Chapter 48: Near Death (Overhaul) He just happened to occupy his apprentice...
After reaching the Great Perfection of the Mahayana stage, if one can successfully avoid the heavenly thunder tribulation, one can ascend to become an immortal and go to the fairyland.
If such people want to come to the mortal world, they will be greatly interfered with by the laws of nature and will not be able to intervene in the affairs of the mortal world.
Although the man in black has unfathomable cultivation and powerful spiritual power, there is no restriction in his attacks. He is definitely not a person who has ascended.
If it is not Mahayana, could it be the incarnation of the spirit?
Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes, knowing that this person was difficult to deal with. He wanted to summon his magic sword and fly away, but as soon as he jumped, he was slapped to the ground.
Demonic energy was spreading from the spiritual weapon, Xie Wuyang spat out a mouthful of blood, and the hand holding the sword suddenly loosened.
"Who are you...?" Xie Wuyang held Xuelian tightly.
The man in black walked up to Xie Wuyang and stood in front of him, his eyes fixed on him, his expression unchanged.
"You don't need to know."
Xie Wuyang swallowed the bloody smell in his throat, moved his body with difficulty, and pressed Xuelian under him.
He has always been selfish and not good at benefiting others. Even if he can't get any benefits himself, he will not let others have an easy life.
Looking at this man's appearance, even if we get the snow lotus, there is no way we will let him leave safely.
At worst, I can just destroy the snow lotus so that no one can get it. That would be great.
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang held Xuelian's hand and gathered his spiritual power, wanting to turn him into powder.
Yun Wanzhou was having a hard time protecting himself at the moment, so Xie Wuyang didn't expect him to come and save him.
Anyway, his life was secretly picked up, and every day is a gift from heaven and earth. In this way, he has never suffered any loss.
The person in front of him seemed to squat down, his eyes cold and icy.
He placed his five fingers on top of Xie Wuyang's head and lightly punched him, gathering his spiritual power to try to pin him down.
Xie Wuyang's expression changed slightly, and the iceberg snow lotus in his hand became a little hot under the catalysis of spiritual power. It would disappear from the world with just a little effort.
As the palm wind fell above his head, an idea suddenly popped up in Xie Wuyang's mind.
If Yun Wanzhou hadn't waited for him for a long time and came to look for him and found the body of his apprentice, would he feel sad?
As his thoughts converged, Xie Wuyang seemed to have returned to the moment of his death in his previous life.
When he touched the blank tombstone at the Holy Tomb, a piece of peach blossom fell on his shoulder. Xie Wuyang turned around and looked, and happened to meet the cold and ruthless eyes of the Immortal Venerable.
Xie Wuyang already knew the answer to this question.
Even during these days, Yun Wanzhou treated Xie Wuyang very well, so well that Xie Wuyang had many moments when he wanted to let go of the stubbornness and hatred of his previous life, and Xie Wuyang knew it in his heart.
Yun Wanzhou is a man of integrity and honesty, and he would never allow such a devil like him to survive in this world.
He just happened to occupy his disciple's body and deceived the Immortal Master into showing him a moment of tenderness.
Xie Wuyang closed his eyes and exerted force with his palms. At the moment when the iceberg snow lotus shattered, a strong palm wind fell from above his head.
Suddenly stopped.
With the sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed, a spiritual power flew across the sky and wrapped around Xie Wuyang's body. When he opened his eyes again, Xie Wuyang was already standing opposite the man in black.
The iceberg snow lotus in his hand was protected by a light blue spiritual power and was about to break.
When he turned around, Xie Wuyang met a handsome face.
His face is as pretty as jade, his eyebrows are sharp and his eyes are bright.
"Master..." Xie Wuyang couldn't help but say it out loud, his expression unable to hide his shock.
The chill in Yun Wanzhou's eyes was bone-chilling, but it subsided slightly when he looked at Xie Wuyang. He pursed his lips and asked, "Are you hurt?"
"Not... not yet." Xie Wuyang's tongue was tied for a moment and he stuttered.
Yun Wanzhou obviously didn't believe him, and his hand, which was not as powerful as his spiritual power, gently scratched Xie Wuyang's back, causing him to gasp in pain.
"hiss--"
Yun Wanzhou paused and retracted his hand. "It's nothing serious, just some minor injuries."
After saying that, he didn't linger on Xie Wuyang any longer, and his eyes turned to the man in black.
Yun Wanzhou was only one step away from ascending to heaven, but for some reason, when he looked at the person in front of him, he felt that this person was unfathomable and he couldn't even tell his cultivation level.
Realizing this, Yun Wanzhou narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xie Wuyang came to his senses belatedly and stared at Yun Wanzhou's hand around his waist in a daze for a moment.
When fighting with the man in black, he even had the intention of dying.
Yun Wanzhou had clearly lost all his spiritual power. How could he...
Xie Wuyang paused for a moment, and an absurd idea popped up in his mind.
The spiritual power of a cultivator is gathered in the sea of consciousness, and spiritual consciousness is the place of origin.
Even a Foundation Establishment cultivator, if he burns his spiritual consciousness, can even fight against a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Could it be that Yun Wanzhou used the power of origin?
Thinking of this, Xie Wuyang's eyes gradually changed from shock to complexity, revealing an indescribable meaning.
If this was true, he didn't know how to view Yun Wanzhou.
The monk's soul is burning, and the pain is no different from that of an ordinary person having his flesh, skin and bones removed.
Xie Wuyang never thought that Yun Wanzhou would do this for his apprentice.
When he was on the verge of death while confronting the man in black, certain thoughts involuntarily emerged again, like several intricately tangled silk threads, tightly binding Xie Wuyang, causing his breathing to stagnate and his fingers to spasm.
Yun Wanzhou's eyebrows seemed to be stained with frost and snow, and he was extremely sharp. The unsheathed Broken Snow Sword was shining with cold light. He placed it in front of Xie Wuyang, protecting him behind him.
The snow on Luohua Snow Mountain stopped falling at some point, and even the sound of the wind became much quieter.
Xie Wuyang's throat tightened, but he couldn't utter a word. He stared at Yun Wanzhou for a long time, then gently raised his hand and pinched a strand of spiritual energy, which turned into a flame and moved behind Yun Wanzhou, trying to dispel the coldness on Yun Wanzhou's body.
If he had not seen Yun Wanzhou's lips turned white from the cold not long ago, he might not have cared about it.
But Xie Wuyang knew in his heart that beneath this man's cold-hearted appearance, he was just an ordinary person who felt cold and painful.
Perhaps because his attention was focused on the unknown person in front of him, Yun Wanzhou didn't seem to notice Xie Wuyang's little movement.
The Broken Snow Sword suddenly turned, and a sharp sword energy hit the mask of the man in black.
The man in black narrowed his eyes and released a burst of black energy as he dodged.
The snow turned over, and after standing still, the man in black turned his head and looked at his robe.
A cut had been made there by the sword energy at some point, and a pool of dark liquid soaked the clothes, seeping out at an extremely fast speed and dripping onto the snow.
He seemed stunned for a moment, then raised his head again, squinting his eyes at Yun Wanzhou. "It's been several years since anyone from the hundreds of immortal families has ascended to heaven. Now, someone has actually reached this level of cultivation?"
Yun Wanzhou did not answer. He put his index fingers together, raised his hand and quickly drew a talisman in the air. After he put the pen to paper, he moved his fingertips and the talisman flew straight towards the man in black.
Just as it was about to fall on the man in black, a shield appeared out of nowhere, the talisman was destroyed, and the spiritual power dissipated.
Black fog covered the screen, protecting the man in black and leaving only a blurry figure.
The protective aura can really work for those whose cultivation level is generally above the Nascent Soul stage.
Most people who practice immortal arts and can reach this level of cultivation can keep their minds focused, and their protective aura is relatively pure, which is definitely not the case with the person in front of him.
The spiritual fire burning on Xie Wuyang's fingertips suddenly stopped, and he grabbed Yun Wanzhou's robe, "Master, this person is from the demon clan."
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure under the black fog suddenly moved, as if he took a few steps forward and stood still, so that he could get a clearer look at the two people.
When Xie Wuyang met the gaze in the black fog, he was startled and felt a strange feeling for no reason.
He seemed to have seen these eyes before without knowing when.
However, no matter how Xie Wuyang looked through all the elders he met in the Demon Realm five hundred years later, he could not find the owner of these eyes.
In the darkness, a red light appeared on the man's forehead, flickering for a moment before being swallowed up by the black fog, and his master also disappeared without a trace.
A muffled sound came from the snow, bringing Xie Wuyang back to his senses.
Xie Wuyang pursed his lips and looked in the direction of the voice.
At the place where the man in black had just stood, a patch of snow stained red with blood was particularly conspicuous, and next to this strange color, there lay something like a token quietly.
Xie Wuyang frowned slightly and took a step forward.
Coincidentally, when Xie Wuyang bent down to pick up the token, a bony hand fell to the ground and touched his fingertips.
The fingers were slender and cool, with distinct bones, slightly longer than the fingertips of Xie Wuyang's young body.
Even in the snow, it does not become a foil, but instead appears cold and white.
Realizing this, Xie Wuyang suddenly withdrew his hand, raised his head in slight surprise, and met Yun Wanzhou's gaze.
Yun Wanzhou picked up the token calmly, looked at it for a moment, and suddenly frowned, not knowing what he saw.
For a moment, Xie Wuyang wanted to raise his hand to smooth out the wrinkles.
But before he could make any move, he was interrupted by a clear voice, "It's the Wax Apple Sect."
"What?" Xie Wuyang suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes shocked.
Yun Wanzhou handed the token to him, and pursed his lips slightly, "It's the token of the Lianwu Sect."
Xie Wuyang looked down.
The token is reddish-brown in color, has a delicate luster, is finely crafted, and has an intricate lotus totem engraved on the edge.
When Xie Wuyang's gaze fell on the center of the token, he paused for a moment, and then held his breath.
The leader of the Wax Apple Sect.
Jiang Lin.
This is the word engraved in the center of the token.
Xie Wuyang was not unfamiliar with the three words "Lanwu Sect". As early as at Dashipo, Chen Ziyi's sword with the power of nightmare stone was given to him by a disciple of Lianwu Sect.
When Ye Nan was in a fantasy, someone led them in and broke Elder Lianwu's obsession.
Xie Wuyang was not sure whether the man in black was related to the Nightmare Stone. It was just that the Lianwu Sect was a famous and upright sect, and the fact that a demon clan, which might even be a Mahayana cultivator, had infiltrated the sect was really puzzling.
Before Xie Wuyang could think about it, Yun Wanzhou suddenly took the token from the Lotus Mist Sect and said seriously, "This matter is of great importance. You and I need to return to Cangqiong Mountain immediately."
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