The Taiping Sword was pushed hard, and Yun Xian had almost no time to muster the strength to resist before she flew backwards. The force penetrated the hilt of the sword and rushed into her inner palace, and blood suddenly gushed out of her throat.
"It's so peaceful! How am I supposed to fight him?" Yun Xian truly admired her own optimistic attitude. Every time she got close, she was sent flying. She was like a happy flea. "I can't even get close to him!"
"Be content!" Taipingjian said, "If I hadn't merged with the leader's body and ascended to the Heavenly Rank, with your lowly cultivation level, you would have died eight hundred years ago!"
"How can a Half-Step Yuanying be considered a small fry?" Yun Xian was still unconvinced. He glanced to the side and saw countless Half-Step Yuanyings lying there. He immediately said in a cold sweat, "Taiping, you truly are my fine sword."
Su Chi swung his sword and knocked away the black snake's fangs. Since Yun Xian couldn't get close to him, he shot Taiping away from a distance. The demon cultivator snorted coldly and leaned back to dodge. Su Chi's expression turned cold and he kicked the demon cultivator hard in the chest. The two of them took three steps back together.
Yun Xian jumped to Su Chi's side and whispered, "Big Brother, your spiritual energy?"
Su Chi said, "There's more."
"Don't worry about your face at this moment!" Yun Xian patted him. "How much is left?"
Su Chi: "...one more incense stick."
It's easy to guess that the demon cultivators came in from outside. Everyone has been running around in the country these days, and their spiritual power is already running low. The fact that they can fight to this point can only be attributed to their strong desire to survive, and they have played all their cards.
"But how could this demon cultivator's spiritual energy be infinite?" Yun Xian frowned and said, "No matter how powerful he is, it's impossible for him to reach this level."
Su Chi put her aside and said, "I'll try again."
Su Chi's cultivation level was half a step to the realm of distraction. With the combat power of a sword cultivator, it was not difficult for him to challenge a higher level. He pulled out Zhuo Yue and wiped the sword edge with his fingertips. Blood slowly flowed down the silver sword surface and dripped onto the loess bit by bit.
It's time to use the trump card.
Xiao Yuan outside said decisively: "Xiao Yunxian, find a chance to escape! His skills are special and cannot be exhausted!"
"Consumption?" Yun Xian looked at the demon cultivator's arm that was covered in blood, and suddenly thought of something, and pursed his lips tightly.
"Thought?" The demon cultivator seemed to be very afraid of this man, but he could have easily chosen not to fight. He just sneered and called out to a Tang Ling soldier over there: "You, come here."
The soldier's face turned pale and he was about to escape immediately. He exerted force in his hands and sucked the man into his palm, instantly crushing him into a ball of flesh and blood.
The mouth still remained on the mass of flesh and blood, and it was still screaming, unable to react: "Ah!!"
Everyone frowned fiercely. This demon cultivator squeezed out all the spiritual energy and lifespan in his flesh and blood, and continued, "You, come here."
Who dares to come over? The Tangling citizens around him all fled in all directions, but he grabbed them one by one, regardless of friend or foe, and crushed them all into blood and flesh. At this moment, these poor Tangling people even started to kill each other:
"Master Demon! Master Demon! He is young and has a long life ahead of him. Kill him first, don't kill me!!"
"Get out of here! Stop pulling my legs!! Get out of here!!"
"Husband...Husband, are you abandoning me like this?!"
"Don't kill me! Is it enough for my lord to have a body?? I'm still useful. I can kill people. Keep me alive!!"
Those being pushed out were either the elderly, women, or children. Tang Wuke, standing in a corner, saw the pregnant woman about to give birth being pulled out again and thrown to the ground. The soldier beside him was overjoyed and said, "Sir, this person is about to give birth! She has a long life and is very young! Can the child in her belly be worth my life?"
Even the emperor was not immune. The black snake hissed and raged as ordered. Tang Yang decisively pushed the prince into the snake's mouth, and the two began to tear each other apart in an ugly manner.
"What if you sacrifice yourself for me?! I am your father!"
"When you die, I will be the emperor!"
The evil cultivator didn't kill many people, but there were many corpses on the ground. Su Chi's face was extremely cold, and he was about to step forward, but was grabbed by the ankles by several ordinary people lying on the ground. In this moment of stagnation, the evil cultivator's hand pierced his stomach.
Yun Xian: "Big Brother!!"
"That's enough."
Tang Wuke stared at the scene before her, silent. Perhaps she should have cried, but she felt so desolate and powerless that she couldn't even bring herself to shed a single tear. Her voice grew louder and louder, like a lunatic: "Enough! I say enough, it's enough! Enough!!!"
It felt like there was a fire burning in her chest, burning all the way to her internal organs. She wanted to vomit as much as she could. No one paid any attention to her. She stood up and walked forward woodenly without looking at Zhong Changyao.
"Princess." Zhong Changyao took a step forward, not expecting her reaction, and said angrily, "There is obviously a better way, you..."
"To whom? To you? And then go save these people?" Tang Wuke didn't even turn his head, his tone filled with hatred: "I can't do it. I can't do it willingly. If you were in my shoes, could you do it?"
Zhong Changyao was speechless.
He clenched his fists tightly and looked at Tang Wuke's back.
"Yun Xian!" Xiao Yuanning said, "Leave first! Go first!"
Yun Xian carried Su Chi on her back, his warm blood instantly soaking her back. The eldest brother's suppressed breathing fell on her ears, and it turned out to be hot as well. Another wave of demonic light struck her, and she barely raised her sword to block it. The spiritual light above the leader flickered with difficulty, weakening more and more uncontrollably.
Even Taiping's spiritual energy was almost drained.
Xue Lingxiu held down the blood trickling from the chest of the magician and took out the love-cutting needle. The needle hung in the air for a moment and then fell down weakly.
The sea of blood filled the air, the sky was dark, and the corpses, dressed in black robes and armor, their faces pale, were piled up layer upon layer, and it was impossible to tell who they were. She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips and smiled, "You're pretty awesome."
The demon cultivator was already standing in front of her and asked in astonishment, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Whatever you fear the most, you assume others must be afraid of it too." Yun Xian positioned Su Chi's arm, then stood up with difficulty. "You've lived for eight hundred years, yet you're still as timid as a mouse. Now that your deeds have been exposed, you're so scared that you want to run away. What's the point of living so many more years? Others who only live twenty years are much more interesting than you. Yes, the others I'm talking about are me."
The demon cultivator's veins ruptured and he sneered, "Now, besides being tough, what else can you do?"
"What? That's all I can tell you..." Yun Xian was talking, his eyes flicked behind him, and he said in surprise, "Saintess, you're here!"
The demon cultivator was really amused by her stupid little trick: "Such a lousy trick, you also think——"
Before he could finish his words, Jimo Shu hit him on the head with a piece of silk. He tilted his head instantly and cried out in pain.
"..." The demon cultivator raised his eyes, and the bruises on his face quickly spread. He said gloomily: "Jimo, you attacked me?"
Yun Xian quickly moved Su Chi to the side, secretly shocked.
The force that Jimo Shu used just now was enough to pull out Zhong Changyao's brains, but this demon cultivator just tilted his head.
Jimo Shu stood behind him and said indifferently: "Otherwise, what am I doing here?"
"Want to devour my soul?" The demon cultivator understood instantly and laughed three times: "You are really a newborn calf who is not afraid of a tiger. How dare you do such a thing to me?!"
In mid-air, purple light and black light kept colliding with each other, and the poisonous fragrance that Jimo Shu was familiar with slowly spread out, covering the world with a hazy veil.
She shouldn't have come out now.
The best situation would naturally be that both sides would suffer losses, but now, although the demon cultivator was injured, the injury was obviously not as serious as she expected.
Jimo Shu quickly dodged the demon cultivator's big hand and glanced at Yun Xian briefly through the gauze.
Yun Xian looked up at her, and Liu Xu on the other side said dejectedly: "Is she trying to ask us to leave..."
But if I leave now, where can I go?
Everywhere is under the control of the evil cultivators.
The entire main city was enclosed within a barrier. Even if a large number of troops arrived from outside, they couldn't get in or out. They were trapped like a jar, destined to be annihilated eventually. If that happened, the demon cultivator would seize the innate spirit seed, a source of the entire nation's spiritual energy. Not only would it allow the cultivator to quickly heal his wounds, but it would also make it easy for him to escape, hiding his identity... Who knows what other small nation would be harmed.
"We can always find a way. Just hold on a little longer!" Yun Xian put Su Chi on his back and looked up, "Where's the princess?"
Tang Wuke seemed to hear her voice and walked over.
"Princess, now we..."
Tang Wuke did not stop in front of her, but continued to move forward.
That was the battlefield between Jimo Shu and the demon cultivator. The aftermath was everywhere. A purple light hit her calf, leaving a bloody hole in an instant. She fell straight down without a sound.
The demon cultivator heard the voice and said in ecstasy, "Stop!"
Tang Wuke seemed to be unaware of the pain. She stood up again. In the dust and smoke, Jimo Shu was already injured, with blood all over her body.
The demon cultivator tiptoed over and said, "Wouldn't it have been better if we had done this earlier?"
He stretched out his hand with joy, about to crush Tang Wuke's head, but stopped abruptly when it was an inch away.
That had been his premonition for hundreds of years, and it had never been wrong.
The look in her eyes was wrong.
Every princess before him woke up from her dream when he wanted to kill her. Some were resentful; some cried and begged for his life, some were terrified; some gave up struggling after understanding everything, some were sad, but none of them was like her.
…There was no pain, no sadness, only rising murderous intent.
"What are you going to do?" A chill ran down the demon cultivator's spine. He even took a step back in front of this weak woman with no cultivation at all and said, "Why am I asking you?!"
"I also want to ask what you said before." Tang Wuke's lips were cracked and he whispered softly, "Before you came here, didn't you ever think that you would die?"
The demon cultivator's pupils shrank slightly.
"It's because no one struggled, no one resisted, so you haven't thought about it."
Tang Wuke shook his head and said, "These past few days, I've been thinking about why no one told you this truth before me. I can't understand it. I can't understand what I did wrong to deserve this fate. I can't understand why, after all this time, no one has said no. Even if there was only one person, I wouldn't feel so bad."
"No matter how I think about it, I just can't understand it." Tang Keke shook his head blankly, "So I don't want to think about it anymore. I just know that since no one has told you, then let me do it. Since no one is here to put an end to this absurdity, then let me do it too."
She didn't cry, as if it was just not worth it. Tang Wuke looked at Tang Yang, who was still holding the half of his son's leg that had been eaten in his hand, and was already scared silly.
"I wish they were all dead." Tang Wuke said blankly, "But, Miss Yun, Miss Liu, Master, and Yahe..."
Her last and weakest resistance was to tell the world like a child.
Even if she died, it wouldn't be for those people. Only them, only them. She was willing to sacrifice her life for these few people.
"Princess!" Liu Xu looked at her thin and small figure and burst into tears again: "Wait a little longer, we will find a way... It only takes half an hour! Half an hour is enough!"
The elders of Xingyan Sect had cold sweat on their foreheads and their mouths were filled with pills.
Everyone really tried their best.
"...There's not enough time." Tang Wuke murmured, "There's nothing we can do."
"Stop him!" Xiao Yuan saw that she was about to self-destruct, and immediately said to the other cultivators, "I say, stop that demon cultivator!"
In the chaos, Tang Wuke followed the method taught by Zhong Changyao, calmed her mind, and white light instantly emanated from her body. Yun Xian looked at her stiffly, and after a moment, suddenly looked up!
She immediately ran towards Tang Wukechu, but was stopped by someone who intervened.
"Fellow Daoist Yun," Zhong Changyao said, "What do you want to do now?! Her self-destruction is her last resort, her only chance. Do you want to let this opportunity go to waste like this?"
"Stop talking nonsense here, it stinks. You were the one who told her to self-destruct, right?" Yun Xian pulled him away with a sword, but he tried to stop him again. Zhong Changyao said, "I've already said this, this is the last resort—"
"The last resort? Then what are we doing here? Sacrifice the princess, save everyone, and then everyone can go home and find their own mothers?" Yun Xian really wanted to tear off his face and make a pancake. "Get out of the way, let's get down to business. I'll slap you later!"
Zhong Changyao said helplessly: "This is a helpless act. Sacrificing one person to save everyone, if there is another way, who would be willing to..."
Yun Xian showed no mercy: "I'll say it again. You can only decide whether to sacrifice yourself. Who gave you the nerve to decide for others? If you really want to sacrifice for the country and the people, I suggest you find a rope to hang yourself first. If the evildoers die, it will be a blessing to mankind. Also, if you are useless, don't think others are useless too. Get out!"
She responded ten times to every one Zhong Changyao said, and the people outside the barrier were stunned.
Seeing someone about to self-destruct, instead of quickly moving to the side, he actually rushed over?! Is Yun Xian crazy?!
Qiao Lingshan could tell from her speaking speed that Yun Xian was extremely nervous. Seeing her still running towards that place, she quickly said, "Yun Xian!"
Everyone reached out to stop her, but failed, and watched her rush straight into the battlefield!
Someone outside the barrier sighed: "As expected, she is as quiet as a virgin and as active as a mad dog!"
Xiao Yuan was frantic: "...Is this the time to complain?! Huh?!"
The demon cultivator's retreat was blocked by a group of cultivators, and Jimo Shu was also guarding him. He was unable to break through for a while, and became extremely anxious. His expression suddenly became fierce, and he decided to turn back and take Tang Wuke's head!
The spirit seed in Tang Wuke was finally about to explode. She looked at the intense demonic light coming towards her face, and finally couldn't control herself anymore. She closed her eyes in fear.
At this moment, a familiar person appeared out of nowhere behind her.
"?!" Tang Wuke cried out in surprise, "Miss Yun, you, don't come over here, at a time like this..."
And they were too close, she had never been this close to anyone before... No, Tang Wuke, you're about to blow yourself up, and you're still thinking about this? You're almost dying!
"Princess, why didn't you tell me before you did it?" Yun Xian actually used this to say something to someone else. He said seriously, "Let me ask you, do you believe me?"
The Demon Lord was blocked at every level, but he still managed to repel everyone and headed straight towards Tang Wuke.
"I believe you." Tang Wuke said blankly, "I believe you almost more than I believe myself...but. Now?"
"Do you remember the first time you used your spiritual energy on the riverbank?" Yun Xian said, "It's now, just like then. Don't resist, don't fight, just relax!"
Tang Wuke subconsciously relaxed his body, and the spiritual energy belonging to Yun Xian slowly came in from his back as before.
Everyone outside the barrier: "..."
The monks: "..."
What the hell is going on?! Are you crazy?! Didn't Jiange teach you the three great taboos of cultivation?! The first taboo is not to connect spiritual energy. Never, ever! Not even with your closest relatives!
Human thoughts are incredibly complex. Even the closest of family members can have conflicts, and a momentary instinctive rejection can lead to catastrophic consequences. Tang Wu couldn't possibly maintain this situation forever. If she hesitated, regretted, or retreated even for a moment, her spirit seed would explode. Not only would she explode herself, but Yun Xian would also be shattered into a firework! Blood and flesh would fly everywhere!
What kind of life-or-death friendship is this? They've only known each other for a few days!
"Pavilion Master, please stay away from me." The Xingyan Sect elder said, "Cold sweat dripped onto my hands, making them a little slippery."
Xiao Yuan: "...I want to die, I want to die, I want to die..."
"Taiping, are you ready?" Yun Xian said cheerfully, "Spiritual energy is coming in. Absorb as much as you can. It's up to you!"
"..." Taiping had never screamed so hard before, and screamed: "Yun Xian!! Every time you seek death, you drag me with you!! I hate you so much!!!"
In the next moment, the spirit seed in Tang Wuke's body finally trembled violently and exploded instantly!
An unimaginably large amount of spiritual energy dissipated everywhere, being locked tightly within the two men's bodies. Almost instantly, Yun Xian's inner palace was filled to the point of bursting. The remaining spiritual energy, unable to escape, madly poured into the leader in Yun Xian's hand. Taiping suddenly fell silent, his spiritual light flickering wildly. He barely held on for less than ten seconds before screaming again, "No! No! Too much! It's going to explode!"
The reason why it was called that was true, because everyone saw that a crack had appeared on the leader.
"Hold on a little longer!" Yun Xian's entire body was almost stretched to the point of turning into a balloon, her eyes bloodshot. At this moment, she saw Su Chi catching up with her without a word from the corner of her eye, and she quickly said frankly, "Big Brother! Big Brother, don't come over here! I don't trust you that much yet. If you come over here, we'll become a Candy Crush game!!"
Su Chi: “…”
He wiped the blood off and quietly grasped the leader. The spiritual energy from Taiping was transmitted to him. Even Taiping himself couldn't believe it: "?"
Huh? Why is this person allowed?
"Yun Xian, what are you doing?!" Tang Wuke heard the voice. She had no spiritual roots and could not see inwardly. She only felt that a spiritual energy that did not belong to her was wrapping around the spiritual energy running around in her body, and then forcibly gathered towards her palm.
In just this short moment, she was unharmed, and Yun Xian spat out a mouthful of blood.
The demon cultivator's magic light was almost before their eyes. The overwhelming terrifying aura carried the meaning of death, but at this moment, Tang Wuke heard Yun Xian laugh softly in her ear.
"Didn't you say before how wonderful it would be if you were a cultivator?" She was almost at the end of her strength, but she still said in a light voice, "Actually, our cultivation isn't that mysterious. Watch carefully, I'm going to teach you the introductory formula of the Sword Pavilion now. Follow along!"
Yun Xian said: "Collect."
Tang Wuke stammered, "Take it in, take it in!"
Her spiritual energy was wrapped up and concentrated in one point.
Yun Xian said: "Transform."
Tang Wuke said: "Transform..."
The spiritual energy accumulated in the palm of his hand.
The demon cultivator is right before our eyes.
Yun Xian finally said: "Get lost!!!"
Tang Wuke: "Get lost! Huh?!"
Liu Xu: "Are your Sword Pavilion entrance techniques so wild?"
Qiao Lingshan collapsed: "I told you this is not the time to complain!!"
Amidst the monstrous demonic energy that was heading straight for his face, Tang Wuke felt his elbow being gently lifted up by Yun Xian, and he faced the demon cultivator's palm without dodging.
Encountered.
She...isn't dead?
Everything was silent in Tang Wuke's eyes. The ferocious demon cultivator seemed to be still as well. Between breaths, he revealed an expression of astonishment and fear at an extremely slow speed.
The next moment, an explosive white light burst out from her palm, instantly engulfing the demon cultivator. The demon cultivator screamed and flew backwards far away, with half of his head blown off!
He increased the force on his elbow a little more and held it gently, because Tang Wuke was shaking uncontrollably.
...With a gentle push, he took her across the chasm.
She stood in mid-air, looking down at the Tangling people below. Everyone stared with their mouths open, stunned, astonished. She saw the group of girls on the riverbank... the pregnant woman, and a few scattered people. The familiar dim light ignited in everyone's hearts again.
If only I had the power.
If only we could resist.
There is no need to do this anymore... There is no need to go on like this...
Yun Xian's rapid breathing was in his ears. Tang Wuke had never shed tears, but now he couldn't help but redden his eyes. He turned around and said hurriedly: "Yun Xian, you..."
"Now is not the time to look at me." Yun Xian turned her head back, held her hand tightly, and said weakly: "Okay, don't close your eyes. You must understand your own strength, get used to it, and then... use it."
The demon cultivator fell far away and was about to run away after touching his head. Tang Wuke suddenly thought and said, "Come back!"
The spiritual energy was once again wrapped up and released, pulling the demon cultivator back.
The blood was so sickening, the scene so tragic that the once high and mighty Demon Lord was now dying in her palm, begging for mercy: "Let me go, let me go! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have, I shouldn't have stolen the spirit seeds. I didn't absorb them all. There's resentment on them. I still have a few. I'll give them back to you. Please let me go!"
Tang Wuke stared at him blankly and said, "Do you know you're wrong?"
The demon cultivator said, "I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!! I have committed a heinous crime!"
"You know you're wrong, you know you're guilty." Tang Wuke said indifferently, "My aunts. They never even knew where they were wrong or guilty! Are you letting them go again?"
She suddenly tightened her fingers.
Amid the crowd's exclamations, she crushed the demon cultivator's head with one palm, and it exploded like a watermelon. She had a cold expression, but her eyes were still red. She retched as she skinned and tore off his bones, and took out all the dim spirit seeds in his inner mansion.
The first few seeds had been contaminated by the evil spirit and were almost gone. The last one was still shining. Tang Wu Ke tried to grab it, but with a light touch, the spirit seed suddenly shattered between heaven and earth as if it had fulfilled its wish.
Endless spiritual energy and demonic energy were entangled in the air, corroding each other. The demon cultivator took the opportunity to break free from his soul and tried to run away, but was stabbed through by Jimo Shu behind him.
"...If I didn't want to replenish my body, I really wouldn't want to eat you." Jimo Shu said with disgust: "It's so disgusting."
There were more and more cracks on the Taiping Sword, and blood began to seep from the corners of Yun Xian's skin. He was on the verge of exploding, and could only hold Tang Wuke's hand and blast around.
The magnificent palace, the seemingly peaceful farmland, the busy mines, the dark bungalows, the piles of corpses of madmen... all the absurd things were burned down, leaving only a scorched earth, just like a hundred years ago when everything just began.
But this time, the ending will not be the same.
The palace tiles fell, and someone slowly crawled out of the dungeon.
Yahe still had shackles on her hands and looked up into the air in confusion.
In the air, Tang Wuke seemed to sense something and slowly looked towards her.
The two looked at each other.
Extremely complicated.
The spirit seed exploded, and the spiritual energy in her body became less and less, all dissipating into the air and scattering in every corner of Tang Ling Kingdom.
The pregnant woman looked down at her belly in a daze.
The fetus in her body was actually slowly absorbing spiritual energy.
Yahe showed a complicated expression, not knowing whether she was crying or laughing. Tang Wuke withdrew his gaze and looked at Tang Yang in the distance. With another movement of his hand, the imperial crown on his head, representing the emperor, was slowly grasped in his palm.
She didn't say anything, but he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Your Majesty!"
There is nothing more absurd in the world than a father kneeling down to his daughter and calling her king.
Tang Wuke injected the last bit of spiritual energy into the mineral vein. In the end, she still had no spiritual roots. If Yun Xian did not use spiritual power to guide and wrap herself, she would still be an ordinary person.
The huge spiritual energy was exhausted, and Taiping, who had been screaming wildly, finally stopped screaming like a pheasant with its neck strangled.
Silence.
Only the stunned gazes of the crowd were still following.
Just now, he seemed to be trapped in an empty space. Tang Wuke noticed that the force on his elbow was getting weaker and weaker. Suddenly, he came to his senses and looked back in panic: "Yun Xian!!"
Yun Xian had turned into a blood gourd and fell down peacefully.
The eldest brother who caught her in the last championship battle was not in much better condition now. In the end, he could only try his best to hold her in his arms. Everyone was already stunned and now hurriedly reached out to catch her.
The flattering big black snake lifted the two of them up with its head, hissed twice, and moved closer to Tang Wuke. Its intention was quite obvious.
From the perspective of the demon cultivator, it probably recognizes the thief as its father... as its mother, probably.
The barrier had been nearly broken, but it was shattered by the final wave, revealing the stunned elders. They rushed over, but they couldn't help, only to be left with a mouthful of melon and witness a spectacular display they could probably talk about for six months. Only Xiao Yuan rushed over, calling out, "Xiao Yunxian—how are you?!"
In an instant, no matter in the four realms, the notice of the Xuanbao Pavilion about the Tang Ling Rebellion carried by everyone on their body floated into the air, vibrated violently, and began to combust without wind.
A large blood-red cross was hit on the demon cultivator's head. The portrait of the person who completed the task above the Heavenly Rank slowly appeared on it.
The young man was cheerful and carefree, with a smile on his face and eyebrows.
East Border, Jiange, Yunxian!
Nickname——
"Help!" Yun Xian sat up in shock from his dying illness and pulled Xiao Yuan's hand with difficulty, "Auntie, Auntie, help!"
Xiao Yuan: "You tell me! I'll give you whatever you say! Auntie will give you everything except the spirit stone!"
Yun Xian spat out blood while gesticulating, "Change that nickname to the world's number one swordsman..."
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