Ji's yard.

He Zhizhou managed to calm down, gritted his teeth and asked: "Then, what should we do now, can Ningning still be saved?"

Before the demon cultivator died, he said that in order to break the curse, they must find abundant blessings to offset it.

But how can they get so much blessings? It is difficult to obtain blessings. They are not the sons of destiny. Pei Ji, the only one who is valued by the way of heaven, has been abused and has not had a good life for a few days. It is so miserable -

wait.

He Zhizhou's eyelids jumped and his heart beat uncontrollably.

Who said they don't have the son of destiny.

The system created by the way of heaven... isn't it lying in his mind?

"You said before that as long as you act in accordance with the way of heaven, you can get merit as a reward--"

He Zhizhou suppressed his violent heartbeat and clenched his fists: "So now I am blessed, right?"

The female voice was silent for a moment.

Then she whispered: "Yes."

"How much merit have I accumulated from childhood to adulthood?"

The heart that had been hanging all the time finally settled down a little.

He Zhizhou was rarely serious, and told it word by word, very clearly: "I want to transfer them all to Ningning... Can you do it?"

"Are you crazy?"

The grindstone said in a confused tone: "Those merits are accumulated by you over the years. As long as you have them, it will be much easier to ascend to heaven in the future."

Its words were originally meant to stop it.

But He Zhizhou was even more excited when he heard that. He grinned with bright eyes on the spot: "If you say that, it means 'yes', right? Come on! Don't hesitate, come on!"

Whetstone: ...

Whetstone: "Are you really not going to reconsider this? With your good fortune, it's probably difficult to offset the karma that the girl has endured."

It paused, as if organizing its words, and then slowly explained: "The original owner of this body has reincarnated time and time again, and the karma has accumulated countless times, far beyond your imagination. Even if you use up all your merits... it's still difficult to save her."

"I don't care! How can you be sure that you will fail if you don't try it!"

He Zhizhou was so anxious that his facial features were distorted, and he pounded his head: "Sister Tong, Fairy Tong, please help me! Just give all the merits to her, I don't want a single drop!"

Lu Wanxing looked complicated, looking at He Zhizhou beside her crying and laughing, and suddenly said with a horrible expression: "Ningning, don't panic, I have a way!"

What she didn't know was that in the mind of the little Taoist priest who was never very reliable, a woman's smile passed through.

The grindstone yawned lazily, and there was no emotion in his tone: "Okay."

This was a very uncalculated deal.

Its host is still as stupid as ever. He is probably the only one who would make such a request.

Fortunately, it has long been accustomed to how to adapt to the thinking of idiots.

Merit is invisible. Even if all of it is transferred, there will not be much change. Only He Zhizhou and Ning Ning can vaguely feel the energy flowing slowly in their bodies.

It's like the strength in the body is being drained away bit by bit.

He Zhizhou took a deep breath, leaned his back against the sand dune behind him, and slowly sat down.

He was speechless. In order to let Ning Ning and Pei Ji understand the situation, he could only open the secret voice transmission to the two of them. At the same time, he struggled to speak in his mind: "Now... how is the karma in her body?"

"It is a taboo of heaven to change fate against heaven."

The grindstone replied: "You and I have tried our best."

Pei Ji must have heard this voice, and the murderous intent that was already cold around him became even stronger.

He Zhizhou's heart skipped a beat: "What does this mean?"

"Your merits will offset some of the death calamity, but it is far from enough compared to the karma that the body has to bear."

It was silent for a moment, and softly added: "Heaven has turned the invisible death calamity into a visible one. I believe it will not be long before it will attract the six-fold heavenly thunder."

"Heavenly thunder?"

He Zhizhou was delighted: "If the death calamity has a physical body, can't it be avoided? This is a good thing!"

The grindstone just smiled very softly: "Do you really think that it is easy to survive the heavenly thunder that changes fate and the calamity of life and death?"

Seeing him stunned, the female voice gradually faded: "Six layers of heavenly thunder represent the six reincarnations that cleanse sins. Each path penetrates the bones, and the power of each path will be more severe than the previous one - and no one can survive the final hell."

It was silent for a while after it finished speaking, and emphasized: "No one."

The moment this sentence fell, a flash of light flashed across the dark sky without any warning.

Death is approaching, and the heavenly thunder strikes.

Since Huo Qiao died, the system in Ningning's brain has never made a sound again.

She heard the conversation clearly, and perhaps because she had prepared herself mentally, she did not feel too nervous when the calamity really came.

... No one can survive.

This is still an unbreakable deadlock.

She wanted to say something, but a figure suddenly flashed beside her.

Then came Pei Ji's hoarse voice: "Open your mouth."

Everything happened too suddenly.

When He Zhizhou reacted, he saw Junior Brother Pei stuffing something into Ning Ning's mouth, and then the latter seemed to have lost her strength and suddenly swayed, and he stretched out his hands to hold her in his arms.

Pei Ji's expression was very cold.

His eyes have always been cold and empty, but now they are filled with many unfathomable emotions. When he met He Zhizhou's eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Thank you."

Just by looking at that one look, He Zhizhou understood his next plan.

The same was true for Ning Ning.

She wanted to break free, but she was completely powerless because of the pill that entered her mouth unexpectedly. Pei Ji must have guessed that she would not cooperate obediently, so he made preparations from the beginning.

But it’s not possible.

Pei Ji... will die.

Under the dim moonlight, the young man in black held her in his arms, and walked forward step by step in the rumbling thunder, leaving the crowd.

Pei Ji did not lower his head. Ning Ning could not see his expression, but could only see the slender blood-stained neck, and the blue veins that looked like climbing vines.

Suddenly he spoke, his throat dropped gently, and his voice and the wind passed through his ears: "Don't be afraid."

This was a hoarse voice like Shura, but the tone was incredibly gentle.

A deafening muffled sound came.

Pei Ji half-knelt on the ground and let Ning Ning sit under another sand dune. The dark shadow of the young man completely enveloped her. In the last sight, Pei Ji smiled at her. It

was neither deliberate nor stiff. At the critical moment of life and death, he just looked at her face and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Ning Ning couldn't move or speak. The moment she saw the first thunderbolt fall, he covered her eyes with his hand.

The first calamity, the way of heaven and man.

She heard the sound of a sword being unsheathed, the sword energy and thunder and lightning intertwined with each other, stirring up the wind and sand, and the air was full of explosions.

The palm covering her eyes slightly exerted force, and Pei Ji's voice rang in her ears again: "Don't be afraid."

Ning Ning's tears fell suddenly.

Obviously, he was the one who should be most afraid.

The second disaster, humanity.

There was another thunder, and the young man who was bending under the sand dune held a long sword in his hand and resisted the lightning with sword energy.

"This, this is too..."

The dark blue lightning was as fierce as a ghost's claw. Lu Wanxing squinted his eyes due to the lightning and trembled in fear, "Can he really survive it?"

He Zhizhou was powerless and could only go crazy in his mind: "Isn't Pei Ji the target of your hammering? Doesn't the Heaven have any mercy on him?"

"Life and death are determined by fate. Pei Ji had a special identity in his previous life and had accumulated merits that ordinary people could hardly imagine. For that merit, although the Heavenly Dao would punish him out of gratitude for the Hammer of the Earth, it would never interfere with the cause and effect and save him on purpose."

The voice in his mind replied lightly: "If he really died, it has nothing to do with the Heavenly Dao."

He was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

This group of unscrupulous capitalists!

The third calamity, the animal path.

Ning Ning could not see the scene in front of her, but could only hear the thunder that was even more powerful and terrifying than before.

And the sound of the long sword falling to the ground in panic.

With Pei Ji's light cough, the air was filled with thick blood.

"After my mother passed away, I went to many places."

There was a sharp pain in his back that penetrated deep into his bones, piercing his heart and bones, as if it had torn every inch of flesh and blood apart, and even the blood was boiling and burning.

He clumsily wiped away the tears on the girl's face with his fingertips, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle: "It often rains in the water town in the south city. I love standing under the eaves and watching the raindrops fall. Whenever I go to the pond at that time, I can see rows of geese and ducks."

Pei Ji said this, and actually smiled lightly: "Very cute, round and fat, if you see it, you will definitely like it."

Then there was another round of thunder.

The fourth calamity, Asura Road.

The skinny boy picked up the long sword, touched the ground with the tip of the sword, and barely supported his body. He silently recited the sword technique in his heart, and the sword energy surged up and gathered into a white barrier again.

"Go north along the south city and you will reach the Colorful Butterfly Valley."

His breath became obviously chaotic and fragmented, and he spoke with almost all his strength: "It's called the Colorful Butterfly Valley, but it's actually full of rabbits. Think about it, the whole valley is full of snow-white balls, and they look very fat, like it's raining."

He is not good at pleasing people, so he can only comfort Ning Ning in this clumsy way to make her less afraid.

The barrier was broken, and bursts of thunder and lightning were like a broken bamboo, like thousands of sword lights and sword shadows, tearing blood scars deep enough to see the bones.

Pei Ji bit his lip, and the sharp pain made himself a little more awake so as not to faint.

The fifth calamity, the hungry ghost path.

Ningning's consciousness was gradually fading, and she could hardly hear the voice that was so close.

"In the drawer on the left side of the study, there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and osmanthus biscuits that I made. They are a little sweet, so I didn't give them to you."

He lowered his eyelashes as he spoke, staring at the girl in front of him, as if he wanted to deeply imprint every detail of her into his heart.

Black hair, small nose tip, thin cold white skin.

Pei Ji thought, like the moon.

"There is nothing left for you... I'm sorry."

The effect of the drug has taken effect.

In the last blurred consciousness, Ningning heard Pei Ji say: "Good night." This is what she once told him.

Good night.

The sixth calamity, the hell path.

The six paths of reincarnation, the retribution of good and evil, the clear cause and effect, all in a single thought.

Amid the raging sandstorm, the young man in black stood up with a sword in hand. His eyebrows were blurred by his black hair, his warmth faded, and a hint of coldness and blood was faintly revealed.

His body was covered with bloodstains, but his back was straight, and his murderous aura was like a knife.

Pei Ji had made up his mind at the very beginning.

No matter what the death calamity was, he would do his best to keep her alive.

If it was a human, he would kill it.

If it was a demon, he would kill it as many as possible.

If it was the way of heaven -

then he would take up the sword, even if he died, he would cut off the way of heaven.

"Pei Ji he..."

He Zhizhou felt numb on his back, and he couldn't stop trembling: "Draw the sword!"

The last layer of thunder came as expected.

The lightning was as dense as a net. The young man raised his pale face, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a drop of moist blood fell from his forehead.

He held the sword in his right hand and took out a long hairband from his chest pocket with his left hand.

The hairband that Ning Ning gave him in Luancheng.

Pei Ji didn't have time to tell her how happy he was when he received this gift. He was so

happy that he couldn't help but smile every night when he saw it.

The scattered black hair was roughly tied up, revealing the boy's pupils as dark as the night. There was a murderous aura inside, but also a quietness as empty as a mirror.

Lightning struck in an instant.

Pei Ji used all the remaining strength in his body to hold the sword tightly.

Hell, a doomed death.

No one can escape.

On the two-meter dust array, the young demon monarch has disappeared without a trace. A drop of blood slid down from the barrier, and the blood condensed into a hanging round drop, reflecting a dim and blurred shadow.

It was the fourteenth moon that was far away from it in the wind and sand.

At the cracks in the array, swords flashed and sparks gushed. The giant's body made of flames was cracked everywhere, turning into thousands of long marks reflecting the fire, like a spider web spreading out.

A piece of rock and soil fell to the ground, followed by the second and third pieces. The huge monster was like a mountain collapsing. The dragon boy took this opportunity to hold the sword and move forward. The spiritual power surged and gradually filled the cracks.

In his arms, he always holds the night pearl.

It is the only bright color in the world amidst the dark red of hell.

Lightning illuminates every corner of the desert.

The trembling pupils of the bandits, the crimson rivers of demon blood, the scattered monsters, the raging sand, and the white skeleton enveloped by a soft aura.

Merit, sin, destiny, grudges.

Countless intertwined destinies converge at this moment.

Countless chaotic causes and effects overlap and offset each other here.

The long sword blocked the path of lightning, and an endless stream of blood fell from the fingertips of the young man.

Pei Ji swallowed the fishy smell surging in his throat, condensed the long sword, and released the last sword intent.

This calamity is an endless purgatory, and no one can escape.

Amid the thunder that pierced the clouds and split the rocks, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly rang out from the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness.

It laughed arrogantly, carrying an uncontrollable anger. The moment the sound rang out, the sword lights suddenly increased, and the white light covered the sky and the earth, directly facing the most violent lightning.

"It's just fate--"

Chengying said loudly: "Pei Ji... can still cut it open!"