Chapter 151 Method "I beg you... don't sleep... don't leave me alone...
The power of the Nightmare Stone seemed endless, continuously flowing out of Xie Wuyang's body.
Soon, the attic, the last piece of pure land, was swallowed by the black fog.
There is no sunlight in the sky above the three realms, and darkness exists forever.
The earth, the demon world, and the divine world were all shaken, and rivers flooded backwards.
The creatures in the mortal world suffered, which eventually attracted the gods from the divine world to come to the mortal world.
On the Luohua Snow Mountain, after years of wind and snow, it is rare to see a dazzling golden glow.
Even the monks who went up the mountain to seize the secret treasure stopped and looked up in amazement.
The snow is beginning to melt and the sound of water continues.
Someone pointed at the sky full of rosy clouds, their eyes ablaze with color. "Everyone, look, what is that?"
The discussion spread among the pedestrians.
"I've been to Luohua Snow Mountain several times, but I've never seen sunlight this strong."
"It's rare to see this in one's lifetime. Could this be some kind of auspicious sign?"
A different point of view stood out, "No, this doesn't seem to be ordinary daylight."
Everyone turned around and saw a young man in purple clothes with a delicate face. He pointed to the spot where the rosy clouds converged and said, "There looks like someone in there."
When everyone heard this, they were all shocked, "Someone? How is that possible?"
Although monks practice magic and can fly into the sky and into the earth with swords, is there any monk in this world who can appear in the glow of the sunset?
Even the renowned Sky Immortal Yun Wanzhou does not have such magical powers.
The group of people hurriedly looked up and saw that the light in the sky was dazzling. It seemed that thousands of colors converged at the end, and the colorful scene was shocking.
And in this myriad of lights, several figures appeared and disappeared, getting closer and closer.
Those people were dressed in luxurious attire, their demeanor exceptional. The leader wore a jade-like crown as white as snow, and a garment as white as the moon. He had an air of immortality, a noble aura.
"They... Could they be..." The oldest among them was confused for some reason, trembling all over, with a look of fear on his face.
In a trance, a gust of cold fragrance blew by, and in the blink of an eye, those people were in front of him, tapping their feet lightly on the ground. They were all serious and had an invisible majesty.
The leader nodded, his brows expression calm, "I am Fu Guang, the Venerable Master of the Xiaoyao Palace of the Ninth Heaven. I am here in the name of the Heavenly Dao Messenger to help the Three Realms avoid a great calamity."
"You...you said you are the God of Fuguang?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone behind him was shocked and knelt on the ground in unison.
"We didn't know the God had come to earth. Please forgive us."
Fu Guang shook his head, his eyes passed over the crowd and fell on the empty snow-capped mountains. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he was lost in some long-lost memories.
He hadn't been to the mortal world for so long that he had a momentary illusion and couldn't tell whether it was the flying snow created by the magic of Xiaoyao Palace or he was really returning to his hometown.
It was not until the messenger of God who came down to earth with him reminded him that he came back to his senses.
"Lord Fuguang, it's getting late."
Fu Guang's lips trembled, and after a long time, he squeezed out a sound from his throat, "Let's go."
I just don’t know if the old friend will still recognize him when they meet again?
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The Zhuxie sword hummed and vibrated, causing Xie Wuyang's entire arm to become numb.
His vision was dark and his consciousness disappeared. Only the spiritual weapon was connected to his soul, making Xie Wuyang feel that he was still alive in the world.
I was originally worried that seeing Yun Wanzhou's face would make me feel shaken, but now I can't even see it clearly even if I want to.
"Xie Wuyang, there must be another way! Don't you even believe what I say?" Yun Wanzhou's voice penetrated the darkness and fell into his ears.
Relying on his memory, Xie Wuyang smiled slightly towards Yun Wanzhou.
He couldn't see his own face, so naturally he didn't know how miserable and desperate his expression was.
Song Duoyan pointed at the two of them, his expression growing increasingly frantic. "Yun Wanzhou, Yun Xianzun. I'm afraid even you don't believe this, right? You're so high and mighty, so calm and composed, so cold and ruthless, yet you could actually lose your composure for one person? This is truly ridiculous!"
The sharp blade broke through the air, and a cutting sound was heard.
It was unknown when Yun Wanzhou drew his sword. Song Duoyan only felt a chill on his neck. When he lowered his head, the tip of the Broken Snow sword was already hanging on his neck.
Yun Wanzhou's hand, gripping the sword, trembled constantly. It took him a long while to steady his ragged breathing. He pressed desperately, "You must know how to destroy the Nightmare Stone."
Song Duoyan admired his devastated expression and spread out his hands nonchalantly. "Although I created the Nightmare Stone, I don't even know how much power it holds. Otherwise, how could I have been so easily tricked by this brat?"
Song Duoyan narrowed his eyes, ignoring the longsword at his neck, and approached step by step, "Immortal Venerable, you only have two choices. Save the many cultivators in this library, or save this devoted disciple who is willing to die for you?"
As Song Duoyan moved, the sword blade left bright red marks on the pale skin, and the blood dyed the sword blade red bit by bit.
Song Duoyan approached step by step, and Yun Wanzhou retreated step by step.
The immortal master, revered by the whole world, was so cowardly that he allowed his enemies to push him into a dead end.
"The Nightmare Stone was originally created by me to overthrow the Three Realms. Now it has recognized someone else as its master. I'm afraid my long-cherished wish cannot be fulfilled. If I can drag some people down with me before I die, all my planning over the years will be worthwhile." As Song Duoyan spoke, his chest shook and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
But he didn't feel any pain. He ignored the blood foam between his lips and teeth and forced a smile, "I should have died a long time ago. But I want you to live."
Song Duoyan narrowed her eyes and turned to look at Xie Wuyang, "I want you to have a taste of the love and hate in this world. How intoxicating it is, and how painful it is."
For some reason, the swirling black fog around suddenly stagnated, and the oppressive force that made people feel chest tightness and shortness of breath suddenly disappeared.
Yun Wanzhou turned his head almost stiffly, his gaze falling on the only place in the barrier that was not eroded by the black fog.
Zhuxie cut through the wind and stopped in front of Xie Wuyang, facing his chest. The tip of the sword was only inches away from his flesh.
The hand holding the sword shook suddenly, and the broken snow fell to the ground.
Almost at the same time, Yun Wanzhou pounced on Xie Wuyang at the fastest speed in his life.
But it was too late. The moment Zhuxie pierced his chest, hot blood gushed out in an instant, blurring Yun Wanzhou's eyes.
Yun Wanzhou's outstretched hand separated from Xie Wuyang's fingertips as soon as they touched, leaving only the residual warmth on the fingertips.
The black fog dissipated, the earth shook, the library collapsed, and the scriptures in the attic were scattered all over the floor.
The disciples of the Immortal Sect and the Demon Clan who were fighting with weapons stopped what they were doing and looked at the crumbling attic.
"What's going on?"
"The attic looks like it's going to collapse."
"Don't worry about it, gather the disciples and retreat first."
Liu Yuqin was the first to recover. She pierced the heart of the puppet in front of her with a sword and stood in the center of the battle. "My fellow disciples, do not linger in this battle. Retreat immediately."
The demons rely on puppets in their battles, and the puppets' power comes mostly from nightmare stones.
Now that the power of the Nightmare Stone has dissipated, the demon puppets have become vulnerable.
The puppets fell one after another, but Song Duoyan stood there like an outsider, watching everything coldly.
All the disciples of the immortal sect ended their current activities and evacuated towards the attic exit. In an instant, the place was crowded with people.
And all this has nothing to do with Yun Wanzhou.
For a moment, he even forgot to breathe, forgot to breathe, forgot to blink, and forgot that he was still a living person. He stood there for a long time before slowly moving his gaze down.
What I saw was Xie Wuyang's bloodstained face.
Yun Wanzhou's knees went weak and he collapsed to the ground.
"I'm... I'm fine..." The moment he opened his mouth, he burst into tears.
Yun Wanzhou clenched his sleeves and raised his hand to touch Xie Wuyang's face, trying to wipe the blood off his face, but he couldn't wipe it clean.
The snow-white sleeves were dyed bright red. Yun Wanzhou stopped what he was doing, but finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Xie Wuyang, don't sleep. I...I'll take you to find Rong Ling. He will definitely be able to save you. He's the best doctor in the world of cultivation. He will definitely have a way."
He has saved so many lives, he can definitely cure you.
But no matter what Yun Wanzhou told himself in his heart, when his hand fell on Xie Wuyang's bleeding chest, a tremendous chill still spread from his palm to his whole body, invading his internal organs, as if he was in a downpour.
Yun Wanzhou was shivering from the cold, his fingertips tightly grasping Xie Wuyang's clothes, as if he could catch the person who was about to leave and keep the person in front of him.
"Xie Wuyang, I am your master, you must listen to me..." Yun Wanzhou's voice trembled, "Open your eyes and look at me."
At the end, he even pleaded, becoming humble and pitiful, "I beg you... don't sleep... don't leave me alone..."
The barrier in the attic was broken.
The ancient books that had been passed down in Cangqiong Mountain for hundreds of years were destroyed by the war, and the pages were covered with mud and blood.
The ancient book fell on Yun Wanzhou, and when it was about to land on Xie Wuyang's face, a barrier rose up to protect the two of them.
Yun Wanzhou gathered his spiritual power and pressed it on Xie Wuyang's wound, trying to heal the hole in his heart.
But the spiritual vein was broken, and the spiritual power input was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no effect.
"Xie Wuyang, open your eyes and look at me." Yun Wanzhou poured more and more spiritual energy into his body, and his fingertips trembled more and more. "Don't you want an answer? As long as you wake up, I will give you whatever you want."
The responsibility of being an Immortal Lord, the title of master and disciple? He wanted nothing.
As long as Xie Wuyang can come back, what does it matter if he sacrifices his clean reputation?
Tears blurred Yun Wanzhou's vision, and only the warm touch under his palm indicated that the person was still alive.
His blood was clearly still hot, his body still warm. They hadn't even said goodbye yet, how could Xie Wuyang just leave like that?
When the spiritual power of the spiritual vein is exhausted, the soul is also exhausted. When the soul is exhausted, the flesh and blood are also exhausted.
Just when Yun Wanzhou's spiritual power was exhausted and on the verge of despair, and he wanted to burn his soul, a difficult call came to his ears.
"Master... Master."
There was a commotion all around. With his strength exhausted, Xie Wuyang spoke in a voice so low it was barely audible, but Yun Wanzhou still caught it clearly.
He almost immediately stopped channeling his spiritual energy, grasped Xie Wuyang's drooping hand, and pressed it against his forehead, "I... I'm here."
Xie Wuyang's eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
Perhaps it was God's mercy that took pity on him and restored his lost vision, allowing Xie Wuyang to take one last look at the face he had been longing for.
Unlike the cool and elegant person in my memory, this face was panic-stricken, the corners of his eyes were red, and tears kept sliding down his eyes.
Apart from Yun Xiaowu in his dream, this was the first time Xie Wuyang saw Yun Wanzhou cry.
The long sword pierced his heart twice, once he died with his eyes open, once he was willing to die, but neither was as painful as Yun Wanzhou's tear that made him feel.
"Master is such a grown-up, why is he still like a child..." Xie Wuyang raised his other hand, endured the heart-wrenching pain, stroked Yun Wanzhou's cheek, and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "You are such a crybaby..."
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