Chapter 36: Demon Slayer (IV) The victory or defeat of ordinary cultivators in a battle is decided in an instant...
The battles between ordinary cultivators can often decide the outcome in an instant, but this is not the case with the battle between Song Qingtang and Xu Anzhi.
Chi Wanyin was lying on the side in a daze and could only see the huge puppet in the air still fighting fiercely with Song Qingtang, but she was too seriously injured and fainted again.
Perhaps she had waited too long for this day, so Xu Anzhi used almost all her means when facing Song Qingtang. She used the supporting flowers, puppet silk, and various magic weapons she had refined over the years to attack her mercilessly.
However, although Song Qingtang was a sword cultivator, he had never neglected his body building in the past, so under her heavy attacks, he only suffered minor injuries.
At the same time, she controlled Shi Shui to attack Xu Anzhi's huge puppet body, but this puppet body was also extremely tough, and the outcome of this battle was difficult to determine.
But perhaps Song Qingtang didn't want to delay any longer, she shouted and the light of the Shishui Sword in her hand suddenly increased. The cold air condensed on the sword, and this sword finally completely injured Xu Anzhi's puppet body.
Seeing this situation, she took advantage of the situation and continued to attack with several swords. The sword energy entered the body, and the mountain-like puppet body was covered with cracks, as if it was gradually collapsing. However, Song Qingtang knew that this would cause her no small loss. Fortunately, she was going to win.
At the right moment, the voice in Xu Anzhi's mind rang out, "Oh, you're going to lose. Sure enough, the other me is still unreliable."
Xu Anzhi interrupted her impatiently, "You can only come out if I die, right?"
The voice paused for a moment. "I don't want it to come to that. After all, you're just another me."
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Since when, there has been a different voice in Xu Anzhi's mind. The voice is exactly the same as hers, but she didn't take it seriously at first.
She thought it was just a silly prank by a fellow disciple or an illusion caused by her own exhaustion from practicing. As time went on, she discovered that the voice could always accurately predict everything that would happen in the next few days.
She began to panic. This was definitely not just an illusion.
So she began to seriously ask it in her mind, "Who are you?"
The voice was still teasing, "I am you, and you are me. You just need to know that I won't harm you."
Xu Anzhi was skeptical about this statement. Although she had always claimed that she was her, she always felt that this voice was very annoying. Combined with what she said, would her future self be so annoying? Xu Anzhi couldn't help but think silently.
As the cultivator's realm became more and more profound, she gradually regained her childhood memories, or perhaps those were things she had deliberately forgotten.
From then on, it often appeared in the form of dreams, the past event of the burning house, where A'niang was crushed by the beams and she risked her life to send her and A'mei out.
As she faced the burning house again, "Did you remember?" The voice seemed to have expected it. "If I told you that this was all deliberately designed, what would you do?"
"Who is it?" Xu Anzhi was already blinded by hatred.
"Heaven, or the ruler of this world, your fate has been determined long ago. You lost your loved ones, defected from the sect and became possessed by the devil, and finally ended up dead. If nothing unexpected happens, you will probably end up like me." The voice said the most chilling words in the most relaxed tone.
"Don't worry, I've already told you I won't hurt you. After all, you are me and I am you." It said to Xu Anzhi, whose eyes were red.
Xu Anzhi just cut his finger indifferently and wrote these words on the paper in front of him: I finally know the biggest secret in the world.
Perhaps because of her unstable mood, her handwriting was crooked and sloppy, but the slight pain could stimulate her and allow her to remain rational for the time being.
"How about this, you still have to defect and become a demon. The previous plot is still the same as before, but now the Heavenly Dao is possessed by someone. You just need to find him and kill him. Isn't it simple?" The voice guided her, and the tone was quite persuasive.
Xu Anzhi's eyes flashed with hatred and anger. She knew that her life was just a chess piece that could be manipulated at will, so the best revenge would be to kill the person who played chess between heaven and earth.
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Blood dripped from the Sword of Passing Water. Song Qingtang looked indifferently at the man who had retreated from his Dharma form and knelt before her. "Your magic weapon is indeed very powerful, but..."
"I am still stronger." The Sword of Flowing Water had pierced her chest, and Song Qingtang looked down at her condescendingly.
Xu Anzhi had lost the ability to continue fighting with her, and the group of demon cultivators were now just a spent force.
Song Qingtang took back the flowing water and shook off the blood drops on it with disgust. She was seriously injured in the process of killing Xu Anzhi.
At this moment, the demonic energy on her body was becoming more and more intense, but she seemed not to care at all. However, before she took a few steps, she turned around and saw a hand reaching out from Xu Anzhi's corpse.
There were several pieces of white bones. It seemed as if that thing had broken through her skin, and another monk emerged from her body. There was bloodthirstiness and madness in her eyes, but there was only a head, and everything from the neck below was white bones.
"What a pity." She shook her head and looked at the body on the ground. "She is still dead."
Song Qingtang's sword was already pointed at the monster, but she didn't seem afraid at all. She raised her hand and summoned a ball of black flame, "Go."
The black flame seemed invisible, but after it touched the Sword of Flowing Water, the coldness on it was easily dissipated.
She threw out several more talismans, trapping Song Qingtang in them.
The black flames burned Song Qingtang who was trapped inside. Even she couldn't help showing pain on her face. However, Xu Anzhi, who only had his head left, laughed.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness, she heard the voice in the sword realm say, with a hint of persuasion, "What are you still hesitating about?"
The next moment, Song Qingtang's other eye also turned golden. She looked down at the remaining Xu Anzhi in front of her and uttered contemptuously, "Ant."
Her injuries were healing rapidly, and her realm seemed to be breaking through. Liu Qianhe finally escaped and fed a pill to Chi Wanyin, who was lying on the ground. When she woke up slowly, she looked at this amazing scene. Chi Wanyin seemed to understand something, "Senior Sister finally accepted Him."
Although Liu Qianhe didn't know the inside story, he knew that this might not be a good thing. "Can you stop it?"
Chi Wanyin shook her head. "He and Senior Sister coexist. If I kill him, Senior Sister will also die." At this moment, she felt a huge sense of powerlessness in her heart.
Shishui also swung his sword on Xu Anzhi's head, and the head was immediately split into two halves, but even so, she was still conscious.
"What a pity." Xu Anzhi, whose head was split in two, said regretfully.
Song Qingtang no longer paid attention to the head. She just said to Chi Wanyin with an indifferent expression: "Fu Chu actually chose you to make the final bet with me. Don't worry, when the final day comes, I will not kill you for the time being."
Even so, the pressure she released still made Chi Wanyin feel pressured, but she still managed to stand up and looked directly at the other party, "I will win this bet."
His golden pupils grew increasingly blazing, revealing an expression of intense interest. "In that case, I'm looking forward to it."
The next moment, he disappeared in the Demon Palace. With Xu Anzhi's death, the remaining demon cultivators lost their greatest support and became leaderless. However, Galan and Luo Yin, who were confronting Yin Xuechan and Xu Yunting, took advantage of the chaos to escape.
Xu Yunting didn't care about the two of them. She walked all the way to the broken head, which seemed to still have some final meaning. "Ah, you did well, but I still couldn't get revenge. You can have the umbrella."
Xu Yunting held the head in his arms and sobbed softly, "Sister..."
Chi Wanyin, who was standing by, stopped Liu Qianhe and Yin Xuechan from approaching, and said, "Let her be alone for a while."
The injuries on her body were slowly healing, but she didn't care about that. She drew out her peach wood sword and pointed it at the remaining demon cultivators. Seeing her do this, the other two also took out their magic weapons.
After the three of them and the rest of the sect disciples dealt with all the evil cultivators, the head in Xu Yunting's arms became completely silent and disappeared into bits of spiritual power. She wiped away her tears and carried Chenghua on her back, but her eyes seemed no longer confused.
Chi Wanyin was covered in blood at the moment. Looking at her appearance, one could tell that perhaps she had truly grown up at this moment.
The battle to annihilate the demon cultivators has also come to an end, but unfortunately she does not feel any joy in her heart. When will the final day he mentioned be?
When leaving the Demon Palace, Chi Wanyin set a fire, burning the palace and the corpses of the demon cultivators inside before returning to Yantian Sect.
She remembered what her master said in the illusion that if she had any doubts, she could go find Ruomu, so she traveled day and night to return to Yantian Sect, and without even taking a rest, she went to where Ruomu was.
The tree is still lush and green today, the wind blows the swaying leaves, and the stone tablet underneath it still stands quietly there.
Chi Wanyin reached out and touched the trunk of the Ruomu tree, wanting to feel the breath of her master.
The next moment, her eyes went dark, and she saw Fu Chu, who was still wearing a Taoist robe, and the scene in front of her was still under the peach tree where the two played chess when they first met.
The look on her face seemed to indicate that everything was within her expectations. "You're here."
"Master, I met Him. What is the final day He mentioned?" Chi Wanyin asked bluntly.
Fu Chu's voice was tinged with a sigh. "This is a bet between Him and me. If the person I choose cannot stop her on the final day, she will ascend again and become a god here. At that time, both the mortal realm and the cultivation world will fall under His control."
Upon hearing this, Chi Wanyin's expression became much calmer than she had imagined. "I understand. If that's the case, my most urgent task is to break into the Spiritual Transformation Realm. Only then will I be able to fight Him."
Fu Chu pointed to the snowy plains in the north and said, "I heard there's a treasure in the snowy plains that can greatly increase one's cultivation. Your opportunity to advance to the Divine Transformation stage might lie in that treasure."
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