Chapter 34: Self-destruction Yun Wanzhou was injured in order to save him. ...
This conjecture was indeed bold and presumptuous. Even Xie Wuyang himself felt that he had been driven insane by this illusion, which was why he had such an idea.
But for the current situation, this seems to be the only explanation left.
Xie Wuyang's lips moved slightly. "Lin Wujing, don't you understand? This illusion is also the product of your obsession."
As soon as the words fell, Lin Wujing seemed to have been touched in a sore spot and suddenly stopped. His hands were still tightly holding his head, and he lay on the ground with his knees bent. His eyes fell on Xie Wuyang and he said viciously, "Do you think you are a good person? You evil..."
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes and asked, "What?"
Lin Wujing's words came to an abrupt end at this moment.
The spiritual weapon in Lin Wujing's hand broke.
Ye Nan sat cross-legged on the side, watching the scene coldly.
The spiritual weapon turned into stars, first circling around the group of people, and then slowly fell down suddenly.
Lin Wujing suddenly came to his senses and reached out to grab it in panic, but the spiritual weapon pierced his palm in an instant.
"No... impossible... this can't be true..." Two lines of blood and tears appeared in his eyes. At first, it was just a little bit, but unexpectedly, more and more flowed, and in an instant, Lin Wujing's face was covered in blood.
The earth shook.
Xie Wuyang was caught off guard and almost bumped into a tree. Yun Wanzhou pulled him back and helped him stabilize himself.
Lin Wujing's voice was filled with tears, and he kept repeating words like "I'm not dead".
Covering your ears to steal the bell is deceiving yourself and others.
Ye Nan seemed to have sensed something as well. He struggled, dragging half of his body towards Yun Wanzhou, and raised his hand to tug at his clothes.
Like Lin Wujing's spiritual weapon, Ye Nan's body began to disintegrate from his legs and feet, and soon spread to his thighs and lower abdomen. Only his eyes remained clear and bright, without any fear of facing death.
Xie Wuyang had never seen such a person before, someone who had never done anything evil, yet seemed to have done all kinds of evil.
"Immortal Master...Immortal Lord..." Ye Nan's voice became weaker and weaker, and his neck turned into pieces.
The only remaining eyes seemed to be able to speak, like a calm and quiet pool of water.
The illusion shattered, and the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked.
In the chaos, a hand touched Xie Wuyang's eyes and held him in his arms. Lin Wujing's roar of collapse was in his ears, but Xie Wuyang could no longer see the scene of the shattered illusion.
Liquid dripped onto his face, accompanied by a fishy smell. He wondered if it was the blood left by the dead bird in the illusion.
"No... I can't! What right do you have to destroy all this? I created this, I am the master here, how can I allow you to trample on it at will!!"
A burst of spiritual power exploded, Lin Wujing clenched his fists, veins on his arms were exposed, and purple lines extended from under his robe, first his wrists and palms, and then Lin Wujing's face, which was covered with dirt and could not be recognized.
Those were similar lines to the ones Lin Wujing had hidden under his neck, a sign of backlash from the evil cultivator's devouring of spiritual energy.
Xie Wuyang pulled off Yun Wanzhou's hand, and the first thing he saw was Lin Wujing's almost monstrous appearance, and his face was horrified.
"Oh no, Lin Wujing is going to self-destruct!"
Before Xie Wuyang could finish his words, a white light suddenly appeared in his sight, and a huge impact force swept towards the two of them.
When a cultivator self-destructs his spiritual body, he can release all the spiritual power in his body and exert the greatest power in his life.
The self-detonation of a cultivator in the foundation-building stage could leave no grass growing within a ten-mile radius, let alone Lin Wujing, the elder of the Lotus Mist Sect.
Lin Wujing's cultivation had reached the Nascent Soul stage, and if he exposed his spiritual body, even Yun Wanzhou would find it difficult to escape unscathed. In a panic, he only had time to protect Xie Wuyang in his arms.
"Yun... Wanzhou?" Xie Wuyang's lips moved slightly, and he turned pale with horror.
The powerful spiritual power impacted the flying debris and all of it hit Yun Wanzhou. A golden light pierced through the chaos. Xie Wuyang felt a heat on his head and Yun Wanzhou held his head down and buried it in his arms.
"Don't move."
The chest his head was resting against trembled violently. Xie Wuyang wanted to look up to see what happened, but Yun Wanzhou held his head down tightly, not allowing him to retreat even a bit.
Confusion and shock flashed across Xie Wuyang's eyes, as if he couldn't believe it.
Is Yun Wanzhou crazy?
A muffled cough sounded in my ears, and sticky blood dripped down my forehead.
As his vision blurred, Xie Wuyang suddenly recalled an old memory.
To be more precise, it is the past of the original body Xie Wuyang.
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Reincarnation cannot inherit the memory of the body's owner, and Xie Wuyang doesn't know what year it is.
He didn't know how old he was, where he was, or what he was going to do. He could only feel his soul living in his small body. He didn't know if it was because of the cold or something, but his arms were numb. He could only rely on instinct to rub his shoulders to keep warm.
It was the familiar day of heavy snow, but on the contrary, the number of pedestrians on the streets increased instead of decreased, it was New Year.
The streets were filled with laughter and crowded with people. Above their heads were red lanterns that had not yet been lit. It was very lively.
Xie Wuyang walked on the road shivering, smelling the fragrance of steamed buns in the air, and finally couldn't help rushing forward to grab one.
Xie Wuyang was extremely skilled at this kind of thing. He had done it thousands of times and even planned his escape route.
But this time, luck did not favor Xie Wuyang.
The owner of the steamed bun shop brought a group of enthusiastic people and surrounded Xie Wuyang.
"I...I'm just too hungry. Can you let me go..."
A childish voice rang out, and the owner of the steamed bun shop leaned over and pushed Xie Wuyang's shoulder, saying in a stern tone, "This is the fourth time we've caught you stealing, right?"
Xie Wuyang thought about the two times he was caught and how he was scolded, so he closed his eyes.
The expected thing did not happen. The owner of the steamed bun shop kicked Xie Wuyang directly, "Do you think I won't do anything to you?"
Xie Wuyang certainly wouldn't be so self-righteous.
He had seen too many evil hearts and never expected anyone to be truly kind to him. Most of what he saw was malice.
This time the malice was even worse. The owner of the steamed bun shop beat him up severely. Although Xie Wuyang's life was not taken, Xie Wuyang was penniless and his clothes were extremely thin. They were torn in the beating. The bone-chilling coldness made Xie Wuyang more uncomfortable than death.
In this world of cultivation, only the strong survive. There are countless children like Xie Wuyang who live on the streets and die every year. Xie Wuyang is very lucky to be alive today.
The owner of the steamed bun shop took away the stolen steamed buns. Xie Wuyang was so hungry that he couldn't even stand up straight. He crawled to the busy intersection, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, "Please have mercy on me..."
Passersby hurried past Xie Wuyang, fearing that if they stayed any longer they would be contaminated by the beggar's dirty stuff.
Just when Xie Wuyang was in a daze and about to faint, a pair of white boots stopped right under his eyes.
Xie Wuyang desperately crawled forward and grabbed the man's legs, but then he remembered that he was covered in dirt and suddenly let go, "Immortal...Immortal...please save me..."
"How do you know I'm a cultivator?" A sharp voice came from above my head.
Xie Wuyang nervously shrank his fingertips. "I've seen other immortals' shoes. They're different from others. They say this kind of shoes is only worn by monks."
The figure in front of him swayed, as if he was about to bend down.
Xie Wuyang trembled uncontrollably, "Master..."
The gaze from above seemed to be examining him. Xie Wuyang paused for a moment, then raised his head blankly to meet an extremely handsome face.
Yun Wanzhou's eyes fell on Xie Wuyang's face, and he suddenly raised his hand to wipe the dirt off Xie Wuyang's cheek, "Too thin."
He immediately turned around and scanned the shops on both sides of the street, then asked, "Do you want to eat buns?"
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After an unknown amount of time, Xie Wuyang, who was lying on the ground, trembled his eyelashes and opened his eyes.
The sudden light was a little uncomfortable, and Xie Wuyang finally came back to his senses when he saw the dead tree trunk above his head.
He came out of the illusion.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang subconsciously wanted to look for Yun Wanzhou who had entered the illusion with him. However, when he turned around, he saw Yun Wanzhou lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
Xie Wuyang's heart trembled, and his first reaction was to raise his hand and touch Yun Wanzhou's breath. After making sure that the other party was still alive, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
But just as he was about to let out a sigh of relief, Xie Wuyang forced himself to hold it back.
No, why does he care about Yun Wanzhou's life or death?
His enemy was unconscious in front of him, barely breathing. Wasn't this the perfect opportunity for him to avenge his past life's grudge?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang's gaze looked around, and when he saw the broken snow not far from the two of them, his breathing suddenly stopped.
At this moment, in this situation, with the right time, right place and right people, as long as he stabbed Yun Wanzhou's chest with the broken snow, no one could stop him from getting the Nightmare Stone.
if only……
The moment he picked up the broken snow, Xie Wuyang's breathing became heavier.
Yun Wanzhou lay on his back on the ground, his snow-white robe stained with blood, and the rise and fall of his chest was almost invisible.
The sword tip of Shattering Snow flashed with cold light. Unlike in the illusion, this spiritual weapon that had recognized its master did not rush to resist Xie Wuyang. Instead, it quietly allowed Xie Wuyang to control it.
The tip of the sword cut through Yun Wanzhou's clothes, penetrating into his skin inch by inch, causing blood to flow.
Just as Xie Wuyang was about to exert force again and directly pierce Yun Wanzhou's heart, a picture suddenly flashed into Xie Wuyang's mind.
That was in an illusion. Lin Wujing attacked two people madly. Yun Wanzhou held him tightly in his arms, isolating all the attacking spiritual power.
Yun Wanzhou was injured while saving him.
Xie Wuyang's strength suddenly stopped.
If he took Yun Wanzhou's life at this moment, wouldn't he be considered a villain who repaid kindness with enmity?
Xie Wuyang made a "tsk" sound, threw the broken snow aside, and then dragged Yun Wanzhou to a tree nearby with a reluctant look on his face.
His hands were sticky from being soaked in Yun Wanzhou's blood, and Xie Wuyang rubbed them on Yun Wanzhou's robe in disgust.
After being dragged for such a long distance, Yun Wanzhou showed no signs of waking up. It must be that his meridians were injured. Otherwise, with his level of cultivation, this injury would have healed on its own in no time, and he would not have ended up in this situation.
The only thing to do now is to wait for Xu Pingsheng to find them.
But Yun Wanzhou looks so badly injured. Could he have died from excessive blood loss?
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips, retrieved the Broken Snow Sword and placed it in Yun Wanzhou's arms, adjusting his arms into a hugging position.
If the spiritual power of Suixue can help Xie Wuyang in an emergency in the illusion, then it should also be able to help the master heal his injuries.
However, Shattered Snow had been used many times in the illusion, and its spiritual power was sparse, so the effect of healing was minimal.
Xie Wuyang stared at Yun Wanzhou's bloodless face, raised his hand and placed it on Yun Wanzhou's chest, gathered the spiritual power in his sea of consciousness, and transferred it into Yun Wanzhou's body.
But it’s not enough, far from enough.
The spiritual power of a cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage is too little, and the spiritual power transferred into Yun Wanzhou's body is like a drop in the ocean.
Even if Xie Wuyang used up all the spiritual power that Yun Wanzhou had stored in the spell, Yun Wanzhou showed no signs of waking up.
Xie Wuyang could hardly hold on any longer, and his lips began to tremble.
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