Chapter 19 Chapter 19 “I don’t want to be entangled with others after I die…
The vines spread rapidly, covering the sky and blocking out the sun, and the area within a half mile was like a dark night.
A short, tail-lagging gray-white monster laughed and swept past the fleeing crowd, splashing blood everywhere. Screams were heard from time to time. A woman suffocated to death, a young child was used as a toy, and an old man was repeatedly bullied. The monster deliberately chose its prey, and gradually people discovered some patterns.
Some lucky ones took the opportunity to escape, while some men took the initiative to protect these weak ones.
Some people escaped to the edge and found that the vines had tangled into a thick and high wall, and they were trapped, like turtles in a jar, lambs to be slaughtered.
Fear and despair spread.
Crying and screaming mixed together.
Amidst the chaos, two figures stood out. One was dressed in white, as white as snow, and his figure moved as swiftly as lightning. A single flash of lightning flashed before everyone's eyes, and the other had already vanished a hundred meters away.
A man was dressed in bright red, with shadows of fire floating around him, leaving a trail of burns wherever he passed.
The raging monsters turned into balls of exploding black blood, and within a few breaths, the creepy laughter disappeared.
It took a long time for people to come back to their senses.
Safe?
The survivors were still in shock, and they all turned their gazes towards the two god-like figures in the sky.
Yao Ning and Shen Qian stood back to back, the night wind blowing their hair and clothes, entangled together, they looked like a pair of wall-dwellers who slayed demons and defended the way.
But not long ago, the two parted ways.
Chen Qian's eyes swept across the dark void and said, "Two evil spirits, Zhen position and Gan position."
Yao Ning said "hmm", and his natal sword Fu Guang felt the call and appeared in his hand.
The two said no more and each of them faced off against the evil spirit.
Chen Qian had fought against evil spirits when he was in Xuanqing Sect. At that time, he had the help of many people and did not find it difficult to kill.
Lightning roamed, tearing through the void, trapping the invisible evil spirit in an instant, and then pierced through with a sword.
The demonic energy swirled and changed wildly, gradually outlining a human face. The eyes turned and stared at Chen Qian.
Chen Qian was stared at by this non-existent gaze, and a chill suddenly rose in his heart. A picture appeared in his mind uncontrollably.
Many years later, time had passed so far that even cultivators could no longer compare to him. He was still dressed in white, holding the Thunder Sword, but his hair had turned gray and he looked very old.
He was about to die in battle and was unable to ascend to heaven until his death.
His memories of the past were vague, and he had forgotten many people and many things, but he couldn't help but recall his parents' faces day after day.
Thinking of A Niang gently straightening his clothes, the words he said were cold and disgusted: "Chen Qian, you really disappoint us."
"Chen Qian, why can't you ascend?"
"You're so useless. It's a waste of all the hard work your parents put into you."
The face outlined by the demonic energy noticed that Chen Qian's eyes were weak, and a flash of pain passed by. It curled up one corner of its mouth, and that corner of its mouth twisted and melted into a small sword along with half of its face. The tip of the sword moved forward and touched Chen Qian's heart.
Chen Qian was still trapped in the illusion, without any defense.
The evil spirit can make people see the most terrifying scenes in their hearts.
Yao Ning had experienced it, but Chen Qian had not.
The tip of the sword pierced his chest, cutting through his flesh and blood. Chen Qian was completely defenseless. At this moment, the evil spirit could kill him as easily as killing a mortal.
The small sword was thrust forward fiercely, and blood gushed out.
The next moment, the sword could no longer move forward even a little bit.
Chen Qian lowered his gaze to the sharp weapon that was stuck in his chest. It was clearly a life-or-death moment, but his mind was in a trance for a moment.
The small sword shattered, and he grabbed the face, lightning exploded in his palm, and the demonic features were distorted, as if screaming silently.
The demonic energy gradually shrank, and the cage made of thunder and lightning also shrank. When it touched the edge of the demonic energy, a "hissing" sound was heard, and a puff of black smoke rose.
Chen Qian's profile was icy pale, his eyes cold and clear, he had completely broken free from the illusion and was not affected at all.
Seeing the evil energy shrinking to the size of a fist, it seemed that it would be shattered into powder in the next moment.
The lightning cage suddenly shattered, and the demonic energy expanded rapidly, covering Shen Qian from above.
Chen Qian's heart trembled, and everything around him shattered and reorganized, and he returned to the dark room not long ago.
Yao Ning stood in front of him, his lips moving, and his voice seemed to penetrate through a layer of water curtain, vague, fuzzy and ethereal.
The blood color on Chen Qian's face gradually faded, and the bones of his fingers holding the sword turned white.
The water curtain suddenly faded away, and Yao Ning's voice fell into his ears very clearly, like a big bell ringing through the mountains.
She said, “I’m tired of it.”
The water curtain gathered and surrounded him. Chen Qian felt as if he had fallen from a high altitude into the bottomless water, falling continuously. The coldness penetrated his skin, whipped his bones, and reached his soul.
His exposed skin gradually turned into the bluish white of a corpse.
The scene changed, and in a soft red gauze curtain, two figures overlapped and entangled, gasping for breath. In the blink of an eye, the thousand reds faded. In the dim secret room, he had a pale face and expressionlessly pierced his heart with a sword, cut open his chest, and held the beating heart.
In the messy and bloody room, there was a small lock on my heart that had long been embedded in the flesh and blood. The light flickered and then gradually dimmed.
In reality, Chen Qian's figure was floating in the air, his eyes were empty and desolate, and the demonic energy had expanded to the height of a building. The outline of a human face appeared, looking at the man at his feet with contempt and pity.
The human face swooped down, and the demonic energy swept over Chen Qian. His white clothes were instantly stained red with blood, and wounds with exposed bones could be seen at the torn places.
Suddenly, the wound closed rapidly, the bones were covered with flesh, and the bloodstained white clothes were completely renewed, still clean and spotless.
A transparent barrier appeared above Shen Qian's head, engraved with intricate and ancient patterns. It was the awe-inspiring Xunfeng Seal of the head of Lingfeng Land.
The healing power of Xunfeng Yin was so powerful and unreasonable that Chen Qian suddenly opened his eyes in the barrier. His eyes were calm, but a flash of pain passed through his eyes.
Chen Qian walked out of the barrier, and the sky was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, dark clouds swirled, and white lightning flickered faintly. Shang Linran quickly put away the Wind Seal, circulated his spiritual power, and took away the nearby mortals in a flash, clearing an empty area.
With a loud "boom", countless thunders suddenly fell, and the dazzling white light seemed to flood the world, making everyone temporarily blind.
The evil spirit was struck by the overwhelming lightning and let out a silent roar. It suddenly grabbed a mortal who was trembling in the dark and threw him towards Shen Qian.
Chen Qian gently caught the screaming mortal and thrust out a sword at the same time.
The sword carried the force of thunder, but it pierced the evil spirit very gently. In an instant, the evil spirit disappeared as if it had never existed.
Without another glance, Chen Qian placed the pale-faced mortal in a safe place and turned to walk towards Yao Ning.
Yao Ning was alone, but he was much calmer than him. He had already dealt with the evil spirit, and apart from being slightly out of breath, there was no sign of any injuries.
The two stopped at a distance, their eyes met, and then they looked away at the same time.
The world became quiet.
The wind still carried the smell of blood. People looked around anxiously, and their expressions gradually relaxed.
Shang Linran came to see Yao Ning, and seeing that she was not injured, he went down to treat ordinary people.
A thin figure walked out of Xizhou Pavilion, looked around, and came to Shang Linran.
"Adu? What are you doing out here? Your injuries haven't healed yet, go back quickly."
Ah Du pursed his lips, his peach blossom eyes flashing with anxiety and awkwardness. After a while, he said, "I'm almost well now. I don't want to owe you a favor."
Yao Ning looked at Shang Linran and Adu for a long time, then looked away.
Shen Qian came to her side: "Are you okay?"
Yao Ning pulled the corner of his mouth: "Chen Xianjun, you and I are no longer Taoist companions. Thank you for your concern. I am fine."
Chen Qian's voice was calm, as if he didn't care at all, and he treated others politely and courteously: "I'm glad you're alright."
After a pause, he continued, "Not a Taoist partner, I am still your senior brother."
Yao Ning did not answer, his eyes fell on the high vine wall half a mile away.
The vines still remain.
Cultivators have sharp ears and eyes. Even from half a mile away, Yao Ning could see the vines entwined and wriggling. At first glance, it looked like tens of millions of twisted and tangled corpses, or like countless giant snakes mating and surging.
The hairs on her body stood up, as if she had seen something filthy and horrible that she could not look directly at.
I wanted to look away, but I couldn't help myself, my gaze was fixed on him.
Suddenly, her eyes went dark, her vision disappeared, and a familiar breath approached. Chen Qian stood a little distance away from her and blocked her sight with his sleeve: "Don't look."
The two are already strangers.
So Chen Qian was polite and restrained, and didn't get too close to her.
Yao Ning felt depressed.
She was very familiar with this kind of Chen Qian. Although he had a cold personality, he was not unapproachable. On the contrary, he had a gentle temper and was never overbearing or arrogant.
Therefore, many fellow disciples and juniors in the Xuanqing Sect liked him and could talk to him.
But that doesn't mean anyone can approach him casually.
Chen Qian always keeps a distance from others.
He is aloof and indifferent, stubbornly guarding the insurmountable ground, treating people gently and handling things fairly, but never really caring about anyone or anything.
After briefly mistaking Shen Qian for caring about him a little, he returned to his indifferent, polite and impeccable appearance.
Yao Ning knew that just as he had never cared about anyone else, Chen Qian had never cared about her either.
Yao Ning straightened his back, turned around, faced the high wall of vines, and quietly put more distance between the two of them.
She asked, "What is that?"
Chen Qian lowered his eyes and said, "It is rumored that the Demon Lord Cangcan has already reached the half-step ascended realm. He is practicing the method of controlling plants and trees."
Demon Lord Silkworm.
Yao Ning had heard this name more than once.
Was it the demon world that was causing trouble from the very beginning?
"The Demon Lord Jiangcan was brutal and bloodthirsty. He unified the Demon Realm with an iron fist. After that, no more demon cultivators wreaked havoc on the mortal world." Chen Qian said, "Now it seems that those decades of dormancy were more like accumulating strength."
In the dim light, the people within the high walls of vines have gradually calmed down, treatment is proceeding in an orderly manner, and the bodies of the dead have been simply collected.
"This is not over yet." Shen Qian said.
The wind was howling, and Chen Qian's voice seemed to be getting closer and farther away. He paused for a moment and said abruptly, "Yao Ning.
"The Dao Couple Seal on you and me has not been released yet."
Yao Ning was stunned for a moment.
The Taoist couple's imprint is engraved on the soul, and with the power of the soul, it can reach the ears of heaven and the nine underworlds, which is equivalent to announcing to the ghosts and gods in the world that these two people are husband and wife.
Yao Ning said that from now on, the two of them would each cultivate their own great path.
But she forgot that after becoming a Taoist couple, the relationship between them cannot be easily severed with just a few words.
Chen Qian's voice was like a spring washing over rocks, clean and ethereal.
"If I die today, you will erase the Dao Companion Seal from my soul."
Yao Ning looked at him.
Shen Qian's eyebrows and eyes are beautiful but not too gaudy, with distant eyebrows, deep eyes, and a high and raised nose bridge, giving her an ethereal air that is more beautiful than frost and snow.
His voluptuous lips moved, his voice was gentle, and each word he uttered was colder than the last.
"I don't want to be entangled with others after I die."
Yao Ning looked at him, a cold arc on his lips: "No need for you to remind me, the thought of being married to you——"
"I'm disgusted too."
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