Chapter 135 Heartache "I was the one who was hurt, why does Master look so...
The southwest palace was shrouded in darkness, and seemed completely silent.
Yun Wanzhou listened carefully for a while before he realized that the noise came from outside the southwest palace.
He remembered that Xie Wuyang loved to be in a lively atmosphere, and he might be hiding somewhere chatting and drinking with people from the demon world.
But when he thought of the embarrassing situation Xie Wuyang and he faced in the house, Yun Wanzhou began to back down again.
Xie Wuyang hasn't come for such a long time, maybe he just doesn't want to come?
If that's the case, why should he bother himself with trouble?
Thinking of this, Yun Wanzhou stepped back into the house with his right foot and was about to close the door when he suddenly felt a shock in his heart.
A chill started to creep up from the soles of my feet and soon spread throughout my body, as if my tendons and veins were frozen.
He had no internal injuries, and the pain did not come from his body.
That place can only be...
When Yun Wanzhou thought of the Evil Ghost Village, he thought of the formation he had set up when Xie Wuyang's frost needle attacked him, and he almost instantly identified the source of the pain.
Xie Wuyang's frost needle took effect.
The spell cast by Yun Wanzhou can share the pain of the frost needles with Xie Wuyang, but as long as the frost needles are not removed from Xie Wuyang's body, they will still cause harm to Xie Wuyang's body.
It is not a pleasant feeling to have your spiritual power frozen. They are in the Demon Palace, and Xie Wuyang cannot use his spiritual power. What if he encounters danger?
Thinking of this, Yun Wanzhou stopped closing the door, put his index fingers together, cast a spell and used Emperor Tianmu to sense Xie Wuyang's location, but no matter what he did, he could not find Emperor Tianmu's location.
After repeated attempts, Yun Wanzhou's expression gradually became ugly.
He originally thought that Xie Wuyang's statement of going to gather information was just an excuse to ease the embarrassment. Could it be that he really went to find Song Duoyan?
Yun Wanzhou's heart sank.
The demon palace is huge and Yun Wanzhou is not familiar with it. It is not easy to find someone inside.
Fortunately, as soon as Yun Wanzhou walked out of the palace gate, he met the palace guards who were gathered together to eat meat, drink and rest.
The leading guard chuckled, "Not long ago, I thought I was doomed to die today, and considered secretly seeking out a deity for worship. Who knew I'd hear the Demon Lord issue an order to unify the cultivation world with us? After a century of silence, our demon race finally has a chance to redeem itself."
"Yes, yes." The subordinates echoed.
"Tonight we will celebrate and not leave until we are drunk! When we win a great victory tomorrow, we will use the heads of the immortals to serve wine!"
Yun Wanzhou strode forward. Before the guards could react, he gathered his spiritual power and froze everyone in place. "A big battle? What big battle are you talking about?"
The leading guard was unable to move, his eyes rolling around, "I only heard from the Demon Lord that he would lead us to attack the Immortal Gate, I don't know anything else."
"The demons are weak, how can we attack?"
Song Duoyan must be well aware of this, which is why he hid in the demon clan for hundreds of years without taking any action.
Why did they suddenly attack the Immortal Gate?
Yun Wanzhou felt a chill surge through his body, his face pale to the extreme. Something in his mind flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pulled out Shattered Snow and placed it around the neck of the leading guard. "Where is Song Duoyan's bedroom?"
"In..." The leading guard stuttered, looking unwilling to say more.
Yun Wanzhou pressed the sword down, blood rushing to the blade. "Speak."
The leading guard's expression changed instantly, and he said, "In, in the Chongyin Palace! The Chongyin Palace behind the hall!"
Yun Wanzhou gathered up the broken snow and turned away.
He was not clear about the layout of the demon world, and even though he knew the specific location of Chongyin Palace, it took him a long time to find it.
Chongyin Palace was surrounded by an unknown force. The pressure of that force was so great that even a Mahayana cultivator like Yun Wanzhou would feel a little uncomfortable when approaching. If it were an ordinary person, he would probably faint under this pressure.
He vaguely sensed what Song Duoyan wanted to do, and he became increasingly uneasy. He wished he could rush into the hall and find Song Duoyan to ask her clearly.
Even though he had a premonition, when Yun Wanzhou rushed into the hall and walked along the corridor to the stone gate, he was still shocked speechless by the scene before him.
The surging black energy engulfed the sky and destroyed the earth, turning Qianlong upside down.
In the black fog, the figures were so dense that their faces could not be seen clearly.
The moment he saw Xie Wuyang kneeling on the ground, Yun Wanzhou waved his hand, used his spiritual power to open a passage, and rushed in.
"Nothing!"
Just as they were about to see it, an invisible barrier suddenly appeared in front of them, separating Xie Wuyang and the other two.
Xie Wuyang turned his head with difficulty, his vision blurred.
The frost needles attacked, originally intended to freeze the spiritual energy and seal the tendons and veins, but for some reason, the spiritual energy in the body seemed to be inspired by something and kept rioting. Under the pull of the two forces, Xie Wuyang felt the pain of his tendons and veins being torn apart and his body was about to explode.
"Master..." Xie Wuyang gasped twice, his breath barely surging.
Even he himself was not sure if he made any sound, but Yun Wanzhou seemed to hear it, "Don't move, I will rescue you right away."
"Don't...don't come in..." Xie Wuyang shook his head weakly.
Yun Wanzhou didn't hesitate at all, pulled out the Shattered Snow and swung out a sword light.
The black fog dissipated due to the sword light, and then quickly gathered again in a short while, continuously.
Yun Wanzhou gritted his teeth and injected more spiritual power into the broken snow. Just as he was about to chop it down with his sword, applause rang out in the black fog.
"The Immortal Venerable has great skills. He found this place so quickly."
The sword energy collided with the barrier, and the powerful impact made Yun Wanzhou's chest numb and he took a few steps back.
A blurry figure walked closer and closer until it reached Xie Wuyang's side, half-knelt down, pinched Xie Wuyang's face and forced him to raise his head.
"Unfortunately... it's still a step too late."
Yun Wanzhou pursed his lips, his eyes filled with chills, "Let him go."
Song Duoyan tutted twice, his tone contemptuous, "You two have a deep master-disciple relationship."
Hearing this, Xie Wuyang sneered, "Do you also understand what master and apprentice are, and what deep love is?"
Song Duoyan increased the strength of his hands, leaving several red marks on Xie Wuyang's face. "I actually created such a stubborn person like you."
Song Duoyan's expression was gloomy, and he said coldly, "Your master doesn't know yet, right?"
Xie Wuyang's expression changed, and he held Song Duoyan's hand, "What do you want to do?"
Song Duoyan let out a sarcastic smile and suddenly turned to look at Yun Wanzhou. "Your Excellency, you followed me into the Demon Palace because you wanted to know the truth about the execution ground disaster that day. I can tell you now."
"You want to ask me why I was able to use Xie Wuyang's body to kill so many people that day."
Xie Wuyang exerted force with his fingertips, gritted his teeth, and threatened, "You can't tell him. If you dare, I will..."
Before he could finish his words, Song Duoyan suddenly put her index finger between his lips and whispered, "Shh."
Xie Wuyang only felt his lips tighten, and when he came to his senses, Song Duoyan had already broken the spell and he could no longer speak.
"I'm talking to Yun Xianzun, don't interrupt." After saying that, Song Duoyan turned her head, her peach-like eyebrows raised, and her tone was gentle, "Xianzun, do you know what kind of person this disciple of yours, who is so dear to your heart, is?"
Xie Wuyang's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled to get up from the platform. However, as soon as he left the ground, he lost his strength and collapsed heavily back onto the ground.
His ears were buzzing constantly, and the fear of Song Duoyan revealing his identity swept over him like a huge wave.
Xie Wuyang's throat spasmed, and he tried to force his way through the silencing spell. The backlash was corroding his internal organs and muddying his flesh and blood, but it was not even a fraction as painful as the pain in his heart.
Xie Wuyang's vision went dark and he felt like dying from the pain.
He knew that he was greedy and unforgivable. He was clearly full of sins, but he pretended to be an innocent disciple of the immortal sect. He was clearly irreconcilable with Yun Wanzhou, but he concealed his identity and tried to keep him.
But this world is unfair to him!
Why, after his death, was he dragged back five hundred years? Why was he left alone, thinking he had found warmth, and then was suddenly brought back to reality?
He was just used to being alone, and when he met such an innocent and good person, he wanted to settle down.
Is this wrong?
Amid the buzzing sound, Song Duoyan's voice was clearly audible, leaving Xie Wuyang with no way to escape.
Song Duoyan stood up slowly, raised his eyelids and met Yun Wanzhou's gaze. His voice was careless and extremely cruel, "Have you ever heard of puppets, Immortal Venerable, and..."
"Soul-making."
Xie Wuyang's body shook, and there was silence in his ears, leaving only the sound of his own heavy and disordered breathing.
No... not this...
Song Duoyan didn't say anything.
Song Duoyan didn't even know.
The joy of surviving the disaster suddenly flooded into my mind.
The tense string in Xie Wuyang's head suddenly relaxed, and he almost cried with joy and laughed out loud.
It turns out that Song Duoyan didn't know his identity.
It turns out...it turns out that they were just talking about puppets.
"What do you mean?" Yun Wanzhou frowned and asked through the barrier and black fog.
Song Duoyan raised his right hand, palm facing up, and made a loose clench.
The black energy that was isolating Yun Wanzhou in front of him was summoned and gathered in Song Duoyan's palm.
The surrounding black fog dissipated, revealing its original appearance.
There was blood on Xie Wuyang's lips from the backlash of the silencing spell, and he looked at him bitterly.
Behind him, thousands of identical faces, eyes as dark as the abyss, and heartless humanoid puppets were also looking forward, like a terrifying and vast painting.
Yun Wanzhou's pupils shrank, and the hand holding the sword trembled suddenly.
"Immortal Lord, can you see clearly?" There was evil in Song Duoyan's eyes. He raised his palm and clenched it lightly. When he opened it again, the black mist condensed into a thicker consistency.
It's a nightmare stone.
Song Duoyan said, "You probably don't know yet? When you and your disciple took the Nightmare Stone from Jiang Lin, he was the master of the Nightmare Stone and controlled it."
"Now that the Nightmare Stone has fallen into my hands, it can overturn the world of cultivation. All it takes is a thought."
Song Duoyan's expression suddenly became fierce. When he raised his eyes, the black mist of the Nightmare Stone gathered and turned into a sharp weapon, which was about to stab Yun Wanzhou.
Xie Wuyang didn't know where he got the strength from, but he burst out with an extremely powerful spiritual power.
In an instant, the sky and the earth roared, and thousands of puppets fell to the ground.
Song Duoyan took several steps back, and the sharp weapon condensed from the black mist deflected its force, barely brushing past Yun Wanzhou's side face, piercing through the stone gate and leaving cracks all over the wall.
Xie Wuyang gritted his teeth and propped himself up. He twisted his right wrist, summoned Zhuxie, and used the force to pounce forward.
The tip of the sword pointed downwards, stabbing towards Song Duoyan's eyes.
When their eyes met, they were similar in appearance but not in spirit.
As the cold light turned, Song Duoyan's beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with smiles, as if she was sure of victory and determined to win. She could see through the hearts of everyone present without making a sound.
At the same time, Zhuxie fell.
The feeling of flesh being pierced came from the other end of the sword. The person under him struggled a few times, then his arms dropped and he lost his life.
Xie Wuyang's heart was pounding, and it took him a long time to lower his head and look carefully.
The man on the ground had his pupil pierced by a sword. The sword went deep into the ground, but there was no blood or flesh.
It doesn't look like a human body at all.
It's a puppet.
Xie Wuyang's heart skipped a beat and he retracted the sword that was stuck in the puppet.
The barrier blocking the two of them dissipated.
Yun Wanzhou didn't bother putting the broken snow back into the sheath. He took two steps forward and took Xie Wuyang's shaky body into his arms. His voice was trembling slightly, which he himself didn't even notice. "It's okay, it's okay."
The pain of Frost Needle Punishment lies in the loss of all five senses. When the punishment occurs, the spiritual veins are frozen and the person being punished cannot use spiritual power.
Xie Wuyang looked like he had just been pulled out of the water. The sweat produced by his body instinctively wiped out all his clothes. His meridians were broken one by one due to the forced operation of spiritual power. Xie Wuyang could even hear the sound of his body collapsing.
Strangely enough, the frost needles didn't hurt anymore, and it seemed like it wasn't as unbearable this time.
Xie Wuyang forced himself to cheer up and opened his drowsy eyes.
When it fell on Yun Wanzhou's face, she suddenly found that his face was even paler than hers.
Everyone has selfish desires and wants their loved one to cry for them, laugh for them, and feel sad for them when they are hurt, as if this can prove their position in the other person's heart and their love for them.
Xie Wuyang was no exception. That's why, after realizing his true feelings, he always hoped that Yun Wanzhou would be closer to him, closer and closer, and that he would cry and laugh with him, instead of always having a sullen face.
But when he really saw Yun Wanzhou's expressionless face, he didn't feel as happy as he had expected. Instead, he felt only deep heartache.
Xie Wuyang raised his hand and pressed the hand that Yun Wanzhou had put on his shoulder. He curled his lips at him and said comfortingly, "I'm the one who was injured. Why does Master look even uglier than me?"
Maybe it was Xie Wuyang's illusion, but Yun Wanzhou's eyes became a little unnatural. When he tried to distinguish them more closely, Yun Wanzhou disappeared like a frightened bird or animal. "I'm fine. I'll take you away from here first."
"Yeah." Xie Wuyang nodded and stood up with the help of Yun Wanzhou.
He still hadn't recovered from the thrilling experience. Before leaving, his eyes swept over the scattered puppets, and a cold chill rose in his heart.
"Don't look at him anymore." Noticing his strangeness, Yun Wanzhou said softly, "You are different from them."
Is it really different?
"What's the difference?" Xie Wuyang asked.
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