Chapter 475: The next step, Liu Zhiyin has already opened the way
A man who lies as easily as drinking water said one more word before death came.
He said.
If he is killed, the souls of all the people in Yantian Sect will be dispersed.
Are the words that are of vital importance to the lives of everyone in Yantian Sect true?
Still, it's a lie.
It was a lie made up to beg for mercy.
Ye Xingzhou could no longer tell what was real or fake.
Perception is not perception, body is not body.
Only the thick smell of rust and blood in his mouth constantly stimulated him and reminded him.
He is still alive.
Ye Xingzhou is still alive.
Ye Jinghe is still alive.
Blurred vision, clear sound.
He heard someone tell him firmly.
Kill the wind and rain.
Pick up the sword and kill the wind and rain.
Ye Xingzhou slowly raised his head, his scattered black pupils gradually focused and fell on the ground, on the person on the ground who had already been pierced like a sieve.
His black clothes were stained with blood, his breath was hanging by a thread, and only his eyes with three white dots could move.
Lu Yue's heart stopped beating, and the fate stolen by the wind and rain was disappearing.
The previous moment, the people on the ground were still enjoying the results of their plan, and the next moment they were in a mess and on the verge of death.
It turns out that this man who is full of lies will also be afraid before death comes.
The storm comes with fear, the fear is overwhelming and is about to sweep away the pain all over the body.
Ye Xingzhou was also afraid, afraid that the lies that came with the storm were not lies.
When their eyes met, no one moved.
Ye Xingzhou held the sword, and his wrist wrapped in the black wrist guard was trembling.
"kill."
When I was hesitant, the voice once again pointed out the direction firmly.
This time, Zuo Chunhui firmly told Ye Xingzhou to pick up the sword and kill Feng Yulai.
Ye Xingzhou's legs, which felt as heavy as lead, finally took a slow step forward. The spiritual power rushing through his dantian made it difficult for him to even walk.
Staggering, Ye Xingzhou finally took the first step.
A fluorescent shadow attached itself to Ye Xingzhou's body after the first step.
Black hair is intertwined with white hair, and white is reflected on red clothes.
This moment.
One step, two people take.
One sword is held by two people.
Accompanied by that firm and powerful voice, the determination given by the shadow made Ye Xingzhou move forward step by step.
The sword in his hand felt cold, and the drooping tip of the sword scraped across the old floor tiles, making a harsh scraping sound.
He walked forward, his shadow like spring accompanying the harmonious scenery, taking root step by step, breaking through the thunder, lightning, wind and rain.
Every step shortens the distance between the two sides.
Ye Xingzhou's steps finally became steady.
He stopped before Fengyu Lai and looked down with his eyes lowered.
The wind is gentle and my hair is swaying like willows.
The wind blew the hair across the eyes that were barely open, and the soft hair became cutting lines, hurting the eyeballs.
In a moment, the mourning of the wind blowing through the hair is the pain of the death sentence.
Fengyulai blinked his eyes, and blood and tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.
The black air in the chest is getting lighter and lighter.
He curled his bloody lips and whispered a word.
"Ye Xingzhou."
"You'll regret this."
Ye Xingzhou ignored all the sounds from the outside world and focused his eyes on Feng Yulai's heart.
Finally, the black air dissipated, and the broken heart was revealed.
Lu Yue's fate disappeared.
What remains to endure the pain is becoming powerless again in the face of wind and rain.
The wind and rain made his whole body tremble with pain, but he was still making intermittent sounds.
"Ye... cough cough cough! If you don't do it now, I will..." die.
He paused.
His eyes, covered in blood, were fixed on the sword in Ye Xingzhou's hand, and a crack appeared in his eyes.
The tip of the sword was rapidly absorbing the most yang energy of Beidian City. The most yang energy in the entire city filled the tip of the sword.
When this sword falls, the coming wind and rain will give you a taste of true excruciating pain.
The blood moon filled the sky and screams covered the earth.
When the wind and rain come, death occurs.
Ye Xingzhou looked at the falling head without any fluctuation in his eyes.
Fengyu's eyes were bloodshot because of the intense pain at that moment.
Just by looking at these eyes, you can tell what kind of pain he endured before death.
Not enough, far from enough.
Even if Feng Yulai's physical body dies, he will still be resurrected in the ghost market.
Ye Xingzhou held his sword and turned to walk towards the city gate.
In this blood moon formation, everyone is still. Even if the wind and rain come, stillness is stillness.
The only two things that remain unchanged are the butterflies flying in the wind and everyone's eyes climbing up to the immortal.
"Ye Jinghe."
"You can't kill him."
Zuo Chunhui's voice sounded again.
"Be obedient, and leave the task of killing Feng Yulai to the Demon Lord."
Ye Xingzhou stopped in front of the people at the city gate.
Every flying hair and every drop of sweat secreted by the skin are so vivid.
The safety lock around the neck still remained in mid-air.
Meng Zhi rushed towards him with all her might.
But this strange power froze him in this moment.
Behind Meng Zhi were Xiang Xiuyuan, Yue Qian, Elder Xuan, and countless familiar faces.
There was also Chao Fuyun flying his sword in the sky, Mu Liushui and Gu Qingshan in the flying boat...
Now.
Ye Xingzhou could not sense their breathing or heartbeat.
I can only helplessly watch the eyeballs climb up to Immortality.
Ye Xingzhou opened his mouth, his voice hoarse.
"Why?"
"Those who cannot be suppressed will also be parasitized?"
If it is so easy to be parasitized, then what is the point of the ancient artifact's existence?
Are the Heavenly Dao cleansing rules so irreversible?
Ye Xingzhou lowered his eyelids and his gaze fell on the sword in his hand.
Now, he is the only living person in the entire world of immortal cultivation.
Then what's the point of him being alive?
"Ye Jinghe."
Zuo Chunhui called out softly.
Immediately afterwards, a steady stream of cool air poured into Ye Xingzhou's body.
"Don't be affected by the backlash."
"Don't be fooled by the storm."
A fluorescent shadow controlled Ye Xingzhou's body and began to chant the Heart Purification Mantra.
Over and over again, repeated in their ears, the gentle tone gradually calmed the rioters.
Until the trembling body calmed down little by little, and the emotion shrouded in despair disappeared completely.
The third level of cultivation barrier is unlocked.
Entering the stage of spiritual transformation.
Ye Xingzhou opened his eyes again. Although his spiritual energy was abundant, he felt as if he were in another world.
The world is silent, and the wind is silent too.
He looked around, the stillness still there.
He was all alone in this world of red moon.
"Better?"
Zuo Chunhui's voice made Ye Xingzhou's heart tremble.
Still here.
There are others.
"What should I do?" Ye Xingzhou asked.
"Don't be afraid."
"For the next step, Liu Zhiyin has already opened the way."
Zuo Chunhui soothed him, "Now go to the southeast. There is a dead tree there, and on the dead tree is a ghost's head."
The mark that Zuo Chunhui pointed out was where Grandpa Jiangke was.
Ye Xingzhou controlled his body and quickly rushed to the place designated by Zuo Chunhui.
Until it stopped in front of a dead tree.
Ye Xingzhou looked up at the old man's head which was also frozen.
Zuo Chunhui suddenly asked, "Which direction is Cangshui sensing?"
Ye Xingzhou recalled, "Northwest."
At that time, Ye Xingzhou and his companions were planning to go to the northwest to investigate the fluctuations, but they were prevented from going because of the appearance of people from Yantian Sect.
"Sure enough, Cangshui was affected and gave you the wrong direction."
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