Chapter 75: Rebellion against the Immortals (16) “Which one is Xianshu’s head?”…
Too much kindness.
Xuan Hui lowered his eyes and looked at the ten mirrors, his hands gradually tightening.
Mingyao rushed towards Xuanxiu regardless of his own safety. As he was immersed in the black air with him, the sword in his hand made a low hum.
Black Shadow's plan was not very clever. He didn't even expect Ming Yao to fall into the trap.
He has known Mingyao for a long time and knows Mingyao's personality.
She appears weak on the surface, but is actually tough and clear-headed. A hundred years of loneliness in the fairy mountain have not erased her personality and goals.
She never trusts people or things easily, is hardly tempted by benefits, and cherishes her life very much.
Those who are chosen by heaven never believe in fate.
It took him a lot of effort to get her to go back to the fairy mountain with him.
His only fatal weakness is probably that he is too soft-hearted, which is why he couldn't bear to see Xuanxiu die.
Being used by the shadow, I fell into this situation.
The black shadow went to great lengths just to leave a way out. He wanted Mingyao to discover the seed of truth, feel compassion, and have another chance to turn the situation around.
After failing so many times, the black shadow was scared.
But he didn't know yet that he had already cut off his path.
As for Mingyao...
The sword in Xuan Hui's hand shook slightly.
Apart from kindness, he couldn't understand what other reason could make her risk her life to save someone who had nothing to do with her.
Could it be that she would fall in love with someone like Chu Miaomiao who is not even a human being?
No, she wouldn't be that stupid.
She won't like anyone in this world.
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Mingyao thought he was going to die.
He fell heavily to the ground with a thud, his body feeling as if it was being crushed by a heavy object, every inch of it aching.
She lay on the ground for a long time before she recovered.
Look up.
Back to the beginning again——
That fairy temple.
"Miao Miao?" Ming Yao's first reaction after recovering was to look for someone, but the Fairy Temple was completely silent. Apart from her, there was no one else inside or outside.
She walked back and forth until her voice was hoarse, but no one responded to her.
The wind blows, the shadows of the trees move, the red sun hangs high in the sky, the cicadas buzz, and everything is so quiet that it seems unreal.
Mingyao bit his lip.
In addition to the uneasiness in my heart, I also felt a bit accustomed to the idea of throwing away everything.
With the help of immortal power, she could feel that Xuanxiu was not dead.
I'm glad you're not dead.
She looked up at the huge statue of the immortal god, which had not been changed at all, and had no intention of going in.
Since the fake "Chu Dianqing" sent her here, he must have some ulterior motive.
Since there is no other movement now, why should she be in a hurry? She can just stay put. She will have plenty of things to do later.
She found a shady place and sat down.
Come to think of it, it had been a long time since she had been able to sit alone and think about things like this.
Ever since she left the ghost town, she had been running around like a rat in a rolling cage, non-stop.
First he lost his body, then his soul was captured by Chao Qulai, and then he almost lost his soul. He gained immortal power, but his body went wrong again. He was in chaos all day long and had no time to rest.
Mingyao lowered his eyes, played with the red string on his wrist, and thought about this and that.
After playing for a while, she realized that there was a red rope on her wrist.
She jumped up and hurried around to the edge of the pool.
The bottom of the pool is covered with coins made of wishes.
The water in the pool was turbid, and her face was dimly reflected. Mingyao leaned on the railing and breathed a sigh of relief. It was okay, it was still her face.
She thought—
He hadn't even breathed out yet.
"Yan Chen, what are you looking at standing here?"
A familiar voice sounded behind him, as if a ghost was haunting him.
Mingyao shuddered and turned back.
The visitor raised his brows and smiled at her.
"Envy the book?" Mingyao was stunned.
"Let's go and fulfill our vow." Seeing her come back to her senses, Xianshu, who suddenly appeared here, spoke in a gentle voice. He looked up at the sky and said, "Today is the right time to fulfill your vow."
After saying this, he turned around and walked away, entering the Temple of Immortals.
Mingyao was confused and stood there without moving.
But the red rope on her wrist gradually became hot, as if urging her to move, so she had no choice but to take a step forward hesitantly.
It's a very mysterious feeling.
Everything around her suddenly became blurry as she took a step forward; even the breeze in the distance became distorted.
Something was moving backwards rapidly.
The sunny sky turned cloudy and a drizzle of rain came down.
At the feet, the accumulated water quickly surged up, mixed with blood.
Mingyao stretched out her hand, and the raindrops fell into her hand, causing her pain.
A gasp came from below.
She lowered her head and saw the fortune-telling monk lying at her feet. There was a big hole in his chest. He looked straight at her with his mouth slightly open and closed, like a fish out of water.
"Kill him."
"Kill him."
"Only you can kill him."
She whispered softly.
Ming Yao couldn't understand what was happening in front of him, so he could only stand there in a daze, staring at the young monk.
The young monk murmured these words over and over again.
Until she felt a hand pushing her from behind, she subconsciously took another step forward.
Exactly the same feeling as just now.
Something is going backwards, and something is going forwards.
The body of the young monk disappeared, replaced by another figure.
"Xianshu?" Mingyao couldn't see clearly through the rain, so he could only hesitantly call out the man's name. Hadn't Xianshu just walked in? Then who was this person?
Hearing her voice, Xin Xianshu slowly turned around.
His expression was even colder than the previous one, his eyes were motionless, and the rain dripped slowly down his face.
Like a stone statue.
An indescribable feeling of oppression spread, and Mingyao's breathing suddenly became rapid.
I wanted to retreat, to run, to hide, but it was as if the roots under my feet were deep and firmly embedded in the ground. I couldn't move, and could only watch the "stone statue" slowly approach.
There was a dead silence in his eyes.
"Yan Chen, I have killed many people. I want to ascend. Do you understand?"
Xianshu tilted his head, reached out his hand, and gently brushed her face, tenderly and lovingly, "You can understand me, right? We grew up together, entered the immortal mountain together, and practiced together."
"Life in the mortal world is so hard. You still remember when Gumang City was massacred by demons. We were powerless. Becoming an immortal was the only way out."
"I want to ascend with you. Your talent is superior to mine. If I can do it, you can definitely do it too."
"But... why can there only be one person on this road?"
His voice was very soft, with unspeakable sadness. He stared at Mingyao, as if wanting to get an answer from her.
Mingyao's eyes felt sore and tears welled up in his eyes.
She was very confused. She didn't want to cry. These were not her tears.
I still haven't figured out what's going on.
The familiar white light condensed in Xianshu's hand, and the small ball of light stayed quietly in his hand.
"Yan Chen, I know you don't have such a strong desire to become an immortal. So, please give it to me, okay?"
"Those rebel immortals said this won't kill you. It will only temporarily put your body between life and death. Your soul will remain, and you will still be you."
Mingyao instinctively sensed danger.
She wants to escape.
The small ball of light was even faster, and strands of blue light separated out and enveloped her. It was a feeling she was very familiar with, very relaxed and soft, just like when she signed the divorce agreement and wanted to return to her original world, without any pain.
But unlike that time, this time she did not lose consciousness.
She watched Xianshu, who had completed everything, turn around and go down the mountain without mercy.
The body gradually freed itself from the bondage.
But something else seemed to have changed… Her thoughts were becoming increasingly hazy, and everything before her became clear: the rain was gradually stopping, insects were fluttering, and the strong wind was about to die down…
She knew everything that happened, yet she knew nothing.
She subconsciously took another step forward.
This time nothing seemed to happen.
Everything around her gradually disappeared and turned pure white. She seemed to have left the Fairy Temple, but it also seemed as if she had not left. Until his arrival, color began to appear again.
"Yan Chen, I will break through."
"I will break through earlier than Xuanqing. Within a thousand years, it will be me who will ascend, not him."
I am so happy about this book.
He gently touched her head, as if coaxing a child: "When I ascend, I will pay you back everything I owe you."
You owe me everything?
Mingyao pursed his lips, not knowing what he was talking about.
She seemed to be trapped here, and could only passively wait for Xianshu to arrive and passively wait for him to leave.
Her mind was clear, but her body was out of control.
She was pushed again from behind.
She wanted to turn around and see who it was.
Before he could fully turn around, he was pushed hard again and Mingyao wanted to curse.
The wind howled, and the surroundings suddenly became noisy, and the cursing stopped.
"Yan Chen, run!" A hurried urging voice sounded behind him, the sword light continued, and the clear sound of fighting was heard.
"Run! Yan Chen! I told you to run!"
A flash of sword light brushed across her cheek, causing blood to seep out.
Behind her, Yan Chen seemed to be blocking something terrible for her.
Ah, someone wants her dead.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Mingyao quickly got up and started running out without looking back.
It's so strange, so strange, he wants to hurt her and save her at the same time.
Without time to think, Mingyao ran all the way. There was nothing behind her, but she couldn't stop. She was always running away.
She didn't know how long she ran, nor did she know where she was running to.
A door suddenly appeared in front of her. It was too late to stop. Her body was out of her control and she crashed into it.
She fell to the ground again due to inertia.
There was no time to cry out in pain.
When she looked up, she saw wooden and clay sculptures of immortals and gods, painted in colorful patterns, staring at her from the curling green smoke.
Her brain felt like it was hit by a hammer.
I looked back hurriedly and saw the bright sunshine outside the window. There was no heavy rain, no swordplay, but the breeze was still blowing on my face and the cicadas were chirping.
She lowered her head and saw the red rope still wrapped around her wrist.
Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.
She only walked a few hundred meters and arrived at the Temple of Immortals.
She prostrated herself in front of the Immortal Temple, and a piece of paper fell from her sleeve.
She picked it up, unfolded it, and saw a sentence written on it -
"Live and die together, break through the realm together, until we reach the Mahayana stage, and seek to ascend."
This was the oath that Yan Chen and Xian Shu made together back then.
now--
She paused and looked beside her. It was the original Xianshu. Like her, he was also wearing a red rope in his hand.
Is she fulfilling her vow with Xianshu on behalf of Yan Chen?
Noticing her gaze, Xianshu gently took the paper from her sleeve, read it in a low voice, and sighed softly.
"Yan Chen, I have now broken through to the Mahayana stage, and my wish has been fulfilled. Ascension is no longer possible. Living together is like an illusion, and dying together... I am no longer worthy."
"The hatred in this life is hard to let go."
"Yan Chen, kill me. Cut off my head with your own hands."
"I will transform into a rebellious evil spirit, and you will come with me."
"This way, I've fulfilled my wish."
Mingyao had a sword in her hand. Her hands trembled and she was completely confused about the current situation.
No, how did it come to this? Wasn't he supposed to ascend to heaven? Why did he turn into a rebellious evil spirit again?
Which step went wrong?
"Why?"
As if hearing her inner voice, Mingyao's body, which was out of his control, suddenly spoke.
Xian Shumu in front of him showed pity. He looked up at the statue of the immortal god, then looked down at Ming Yao. After a long moment, he grasped the sword in Ming Yao's hand, placed it against his neck, sighed softly, and hatred flowed between his brows.
"Yan Chen, we were deceived."
"We are nothing but nourishment."
A piece of red silk was stuffed into Mingyao's other hand before she could react.
With a puff.
The sword blade carried spiritual power and pierced through the flesh and blood.
Blood splattered all over Mingyao's face.
Xianshu's head fell to the ground.
But it’s not over yet.
One, two, three... Like seeds sprouting, his heads grew out of the ground one after another, all over the temple.
Mingyao's hair stood on end. The scene was too disgusting. She felt hot and cold all over, her heart was cold, her nerves were shrinking and tightening, and she instinctively began to draw on her spiritual power, trying to isolate herself from this place.
"Miss Mingyao." Beside him, the headless corpse of Xianshu did not let Mingyao go and spoke, "Let's begin."
"Let's find out which one is Xianshu's head."
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