Chapter 146 Life “Though the day of death is still the year of life.”…
Under the impact of the two spiritual powers, the residual power of the breakthrough stirred up a strong wind and a continuous roar.
Xie Wuyang shouted angrily, his tone urgent, "Xu Pingsheng, are you a fool? Why would you want to destroy your own spiritual vein?!"
All around were disciples fleeing quickly, and amid the noise, no one lingered.
Only Xie Wuyang went against the crowd and ran quickly in the opposite direction.
When Song Duoyan heard this, she was stunned for a moment, then looked at Xu Pingsheng and laughed out loud.
"Do you think you can stop me by sacrificing yourself?"
Xu Pingsheng looked up in the light, his eyes half calm and half compassionate, "I know I can't stop you."
"Oh?" Song Duoyan raised his eyebrows with interest.
He never expected that Xu Pingsheng's next words would instantly make his smile freeze on his face.
"I only wish to use my life's cultivation to stop you for a moment."
"Instantly?" Song Duoyan looked at his innocent face and couldn't help but feel a little amused. "What happens after that?"
"The law of nature is reincarnation, karma will prevail. A moment is enough."
As soon as he finished speaking, a surge of spiritual light roared towards the demons with the force of a tidal wave.
Wherever they went, the black fog dissipated and vegetation grew.
Under the huge spiritual power, Song Duoyan subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face and summoned the devilish energy to block in front of him.
The demon soldiers behind him were not so lucky.
The black fog devoured everything, but the spiritual power generated by the Nascent Soul's self-explosion was used for salvation.
Save all evil spirits.
Whether it is the demon clan or the puppets created by Song Duoyan, the source of their power is the resentment of the world, which is extremely evil.
Due to the spiritual power, every time the demon army passed an inch, there was chaos and wailing everywhere.
Song Duoyan's face turned ugly for a moment, and he swung the hand in front of him violently. The magic pattern on his forehead flashed, and a huge energy blocked the demon army, competing with Xu Pingsheng's power, and refused to give in.
"I underestimated you." Song Duoyan sneered, and as he turned his palm, black air gathered around him.
The sky and the earth opened and closed, the earth collapsed and the rocks cracked.
The Nightmare Stone is born.
Xie Wuyang had no spiritual power at all, and just as he was about to rush to Xu Pingsheng's side, he was bounced back by the spiritual power generated by the cultivator's self-explosion.
Under the huge pressure, it is impossible to get close.
Xu Pingsheng pulled out the phoenix feather stuck in the ground, and his sword and body were all covered with flames transformed from spiritual power.
His spiritual veins were gone, and his body no longer had a container that could carry spiritual power. Years of cultivation became the sharpest sword, trying desperately to break away from the host's body until the host's flesh was burned out, returning to heaven and earth, and looking for a new home.
The flames burned fiercely, and the five-colored light made Xu Pingsheng's face clearer than ever before.
Xu Pingsheng looked back in the firelight, glanced at his fellow immortals who were fleeing towards the attic, and finally his eyes fell on Xie Wuyang who was still trying hard to get closer.
There was so much noise and shouting that they couldn't hear each other.
Xie Wuyang could only rely on his years of experience and interpret Xu Pingsheng's words based on the shape of his lips.
That was a belated apology.
After the interrogation, the two met again, and Xu Pingsheng also told him.
At that time, Xie Wuyang did not take it to heart, but now that he has taken it to heart, he is facing dangers lurking everywhere and a life-or-death situation.
"I'm sorry." The voice hadn't come yet, but it was still ringing in my ears.
Mixed with the sound of wind.
Xu Pingsheng suddenly raised his hand, and a wisp of the burning spiritual power passed through the smoke and flames of war and landed on Xie Wuyang.
It's a teleportation talisman.
When Xie Wuyang lowered his eyes and saw the talisman paper, his fingertips curled violently.
I saw that on the talisman paper, on the side of the cinnabar, the bloodstains almost overlapped with it.
Xie Wuyang didn't have time to think about it and suddenly looked up.
He wanted to say something, but he had nothing to say.
When he finally looked at Xu Pingsheng, all that was left was the spiritual fire that seemed to burn everything, and the dazzling white when the teleportation formation was activated.
The vast universe is filled with overwhelming pressure.
Xu Pingsheng drew his sword and strode forward, killing countless demons wherever he went.
But how can a mortal body compete with that unconscious, immortal puppet?
The sound of golden clashes rang out, and the demons swarmed in.
The spiritual fire burned out and the black fog restarted.
Xu Pingsheng's words became the last remaining clarity, as if they could drive away the evil in people's hearts.
He said, "Even the day of death is the day of life."
Although dead, you are still alive.
…
The dazzling white light dissipated, and when he regained his sight, Xie Wuyang had already returned to the attic.
There was a flurry of questions ringing in my ears.
"Junior brother, how do you feel?"
"How are the others doing?"
"Have you seen Elder Zhao of the Qiankun Sect?"
Xie Wuyang opened his eyes amidst the noise, his gaze vaguely sweeping across the many faces in front of him, unable to recover from the battle at the Cangqiong Mountain Gate.
Until a cold voice came through the crowd and clearly reached my ears, "No harm."
The disciples were silent for a moment and then made way.
Yun Wanzhou walked towards him with a pale face and a tired look on his brow.
As he approached, he bent his knees, half-crouched, and supported Xie Wuyang's arm. He searched Xie Wuyang's body for a moment, making sure he was not injured, then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Where is Elder Rong Ling?"
When Rong Ling was mentioned, the color on Xie Wuyang's face disappeared completely. "Elder Rong Ling and other disciples are still on their way to the attic."
Xie Wuyang's lips moved, hesitating to speak, "Senior Brother, he..."
When Yun Wanzhou met Xie Wuyang's flickering gaze, he had a bad feeling in his heart.
"You said the others were on their way. How did you get back?"
Xie Wuyang's hesitant words came to an abrupt halt, and his drooping fingertips suddenly curled up.
Because of Yun Wanzhou's arrival, no one around Xie Wuyang spoke, and the surroundings were silent.
After Yun Wanzhou asked the question, all the disciples looked at Xie Wuyang, waiting for his answer.
Countless pairs of eyes, like countless invisible threads, bound Xie Wuyang, pinched his limbs, and clamped his throat, making it difficult for him to breathe.
Silence lingered for a long time, and then Xie Wuyang's slightly hoarse voice sounded.
He didn't directly respond to Yun Wanzhou's question, but only asked: "If I self-destruct my spiritual vein, is there still a way to survive?"
Yun Wanzhou was stunned, and even his breathing stopped for a moment.
"In his life, he..."
"Senior Brother covered the retreat for everyone, blew up his own spiritual vein, and single-handedly stopped the demon army of tens of thousands."
This sentence, like a thunderbolt, landed on everyone's mind unexpectedly.
Amidst the utter silence, a voice, soft and low, yet clearly heard by everyone, "Xie Junior Brother... what did you just say? Who blew up their own spiritual vein?"
Xie Wuyang's breathing stagnated, and he looked up at the source of the sound in surprise.
Outside the barrier, all the disciples looked miserable and covered in wounds.
The elder leading the disciples, who had been seen earlier, was unconscious for some reason and was being held up by the other disciples. Hearing the movement behind him, the disciple leaned to the side, revealing his face that had been obscured from view.
It was a woman's face.
Her facial features are gentle and her cheeks are softly contoured. Although she may not be stunning at first glance, if you look at her for a long time, you can always see some unique charm in this face, which makes her worthy of the word "beauty".
As this face came completely into view, all the dull and suppressed guilt that had not yet come to its senses burst out like a flood.
For a moment, Xie Wuyang even wanted to hide in the crowd. He didn't dare to look up at Liu Yuqin's eyes. He was afraid of the questioning and brokenness revealed in those usually gentle eyes, and was afraid of the blame and rebuke in them.
"Thank you, Junior Brother..." She received no answer. The anxiety and fear in her heart seemed to overwhelm Liu Yuqin. It took a lot of effort to suppress her fear and not collapse on the spot. She could only ask stubbornly with a trembling voice, "Junior Brother, why don't you say anything..."
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and opened them again, his lips trembling as he opened them, "I..."
He didn't know what had happened between Liu Yuqin and Xu Pingsheng.
But anyone who saw it could see the affection in Liu Yuqin's eyes when she looked at Xu Pingsheng.
Xie Wuyang was very familiar with this look.
Every time he looked into Yun Wanzhou's eyes, day and night, the strong emotions in his heart seemed to overwhelm him.
It is unforgettable and irreversible.
And now, Xu Pingsheng died because of him. This result was too cruel for his nominal senior sister.
Xie Wuyang couldn't speak.
The clenched fist trembled slightly until it was held by a slightly cold and scarred hand.
Yun Wanzhou raised his other hand, lifted Xie Wuyang's chin, looked into his red eyes, and saw his guilt and sorrow.
There was no vitality in those eyes a long time ago, sometimes even making Yun Wanzhou feel that they were completely different from his previous little disciple. But the moment he touched them, his heart softened for no reason, and he was willing to use his limited tenderness to soothe all the pain in this person's heart.
He doesn't know how to comfort others. He is tongue-tied and boring and can't say anything nice.
Just as he flicked his sleeves to open the barrier, he racked his brain and clumsily quoted from the books he had read over the years, "There is no boundary between right and wrong. You died for justice, and you feel guilty, which is good. Liu Yuqin and the other two grew up together, and now you feel good too. She should know."
Xie Wuyang's eyes trembled uncontrollably, "Master, I..."
Yun Wanzhou loosened his grip on his fist and stroked his head instead, "No matter what the road ahead holds, I will be with you."
Xie Wuyang's clenched fist suddenly loosened, and he raised it for a moment as if to touch Yun Wanzhou's waist, but he came to his senses at the moment when he was about to touch it, paused in mid-air, and finally curled up and retracted it in disappointment.
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he had already made up his mind.
"Senior Sister." His eyes collided in mid-air with Liu Yuqin who was gradually approaching.
Liu Yuqin paused.
Xie Wuyang's heartbeat was deafening, and his throat was tight. "Brother, in order to stop Song Duoyan... he blew up his own spiritual vein. Now there is no news, and his life or death is uncertain..."
Liu Yuqin's body shook, and she finally couldn't hold on.
"Senior Sister!" A disciple beside her was quick to support Liu Yuqin the moment she collapsed to the ground. "Are you okay, Senior Sister?"
Liu Yuqin's face was pale, and her whole body was shaky and fragile, as if she would break at any moment.
"Nothing." Liu Yuqin shook her head reluctantly.
"Can I help you go to the side and rest for a while?" The disciple looked worried.
When Liu Yuqin was helped away by the disciple, Xie Wuyang was still staring at the empty ground in front of him, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
Yun Wanzhou had been sitting beside him.
With the return of Elder Rong Ling, the poisonous fog in the disciples' bodies was suppressed, and their minds, which had been tense for a long time, were able to relax. Now the only thing that disturbed his mind was the little disciple beside him.
I don’t know how long it took, but Xie Wuyang finally came back to his senses from his detached state and started moving.
"What's wrong?" Yun Wanzhou's face was still full of worry, and he immediately looked at Xie Wuyang who wanted to get up.
"There is something I want to ask Elder Rong Ling." Xie Wuyang said.
"What's the matter?" Yun Wanzhou stood up immediately.
Xie Wuyang frowned, turned around and asked, "Master, have you ever heard of Wind Spirit Grass?"
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