Chapter 83: The demon was born with karma, and there is something strange between the eyebrows. Since ancient times,...
Xie Wuyang hadn't spoken a word the entire way, his throat dry. "Is that the bronze mirror fragment?"
He moved his Adam's apple and turned to look at Xu Pingsheng's pale face. "How did it break?"
"When we were fighting the demons." Xu Pingsheng looked guilty. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this."
At that time, there were still fifty disciples who had not left the secret realm, and they were all exhausted in the battle with the monsters.
Faced with the demons whose identities were suddenly exposed, they quickly fell into a disadvantage.
Xu Pingsheng and several other Jindan disciples fought desperately to stop the demons for a moment, buying time for the others to escape.
What they didn't expect was that several demons who sneaked into the secret realm were determined to die together and destroyed the bronze mirror.
Xu Pingsheng was also in an unstable state of mind at that time, and the demons took advantage of the situation and used the Phoenix Feather to injure the Sword Master.
Thinking of this, Xu Pingsheng's expression darkened, and he felt uneasy. "Junior brother, have you thought of a solution?"
Xie Wuyang pretended to be relaxed, "Of course. Senior Brother is still seriously injured, why don't you rest here and leave the rest to me."
Although Xu Pingsheng had his doubts, he knew that he couldn't solve the current situation. After thinking for a moment, he could only nod in agreement and earnestly advised, "Be careful."
Xie Wuyang nodded and walked towards the place where the bronze mirrors were scattered.
The Bodhi beads' teleportation array is set up around the bronze mirror. If the immortal sect disciples want to leave, they can only leave through the bronze mirror.
Now that the bronze mirror is broken, it means that there is no exit from the secret realm.
Unless someone outside sets up another formation, there is no possibility of escape.
Xie Wuyang squatted down, picked up a piece of debris and looked at it carefully.
The bronze mirror reflected the young man's face, which was haggard but still handsome and delicate. His peach blossom eyes were slightly upturned, his pupils were deep, and under his high nose bridge, his lips were thin and lightly pursed.
But the most eye-catching thing is the red magic pattern between the eyebrows.
A natural-born demon with a strange brow. Only two have ever been born since ancient times.
One is Song Duoyan, the lord of the Demon Clan’s False City, and the other is Xie Wuyang, the lord of the Demon Realm.
Xie Wuyang's heart was beating like a drum. He raised his hand stiffly, but it landed on the smooth forehead.
The magic pattern just now seemed like an illusion. In the blink of an eye, it turned into mist and disappeared without a trace.
Xie Wuyang came back to his senses, breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat, wrapped up the bronze mirror, and continued to pick up other fragments.
Fifty-three pieces in total.
Xie Wuyang counted the broken glass on his outer robe, sat down against a tree, and started fiddling with it.
The wind blew the leaves, and a few leaves fell on Xie Wuyang's shoulders, and were shaken off a few more times.
Xie Wuyang didn't even turn his head, his expression solemn.
If the elders of the demon clan were here five hundred years later, they would certainly think that this young and promising Demon Lord was dealing with the rebellion of the Demon Lord, the invading Immortal Sect, or the uninvited Immortal Lord Yun.
"Do you want to restore the bronze mirror?" The voice from above his head broke Xie Wuyang's thoughts.
Xu Pingsheng had stood in front of him at some point, looking at a pile of bronze mirror fragments with a complicated expression.
Xie Wuyang compared the fragments in his hand with the assembled pieces, put them in the correct position, and then nodded, "Yes."
"It's useless." Xu Pingsheng said mercilessly, "The formation has been broken. Not to mention the broken mirror is hard to mend, you and I can't even connect to the outside world here!"
Xie Wuyang paused, looked up and sneered, "Life and death can still be transcended, it's just a secret realm."
The arrogant words left Xu Pingsheng speechless, his face looking ugly, quite like Wu Hanfeng's style.
Seeing that Xu Pingsheng had no intention of persuading him anymore, Xie Wuyang said no more and continued to fiddle with the fragments of his bronze mirror.
An unknown amount of time had passed. When Xie Wuyang was silently counting the eleventh fragment in his mind, the figure that had not moved away from his head suddenly shook, and a broad and strong hand fell down.
"I'll help you." Xu Pingsheng said calmly.
Xie Wuyang neither agreed nor refused, and took it all as tacit consent.
"I'm not trying to hit you, but fate is hard to overcome. Even if Hongyue lives or dies, he can only linger on."
Xie Wuyang's fingertips touched the bronze mirror and he suddenly stopped.
Xu Pingsheng didn't know his identity, and what he said was purely accidental.
But when he heard the words "lingering on", Xie Wuyang couldn't help but think of himself who had died five hundred years later.
"You are Yunxianzun's disciple, so you should know this." Xu Pingsheng continued, "If Bi really has a way to get out, I will..."
Xie Wuyang suddenly looked up, "Brother, have you ever been to a near-death state?"
Xu Pingsheng was stunned, thinking Xie Wuyang was asking about today's battle with the demons, and shook his head, "Never."
If he was really on the verge of death, he wouldn't be standing here right now.
"If you've never been there, how can you know if it's just a lingering breath?"
Xie Wuyang spoke calmly, as if he was talking about a trivial matter, but a flash of sarcasm flashed in his eyes, so much so that Xu Pingsheng almost thought it was his own illusion. "This is cause and effect..."
"Cause and effect?" Xie Wuyang narrowed his eyes dangerously. "Today, I will let Senior Brother take a look at what cause and effect is."
Xu Pingsheng was shocked when he met Xie Wuyang's unfamiliar gaze.
Unlike Yun Wanzhou's cold and indifferent eyes, these eyes contained contempt, danger, and arrogance, like someone who has been in a high position for many years.
It's definitely not what a teenager should have.
Xu Pingsheng tightened his grip on Feng Ling's hand and stared at Xie Wuyang, his thoughts swirling.
The person in front of me seemed to be completely oblivious to everything, concentrating on piecing things together and mumbling to himself.
After finishing the pile in front of him, the young man looked up at him, and as if inadvertently, he touched his right hand with the back of his hand and said in a normal tone: "Brother, please raise your hand."
Xu Pingsheng hesitated for a moment, but still raised his hand.
Xie Wuyang picked up the last few pieces and brought them in front of him, continuing to frown and ponder.
As the last piece of debris fell, the bronze mirror returned to its original appearance.
Xie Wuyang's eyes lit up, and he hesitantly touched the mirror with his fingertips. Feeling the subtle fluctuation of spiritual power on the bronze mirror, his face showed joy, and he pushed himself up from the ground with his arms, "It's done."
"What happened?" Xu Pingsheng still looked defensive.
His mind kept flashing back to the past ten years that he had spent with Xie Wuyang. Comparing him with the person in front of him, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became.
In my memory, Junior Brother Xie behaved in a well-behaved manner. Although he was well-read, he was not very talented and his skills were all theoretical.
And now, not only has he reached the Golden Core stage in just a few months, he also knows everything that many ordinary cultivators have heard and asked.
"Naturally, the way to survive."
Use the remaining spiritual power of the formation in the bronze mirror to communicate with the outside world.
Success or failure.
It all starts here.
Xie Wuyang took a step back, pulled out the broken snow from his waist, aimed it at the center of the bronze mirror, sank his wrist, and stabbed it straight down.
In an instant, spiritual power came crashing down along with the broken snow.
…
At the same time, in the bamboo forest behind the Wax Apple Gate.
Dozens of disciples were standing or sitting in groups of three or four, all with tense expressions.
Several people wearing wax apple disciple uniforms passed by the forest, looking around carefully, not knowing what they were looking for.
As they walked further away, Fu Zhitao's grip on the Qiankun bag gradually loosened.
At this moment, one of the seriously injured disciples couldn't help but groan.
The leading Lianwu disciple suddenly raised his hand and stopped. "Did you hear any sound?"
The four disciples behind him all shook their heads.
One disciple nonchalantly joked, "If you ask me, you're taking the words of Sect Leader Lianwu too seriously. Our Lord is cooperating with him, not asking us to be his slaves."
The leading disciple frowned, half believing and half doubting. After looking around, his eyes turned and fell on the bamboo forest where everyone was hiding.
"Have you searched this place?" The leading disciple raised his hand and pointed.
The disciple glanced at the bamboo forest and his expression suddenly became serious. "No."
"You two follow me."
Upon hearing this, the leading disciple no longer hesitated, waved his hand and called for the disciples to follow, and approached the other disciples step by step.
The bamboo forest was dead silent, even the sound of breathing was barely audible.
Cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and the palm holding the spiritual weapon was very sticky.
Fu Zhitao's heart was pounding, and he took out a fire-summoning talisman, ready to light it at any time.
The atmosphere became increasingly tense and anxious.
Just at this moment, a white light suddenly rose from nowhere, accompanied by a loud bang, and the pressure of the Mahayana period swept across the entire Lianwu Sect.
It made everyone's scalps numb, their chests stuffy and their breath short, but in just a moment, it disappeared without a trace, as if it had never been there.
Several of the wax apple disciples were still frightened. They looked at each other and turned their heads to look behind them.
All I saw was black smoke billowing from behind the roofs.
"What is that place?" the leading disciple turned around and asked.
The disciple at the back lowered his head and said, "Sir, this is the place where all the disciples will compete in the Lotus Wu Competition."
"Dense forest illusion?"
"Exactly."
"Isn't that where those immortal sect disciples disappeared?" The leading disciple pondered for a moment, then suddenly gave an order, "Everyone, quickly follow me to the bronze mirror on the high platform. I want to see what tricks they can come up with."
After saying that, a group of people strode in the opposite direction of the bamboo forest.
"What a bunch of bastards!" Bamboo Forest wailed, mingled with curses, growing increasingly passionate. "Jiang Lin is actually colluding with evil and disregarding righteousness! I initially respected him as a man of character!"
"When have you ever respected him?" His fellow disciple beside him ruthlessly shattered his pretense.
The man uttered a "Pooh" and said confidently, "Is it not okay for me to respect you in my heart?"
Although the danger had not completely subsided, the atmosphere in the bamboo forest gradually relaxed with the teasing.
Only Fukunomo stood there with a pale face, anxiety in her pupils, and no one knew where she was looking.
Just as everyone began to discuss their next move, Fu Zhitao, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly had red eyes and spoke in a trembling voice, "That seemed to be the sword energy of Suixue."
"What?" The nearest monk turned around with a puzzled look on his face.
Yu Foyin frowned and realized, "But it's Immortal Yun's spiritual weapon, Shattered Snow?"
Fu Zhitao nodded twice, tears streaming down her face, "Could something have happened to my master and my junior brother?"
Someone said nonchalantly: "After all, he is an immortal, with great magical powers, what big trouble can happen?"
"But I remember that Immortal Yun seemed to have used a puppet body to enter the illusion..." The voice became smaller and smaller, and the person who spoke could not remember clearly.
It's hard to protect yourself in the secret realm, how can you have the time to care about others?
"Oh, then I have even less to worry about. Even if something does happen, as long as his true body is still there, Yun Xianzun will definitely be able to turn the danger into safety."
"So you're not going to care about my junior brother?! And my senior brother Xu Pingsheng, they're still in the secret realm, waiting for me to rescue them!" Fu Zhitao clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "If you don't go, I'll go by myself!"
"No," someone stopped him, "What if you get caught and our whereabouts are exposed?"
"How is that possible!" Fu Zhitao's face flushed red with anger. "I swear as a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain that if I reveal even a single iota of your plan, I will be struck by lightning and my body will be torn to pieces!"
After angrily swearing, Fu Zhitao didn't want to waste any more time here and turned around to leave this place of trouble.
The fact that the Wax Apple Clan was colluding with the demons was already known to all the immortal clans.
They are now in a dangerous situation and need to be careful in everything they do.
In order to escape the patrolling disciples of the Lianwu Sect, Fu Zhitao used countless talismans along the way.
Invisibility, burrowing, and transformation...
Until the Qiankun bag gradually shrank from its bulging state, Fu Zhitao finally saw the tall platform rising from the ground, and she stepped onto it with a tiptoe.
A bronze mirror shimmering with golden light fell in the middle of the platform, protected by a layer of formation on the outside.
The formation extended from top to bottom, with powerful spiritual energy flowing around it, creating ripples, and it looked indestructible.
Fu Zhitao, however, simply ignored the formation and moved forward without stopping.
Sensing the approach of strangers, the spiritual energy in the formation circulated more frequently, and for a moment it was shining brightly and brilliantly.
"Master..." Fu Zhitao muttered, and her hand touched the barrier that blocked her, "Junior Brother?"
His expression was sometimes persistent and sad, sometimes ignorant and dazed, as if he was torn into two souls.
As my consciousness struggled, another world seemed to emerge before my eyes.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
