Chapter 86 Hug "Have you ever thought that if you leave one day...
Xie Wuyang stepped forward. "You're kind enough. You saved someone if you wanted to, and your reputation will live on forever. But did you ask for anyone else's wishes? You took Senior Brother Fu as your disciple without permission, and allowed him to do what he wanted. But what about me? I'm a demon, not a human. I shouldn't stay here."
Yun Wanzhou's eyes moved slightly and he looked up at him.
Standing and sitting, I didn't know when the child who was not even as tall as the waist had grown to this height.
In a few years, maybe he will be taller than me.
"Don't you want to stay in Cangkong Mountain?" Yun Wanzhou looked puzzled.
"Don't cry."
"Master wants to ask you something."
"Do you want to stay?"
On the day he took the Iceberg Snow Lotus, Xie Wuyang had a long dream.
In the dream, this person half-knelt down, his eyes full of tenderness and comfort.
Just like the fragrance of peach blossoms wafting through your nose.
Xie Wuyang looked at him, gritted his teeth, and slowly shook his head, "I don't want to."
After all, he is different from his original self.
Xie Wuyang, who became the Demon Lord, knew his own limitations.
If the demons stayed in the Immortal Sect, it would be tantamount to seeking their own death.
Yun Wanzhou's eyes trembled, revealing a bit of confusion and helplessness, which made Xie Wuyang's heart ache.
I couldn't bear it after all.
Xie Wuyang squatted down and held Yun Wanzhou in his arms. "I remember that Master once gave me a meal. Whether it's Cangqiong Mountain or somewhere else, I just want to be with Master."
This feeling is so strong that it can tear apart the grudges of two lives, and even make one want to stay in Cangkong Mountain for the rest of his life.
Maybe it was because the injury was too severe, and he was under mental stress for a long time.
When Xie Wuyang held him in his arms, Yun Wanzhou relaxed for a moment and did not notice the talisman he quietly cast.
It was not until the talisman paper stuck to the back of Yun Wanzhou's neck and he groaned and went limp that Xie Wuyang pulled Yun Wanzhou out of his arms with a dark look in his eyes.
In just a short moment, the blood oozing from the other party soaked Xie Wuyang's robe, leaving a dark mark.
The puppet was injured because it was connected to the soul.
The more pain the puppet suffers, the more pain the soul that lives in it suffers.
With such injuries, it’s no wonder that Xie Wuyang succeeded so easily.
The fire continued to spread for a long distance.
The beast was good at hiding underground, and no one could guess its location.
Xie Wuyang took back Feng Ling and Suixue together, and holding Zhuxie in his hand, he walked through the jungle carefully.
Before leaving, Xie Wuyang looked back at the formation that Yun Wanzhou had half-drawn.
Even if a Mahayana cultivator lacks spiritual power, the formations he creates cannot be underestimated.
This formation is arrogant and risky.
Yun Wanzhou probably wanted to lure the monster into the formation and seal it there.
It would be extremely difficult to achieve this with just the spiritual power of two spiritual weapons. It was obvious what Yun Wanzhou was thinking.
Xie Wuyang held Yun Wanzhou in his arms, freed one hand, added two strokes with Zhuxie, and then took Yun Wanzhou to the bronze mirror.
The monster behind him howled wildly, the wind and sand blew up, and the world seemed to be turning into nothingness.
Until ripples appeared in the bronze mirror and the strong wind beside my ears dissipated.
Xie Wuyang hugged the person in his arms tightly and opened his eyes.
Everyone, including Jiang Lin, looked at him.
Xie Wuyang looked uncomfortable, and only said lightly: "The Night Beast has not been destroyed. This concerns the life and death of everyone present. Please make your own decision."
"Xie Wuyang." Wu Hanfeng placed his arm in front of Xie Wuyang, his eyes filled with complex emotions. "Do you know how many people are in danger because of your willful behavior?"
Xie Wuyang scoffed and glanced at him sideways, "Then have you ever considered that the Lianwu Sect is colluding with the demons and has imprisoned countless disciples of the Immortal Sect? If Yun Wanzhou loses all his spiritual power, how will you face the demon slayer?"
Wu Hanfeng couldn't bear to close his eyes and curled up his fingertips.
"This disaster was not caused by my master, so why should I ask him to bear it all?"
"But he's an Immortal Lord!" Wu Hanfeng suppressed his anger and roared, "If I had another way, would I let him take such a risk?!"
Xie Wuyang pushed aside the arm blocking his way. As he passed Wu Hanfeng, he suddenly tilted his head and raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, "Who said there is no way?"
Xie Wuyang lowered his voice and looked meaningfully at Jiang Lin not far away. "Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Master, you should have heard this saying, right?"
Wu Hanfeng's pupils trembled, and he looked at him in disbelief, "You..."
"Since the master master already knows what I meant, then I will take my master and leave first." Xie Wuyang didn't care at all. He raised his voice and left the competition field without looking back, leaving all the disciples looking at each other in bewilderment.
Fu Zhitao was confused, "Master, what exactly does Junior Brother mean by that?"
Wu Hanfeng looked gloomy and stood there without saying a word.
Jiang Lin suddenly struggled twice, but was pinned to the ground by the disciple behind him. "I've long heard that Yunxianzun is a model of the immortal sect and highly respected. I never thought that his disciple would be so sinister. I am truly ashamed of myself."
Wu Hanfeng took two steps forward, drew his sword, and placed it across Jiang Lin's neck. His voice was as deep as steel, "I, a disciple of Cang Qiong Mountain, will not tolerate a villain like you who is colluding with the demon clan having any say in this matter."
Jiang Lin narrowed his dark eyes in inquiry and asked, "Why? Do you really want to use the method that young disciple suggested?"
Wu Hanfeng's eyes were cold and he said nothing.
Jiang Lin's Adam's apple rolled, and he tried his best to maintain his composure. "You are the head of the Immortal Sect."
"When you colluded with the demons, did you ever think about your identity as the leader of the Lianwu Sect?"
Jiang Lin said: "I am at my wit's end."
"What a desperate situation!" Wu Hanfeng sneered, exerting force on his hands. "For your own selfish reasons, you have abandoned the century-old foundation of the Lotus Mist Sect and the lives of your disciples. You..."
The cold sword blade left a bloody mark on the neck.
Wu Hanfeng seemed to be furious. He took a deep breath, and the veins on his sword-gripping hand were exposed. "You are so unworthy of the trust my master had in you when he was alive."
"Trust?" Jiang Lin muttered again, a cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes. "If he truly trusted me, before he died, he should have taught the Nightmare Stone to me instead of Yun Wanzhou, that brat!"
Wu Hanfeng kicked Jiang Lin and gritted his teeth, "If our Master were still alive, and saw how you couldn't distinguish right from wrong and were so selfish, he would definitely regret helping you out of pity. He would definitely not have gone against everyone's wishes and helped you take the position of Sect Leader!"
Blood was oozing from Jiang Lin's lips, and his arms, which were supporting him on the ground, were shaking constantly. Suddenly, he was exhausted and ultimately could not get up.
He was already at the end of his strength. If he had not borrowed the power of the Nightmare Stone, he would have turned into a cup of yellow earth.
But he was unwilling.
How can he stop here when his great cause has not yet been accomplished?
Just as Wu Hanfeng bent down and grabbed Jiang Lin's collar, forcibly dragging him towards the bronze mirror, Jiang Lin coughed twice and touched Wu Hanfeng's wrist, "Master Wu, if I die, you will never find the Nightmare Stone in this lifetime."
Wu Hanfeng's wrist tightened, "You really have a good trick."
"Must you." Jiang Lin took three breaths after saying this.
Wu Hanfeng looked at the bronze mirror with a gloomy expression, hesitant.
"Master Wu, why don't you hand him over to me?" A young voice came from behind.
Jiang Shutong's face was pale, his eyes were firm and powerful, "He and I were once master and disciple, and we still have grievances to settle."
Wu Hanfeng neither agreed nor refused, but simply asked him, "Do you know what Xie Wuyang meant when he said that to me before he left?"
The breeze blew across Jiang Shutong's robe, outlining his thin and lonely back.
Jiang Shuying stood straight and shook her head, "I was too far away at the time and didn't hear clearly."
"He said, every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor."
Jiang Shutong remained silent, waiting for Wu Hanfeng's next words.
Wu Hanfeng paused, then continued, "My junior fellow apprentice is extremely cruel to himself. He knows he can't seal the Night Beast with his puppet body, so he must be planning a risky move to break the seal."
"Immortal Yun has foresight."
"But do you know," Wu Hanfeng changed the subject, "how to lure the Night Beast into the game before applying the seal?"
Jiang Shutong was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something, and his expression was filled with grief. "Use yourself as a guide?"
"Yes." Wu Hanfeng nodded. "This is what Xie Wuyang mentioned before he left."
Wu Hanfeng's words were like a knife, piercing Jiang Shutong's heart. "How can a human sacrifice harm an innocent person? Only by punishing the wronged and the creditor can justice be served."
"But he is my master after all. Sect Leader Wu..." Jiang Shutong's voice trembled, and his knees gave way as he fell to the ground. "How could I stand by and watch him die?"
Before he finished speaking, a tentacle stretched out from nowhere and attacked the disciple beside him with the force of breaking the wind.
The disciple reacted quickly, leaping to avoid the attack. He looked at the bronze mirror with a look of fear, "Master, it looks like the Night Beast is about to emerge."
Wu Hanfeng turned his wrist and swung out with the sword. The sword energy cut through the mountains and rivers, forming a barrier that blocked the bronze mirror.
His brows furrowed, and his tone was solemn, "Which is more important? I hope Sect Leader Jiang will make a decision soon."
The bronze mirror kept shaking, and ripples appeared.
The tentacle was clamped in a small space and could not find any full prey. After waving around, it could only be retracted in disappointment.
After a short while of being quiet, he tentatively poked his head out again.
Jiang Shutong's face was full of struggle, and cold sweat was beading on his forehead.
"What about the Nightmare Stone?"
Wu Hanfeng pursed his lips and blurted out, "Have you ever heard of soul cleansing?"
Jiang Shutong was horrified, "Forbidden Soul Cleansing Technique?"
Hundreds of years ago, the Demon Realm Lord Song Duoyan and the God of Fuguang were equally powerful and unrivaled in the world of cultivation.
Some even claim that although Song Duoyan and Fu Guang have the same level of cultivation, if they fight, Song Duoyan will definitely win.
It was because he was extremely talented in spells, and the spells he created were extremely powerful, and he was highly admired by other monks.
Later, Song Duoyan was executed and the demon world was defeated.
The evil nature of the formation he cultivated gradually became apparent, and the practitioner went mad, and the situation became increasingly severe.
As people were in panic, the three major sects took the lead and strictly prohibited this technique.
Over time, few people mentioned the name of this young demon lord anymore.
This soul cleansing is one of the spells created by Song Duoyan.
Rumor has it that this technique can erase memories and control the soul, making the soul answer any questions asked by the caster, and the answers must be true.
After the three questions, the person who was cursed had his soul shattered and was in unbearable pain.
"Soul cleansing? Are you going to use it on me?" Jiang Lin's calm expression suddenly broke, and he shook his head in panic, "No, no. Soul cleansing is a sorcery that has long been lost. How could you..."
"The God of Fuguang and Song Duoyan have a deep relationship. Song Duoyan can use any God he wants. Before ascending, he even handed over the Nightmare Stone to Cangqiong Mountain. Why can't he leave behind a mere spell?" Wu Hanfeng narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Jiang Shutong, saying, "Master Jiang, evil magic can also be used as a righteous way. If that's the case, why don't you and I use it?"
Jiang Shutong still struggled, "But..."
The barrier formed by the sword energy suddenly collapsed, and a crack appeared in the middle.
Wu Hanfeng's brows furrowed, and he said in a serious tone, "Master Jiang, it's too late."
As soon as he finished speaking, a muffled sound was heard behind him, and a huge spiritual power exploded, pushing everyone to stagger a few steps, and the disciples on the edge fell off the platform.
"Although he once tried to take my life, in my heart, we have been master and disciple for ten years, and our friendship cannot be easily broken." Amidst the rustling of the wind, Jiang Shutong closed his eyes, suppressing the ridiculous pity and reluctance in his heart. "I really can't bring myself to do it. I'll trouble Sect Leader Wu."
Jiang Lin suddenly lifted his robe, knelt down in front of Jiang Lin, bowed three times, and said in a hoarse voice, "Disciple Jiang Shutong, respectfully bids farewell to Master. I hope Master... take care from now on."
Wu Hanfeng nodded and said no more. He pointed a talisman at his fingertips and conjured a rope to bind Jiang Lin. Then he pointed his toes and jumped into the bronze mirror.
The new leader of Lianwu took the throne, and a rare harmony appeared with the Cangqiong Mountain Sect.
Several disciples present witnessed them discussing the matter for a long time.
Unfortunately, most of the disciples were too far away and did not hear the conversation between the two masters clearly.
All I saw was that the leader of Cangkong jumped up and brought the former leader of Lianwu into the bronze mirror.
The newly succeeded young leader covered his face and fell to the ground, his back trembling, and knelt there for a long time.
After an incense stick of time, Wu Hanfeng walked out of the bronze mirror alone with the soul-binding bag in his hand and successfully sealed the Night Beast.
The disciples waited and waited, but there was no sign of Jiang Lin.
…
At the same time, the barrier around the abandoned courtyard of the wax apple suddenly faded away, revealing its original appearance.
Xie Wuyang strode open the door, found a cleaner place to put down the puppet in his arms, swept away the dust flying in the air, and then walked to the inner room as if he was familiar with the place.
There were no candles, no tables or chairs, only a couch covered in dust.
Yun Wanzhou, dressed in white, sat in the center with his brows furrowed, seeming out of place in the chaos around him.
Xie Wuyang moved his throat, walked to Yun Wanzhou, and carefully shook off the dust on his white clothes.
Ever since Yun Wanzhou came to the illusion with the help of a puppet, he has always been exhausted.
However, in just a few days, Xie Wuyang seemed to have not seen Yun Xianzun's pure appearance for a long time.
Seeing Yun Wanzhou sitting in front of him with her hair tied up, Xie Wuyang suddenly felt a little nostalgic for no reason.
After cleaning up the dust, Xie Wuyang placed the puppet and the main body together, then he sat cross-legged and began to offer talismans and chant incantations.
The room was filled with spiritual light, and after a moment, it returned to tranquility, and the soul returned to the main body peacefully.
The damaged puppet transformed into spiritual light, and stars flew into the sky.
The Immortal Lord who was sitting beside him frowned, revealing his cold and deep eyes.
The figure of the young man appeared in his pupils, and in an instant winter passed and spring came, and the mountains and rivers thawed.
Yun Wanzhou's expression softened, revealing a hint of confusion. "Are you okay?"
"Master, are you awake?" The young man looked happy as he leaned forward, looking at him with concern. "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
There was still some distance between them, but for some reason, Yun Wanzhou could vaguely smell the familiar scent of grass and trees, just like the illusion of a dense forest, and the inexplicable hug from the young man before he fell into a coma.
There are thousands of words hidden in despair.
Yun Wanzhou's throat moved slightly, and he nodded, "It's okay."
Xie Wuyang smiled, "That would be great. Just now, I was worried that I might be exposed if I didn't learn the skills well enough. If Master has any third..."
"Have you ever thought about what you would do if you left Cangqiong Mountain one day?"
Xie Wuyang stopped talking, the smile on his face fading away. "Master, are you hinting at what I said and did in the secret realm?"
Yun Wanzhou remained silent.
Xie Wuyang clenched his fingertips, his voice hoarse, "Master, are you trying to drive me down the mountain?"
At that time, hundreds of immortal sects invaded the demon world and killed countless ordinary people in the demon world under the pretext of eliminating demons and defending the way.
Rivers of blood flowed, and mountains of corpses and seas of blood were everywhere.
Xie Wuyang never forgot it for a moment.
Not to mention letting him stay in Cangqiong Mountain, one of the three major immortal gates.
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