Chapter 150 Host "If the host is destroyed, the nightmare stone will dissipate."...
Xie Wuyang wanted to speak, but bitterness surged in his throat and he couldn't even breathe.
It felt like five hundred years had passed before I found my voice again.
"Disciple thanks Master for clearing up my doubts..." Xie Wuyang's eyes flushed red, and his voice was like gravel. "I know the answer now."
After he finished speaking, Xie Wuyang almost couldn't wait to turn his back, fearing that he would lose his composure in front of Yun Wanzhou.
"But Master said something wrong. Master is a good Master, it's me who failed to fulfill my duty..."
At this moment, the barrier shook and the Snow-Breaking Sword rang out.
From the attic came the disciples' cries of alarm, "It's the demons! The demons are coming!"
The explosion of the barrier being broken drowned out everything.
Yun Wanzhou looked up and saw billowing smoke everywhere.
Xie Wuyang's words penetrated through layers of obstruction and landed on his ears, four words that were emphasized with particular emphasis: "Respect your teachers."
Yun Wanzhou paused when he wanted to summon Suixue, and his sight was a little slow. Before he could see Xie Wuyang, the person in front of him had already turned around resolutely, walking alone towards the center of the chaos.
An inexplicable panic suddenly swept over Yun Wanzhou's heart, spreading densely to every part of his body.
Yun Wanzhou chased after him almost subconsciously. When he was only one step away from Xie Wuyang, a powerful spiritual power suddenly hit Yun Wanzhou's abdomen and forced him to stop.
"I'm fine!" While hurriedly using broken snow to block the attack, Yun Wanzhou called out Xie Wuyang's name almost anxiously.
But amidst the raging flames of war, the clash of weapons, and the chaos that reigned, those two short words were like a stone sinking into the ocean, their power minimal.
Xie Wuyang's figure was quickly swallowed up by the dust rising from the ground. Yun Wanzhou's fear continued to grow. He ignored the severe pain in his abdomen caused by the impact of spiritual power, and turned the broken snow into sword energy and slashed it, then hurriedly chased after him.
Just two or three feet away, there was a world clearly separated from the flames of war. On one side, the demon clan and the immortal sect were in dire straits, while on the other side, the two opposing factions lived in peace.
In front of the army of tens of thousands, the two Fire Winds snuggled up to each other with lazy looks.
Song Duoyan stood in the middle of the fire, his eyes lowered, and he casually played with the folding fan in his hand.
Tu Si was wearing a mask and followed Song Duoyan closely like a shadow.
From time to time, the roar of spiritual power colliding could be heard from behind him, but for some reason, Xie Wuyang's mood was unusually calm.
When people are on the verge of death, it is easier for them to see things clearly.
Xie Wuyang's brows were calm, and he stared at Song Duoyan silently for a long time.
"You want to resist my demon army by yourself?" Song Duoyan raised his eyelids and his gaze fell casually on Xie Wuyang.
"It's not just my own work." Xie Wuyang replied calmly.
Song Duoyan paused playing with his folding fan and raised an eyebrow with interest, "Are you referring to those idiots from the Immortal Sect?"
Xie Wuyang: "I only believe that evil cannot defeat good."
"Evil cannot defeat good?" Song Duoyan suddenly laughed as if he had heard something very funny. "What a saying that evil cannot defeat good."
Song Duoyan's expression changed, and his figure flashed, his face only inches away from Xie Wuyang. "Do you know what happened to the last person who told me that good cannot prevail over evil?"
Song Duoyan's eyes flashed with self-mockery, and he pulled the corners of his lips sarcastically and said softly, "He's dead."
As soon as the words fell, a sword light quickly flashed across the eyes of the two men. In the blink of an eye, Zhuxie was already at Song Duoyan's neck. The sharp sword blade moved slightly, leaving a bright blood mark.
"I'm not him, so how can the result be the same?"
Song Duoyan's eyebrows turned cold, "Tu Si."
At the command, a fierce wind blew over. Before Xie Wuyang could see where Tu Si came from, the masked face had already flashed to his side. He slapped Zhuxie with one palm and then slapped Xie Wuyang's left shoulder with another palm.
The bones made a crisp sound, Xie Wuyang's face turned pale, and he groaned. He managed to withstand the powerful spiritual power from the palm strike with his bare hands, and stabbed Tu Si in the abdomen with a sword in his backhand.
"I said, I am not him!" As soon as he finished speaking, he twisted the hand holding Zhuxie fiercely, and the sword pierced through the flesh in an instant, revealing the cold sword tip.
At the same time, a huge pressure poured down, stirring Xie Wuyang's flesh and blood.
Xie Wuyang's eyes suddenly turned white, and a surge of spiritual power fell on his chest.
□□ fell to the ground, cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and dense pain spread throughout his body.
It was as if his vision was taken away, and Xie Wuyang's sight was filled with darkness.
Under severe pain, hearing becomes extremely sensitive.
I could hear distinct footsteps, slow and dull, approaching. After an unknown amount of time, they stopped right beside my ear.
A shadow fell on Xie Wuyang's head. Someone slowly squatted down and looked at his painful face with an aggressive look.
Song Duoyan's voice was cold, like a venomous snake crawling on Xie Wuyang's body, "I underestimated you."
Xie Wuyang's head was dizzy and his vision was dark, but he still stared stubbornly with his eyes wide open, staring at Song Duoyan, gritting his teeth and saying, "Yes."
A pair of invisible hands suddenly grabbed his neck. "I wanted to spare your life because I created you, but you're not grateful, and you're opposing me at every turn."
The invisible hands tightened little by little, and Xie Wuyang's breathing became gradually difficult.
"If you don't want to live, then just die."
There was a darkness in Song Duoyan's eyes, reflecting Xie Wuyang's struggling face with bloodshot eyes. There was a cold smile on the corners of his lips, as if he was admiring a dying prey, until the prey's struggles gradually became smaller, its breathing gradually disappeared, and it remained motionless.
The smile on Song Duoyan's lips widened little by little. He wiped the blood from his neck. When his gaze stopped at the Zhuxie in Xie Wuyang's hand, his expression suddenly became murderous.
Just as he bent down slightly, wanting to take the sword away and destroy it, the man who had just stopped taking a deep breath suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the Emperor Tianmu and hit Song Duoyan on the chest, muttering something. The spiritual power of the Emperor Tianmu turned into silk thread, seeped into the chest cavity, and bound the beating heart.
Under the heart, the nightmare stone moved strangely.
The blood flowing from his throat dyed his lips and teeth red, but Xie Wuyang's smile grew wider and wider, more and more wanton.
His cultivation is not enough, his spiritual veins are broken, and how can his mortal body withstand the powerful force of the Nightmare Stone?
As Song Duoyan's expression suddenly changed, the Nightmare Stone used the bodies of Emperor Tianmu and Xie Wuyang as a medium to slowly pull itself out of Song Duoyan's torn heart.
The enormous force seemed to tear the skin and flesh apart and devour the blood and flesh.
Xie Wuyang was shaking with pain, but the hand on Song Duoyan's chest remained motionless like a huge mountain.
"Are you crazy?" Veins popped out on Song Duoyan's forehead, and cold sweat from the pain slid down his neck and dripped onto the ground.
With his face distorted, even speaking became a luxury. Song Duoyan used all his strength to squeeze out two words from his lips and teeth, "Tu, Si..."
Tu Si pointed his toes and flew forward. A long sword flew towards him and pierced his chest.
Yun Wanzhou came from the sky, and with a wave of his sleeve, the broken snow returned as summoned.
Tu Si's body turned into black mist in the air and slowly dissipated.
Yun Wanzhou landed steadily on the ground, quickly regained consciousness, and ran towards Xie Wuyang, "I'm fine!"
Seeing that he was only one step away from Xie Wuyang, a tremendous force suddenly erupted, blocking the two of them.
The spiritual power in Xie Wuyang's palm became stronger and stronger, first between his lips, then to his eyes, ears, and nostrils. The fishy and rusty blood rushed out, dyeing his hair red, and gathered on the ground.
The nightmare stone gradually took shape in Xie Wuyang's abdominal cavity, and the black fog was surging, as if it was going to swallow him and Song Duoyan alive.
Yun Wanzhou's voice became more and more urgent, and he even began to collapse, but Xie Wuyang didn't even dare to look back at him.
He was afraid that if he just turned back, if he just touched the man's eyes, his determination to die would be shaken, and the greed buried in his heart would burst out like a flood.
Xie Wuyang stared at Song Duoyan, his throat choked by blood and his chest shook violently.
Xie Wuyang laughed wildly, blood foam spurting out of his mouth, like a madman, "You think you have planned everything perfectly, but you forgot that everything exists and has flaws. You created the Nightmare Stone, but the Nightmare Stone recognizes me as its master..."
"In this battle, I..."
"I didn't lose!" The powerful force tore his body apart and spread out in all directions. Xie Wuyang roared with almost all his strength.
The moment the nightmare stone was completely separated from Song Duoyan's body, a huge force backfired on him, knocking him away instantly.
Xie Wuyang clenched his hand tightly around the Nightmare Stone, allowing the raging force to tear the flesh off his hands.
The pain was so severe that it didn't hurt anymore. However, the blood under my body became more and more, like a vast river of blood.
The emotions in Yun Wanzhou's eyes were shattered, and the sword energy and spiritual power were inexhaustible, hitting the invisible barrier.
It's useless.
It's useless.
Even if it was replaced by flesh and blood, the clenched fists would hit the barrier again and again, leaving traces of blood, but the barrier would not move at all.
"You, the demon clan, are my disciples. This is the business of the Immortal Sect, why should you bear the responsibility!"
Xie Wuyang's entire face was stained with blood, and even his eyes looked cloudy. "You said... I am... your disciple..."
Yun Wanzhou considers the Immortal Sect and the common people as his innate responsibility, so how can he just stand by and watch?
"Thank you for being safe!" Yun Wanzhou's eyes were bloodshot, and he punched the barrier with all his spiritual power.
Dark bloodstains flowed along the barrier like a winding red river.
"What a lunatic." Song Duoyan coughed a few times and stood up shakily from the ground.
The nightmare stone forcibly left the body, leaving a bloody hole in the chest. In the hole, half of the blood-red heart was missing, but it was still beating tenaciously.
Song Duoyan seemed to feel no pain, and the blood on her face made her look even more weird and charming.
He suddenly turned around and gave Yun Wanzhou a cold smile, "Yun Wanzhou, you probably don't know the price of destroying the Nightmare Stone."
Yun Wanzhou stopped moving his hands, and his provocative gaze met Song Duoyan's in the air.
The corners of Song Duoyan's eyes were stained red with blood, and his eyes were filled with sarcasm and provocation, as well as a hint of conspiracy. His voice was hollow, like a demon crawling out of hell, approaching Yun Wanzhou step by step, "If the host is destroyed, the nightmare stone will dissipate."
The host is destroyed.
Then the nightmare stone will disperse.
Host……
Destroy?
It turns out that when you think you have fallen into the abyss, there is still an abyss beneath the abyss.
Even though he had guessed it long ago, when he heard the truth, Yun Wanzhou still swayed in disbelief and almost collapsed to the ground.
The moment Yun Wanzhou caught a glimpse of Xie Wuyang, his heart felt as if it were tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and it became extremely difficult for him to breathe.
"The host is dead..." Yun Wanzhou murmured, his eyes seemed to be caught in a huge whirlpool, all his emotions were trapped in it, unable to struggle out.
He was almost crazy, using all the spiritual power he could find in his spiritual veins, but the power of the Nightmare Stone was unattainable and even transcended the three realms. How could Yun Wanzhou, a mortal cultivator, break through the shackles of the Nightmare Stone no matter how powerful he was?
The huge loss made Yun Wanzhou's whole body feel like it was being eaten by ants, with countless dense and tiny wounds torn out.
My emotions were on the verge of despair, and in a trance, I seemed to have returned to many years ago.
The Cangqiong Mountain rises to the top of the clouds. He returns from his travels and brings back a lonely and helpless child.
The child was skinny, but his eyes were clear and innocent. Holding his hand, he stepped into the gate of Cangqiong Mountain step by step.
Maybe it was wrong from that moment on.
If he had found a good family for Xie Wuyang after saving him, instead of bringing him to Cangqiong Mountain and stubbornly accepting him as his disciple out of his affection for the Immortal Venerable Qiongrao, would the situation today not have been like this?
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