Above Luochuan, there is a strange mountain called "Wumian". There are numerous peaks and ridges, numerous ravines and rocks, and the air is filled with evil spirits. Monsters and strange beasts often appear. No one dares to live within a hundred miles, so people often call it "evil mountain".
At this moment, a loud noise suddenly erupted from the top of Wumian Mountain. The entire mountain seemed to be shaking. Thousands of golden lights mixed with the vaguely visible black mist quickly gushed out in all directions, illuminating the entire night sky. It lasted for a long time before gradually fading away. The loud noise also subsided, and Wumian Mountain returned to its former tranquility.
"He Qingci, do you admit defeat?" A cold and emotionless voice suddenly came from the top of the mountain.
The person who spoke was a man. He stood on the top of Wumian Mountain, facing the wind. He was wearing a black robe, slender and straight, with sideburns as sharp as a knife, eyebrows as black as ink, and a handsome face as cold as frost and snow. He wore a black jade hair crown with gold edges, and his long black hair was meticulously tied behind his head, fluttering gently in the breeze. The whole person exuded a capable and indifferent temperament.
What was more peculiar was that there were a few wisps of black air swirling around the man's body, slowly rising up. Combined with his pair of strange red eyes, he looked like a demon, and it was hard to tell whether he was good or evil.
About ten meters away from the man, a man in blue was kneeling on one knee, with one hand on the ground, barely supporting his shaky body, and the other hand wiping the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
After a long while, the man in green raised his lips and sneered, "Sang Wusheng, since you are determined to take my life, why bother talking nonsense? I, He Qingci, was defeated by you today. You can kill me or chop me up, it's all up to you."
The man called Sang Wusheng stretched out the long sword in his hand and pointed it directly at He Qingci. His eyes were still cold and ruthless. "I only want to ask you one thing. Thirteen years ago, when Tu'er was killed by you, she had the Soul Locking Banner I gave her. Logically, her soul should not have been scattered. Why was there only a corpse left when we found her?"
He Qingci laughed loudly upon hearing this, a trace of viciousness flashed in his eyes, he looked at Sang Wusheng coldly and said viciously: "I have already thrown the Soul Locking Banner into the endless abyss. Do you want to find the Soul Locking Banner and revive Hua Tui? You are simply dreaming!"
Sang Wusheng's eyes flashed with cold light, and his rage immediately turned into a powerful air pressure that rushed straight towards He Qingci. Almost in an instant, He Qingci was thrown onto a huge rock five meters away. The violent impact and the strong murderous aura caused He Qingci to suffer serious internal injuries, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Sang Wusheng said coldly: "Where is it? Tell me and I will spare your life."
He Qingci climbed up from the ground, holding up his shaky body, but still said in a cold voice: "The Endless Abyss, there is no return once you go. What's the matter, are you afraid and dare not go down to retrieve the Soul Locking Banner?"
Sang Wusheng's patience seemed to have reached its limit. He raised his hand and injected the surging spiritual energy into the ancient weapon in his hand - the Qingli Sword. He smiled coldly and said, "Since you want to die so much, I will grant your wish."
After saying that, the long sword in his hand flew straight into the sky with a "swish" sound, and instantly turned into hundreds of identical long swords. These long swords rotated at high speed in the sky, and dots of golden light illuminated the entire night sky, looking like aurora from afar.
All the beasts and monsters on Wumian Mountain rushed out of the dense forest, but did not dare to get too close. They could only watch this rare and magnificent spectacle from afar.
Seeing this, He Qingci knew that he would be killed today. He smiled bitterly, then closed his eyes, waiting for the moment when the Qingli Sword would pierce his body.
"If Qing Li leaves his body, his body will be scattered thousands of miles away, and his soul will be scattered."
He Qingci vaguely remembered Sang Wusheng saying this to him. However, they were still fellow disciples at that time, but now they have become enemies. It was really fate that played tricks on them.
Sang Wusheng raised his hand slightly, and countless Qingli swords flew towards He Qingci quickly. In the blink of an eye, He Qingci was covered by the light, which gradually dissipated after a long time. The place where He Qingci was just now was now empty, with only a few strands of black air swaying in the wind, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.
Sang Wusheng looked at the person who disappeared in front of him for a long time without saying a word, and his pair of red eyes also returned to the color of black jade.
At this time, a beautiful woman in red came forward and bowed, saying softly, "Demon Lord, He Qingci has been executed. When will he return to the fairyland?"
Sang Wusheng retracted his gaze, his eyes as calm as water, and answered: "Let's go now."
The red girl answered yes and followed Sang Wusheng respectfully. The two flew westward on their swords and soon disappeared into the night.
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However, what Sang Wusheng could not have predicted was that in another space, He Qingci, who should have died under Qingli's sword, suddenly opened his eyes.
He Qingci looked around in confusion. Wasn't he killed by Sang Wusheng a long time ago? Why was he now in a cold pond?
The water in the cold pond glowed with a blue glow, and was icy cold. The sound of gurgling water came from one side. He Qingci looked up and saw that it was a stream coming from the west, which was constantly pouring water into the cold pond. Although the water was a little strange, it unexpectedly relieved the sword wound on his body caused by the Qingli Sword, and it could also suppress the demonic energy that was constantly running wild in his body. It was a bit stronger than a panacea.
"You're awake." A gentle voice suddenly sounded from behind.
He Qingci's pupils tightened and he looked behind him vigilantly.
He saw a man in a light blue robe, with a faint smile on his lips, his eyes and eyebrows as gentle as jade, who was looking at him with a smile.
He Qingci asked cautiously: "Who are you? Why did you save me?"
The man still looked calm, and said with his lips slightly opened: "You can call me Zeyu."
He Qingci pondered for a moment, feeling somewhat surprised, and asked tentatively, "Are you... the previous Immortal Emperor?"
The man nodded slightly, then smiled and said, "It's been a long time since anyone called me like this."
He Qingci hesitated and said, "I don't know why the Immortal Emperor wants to save me?"
Ze Yu took two steps forward, sat down on a smooth stone bench, and said, "You originally had excellent wisdom and good luck with becoming an immortal, but your stepmother harmed you when you were young, destroying your spiritual roots. Over time, your inner demons became more serious, and you gradually went astray. Although you later got a chance, you became a disciple of a demon cultivator, and you killed people all year round just to rebuild your spiritual roots. Is that right or not?"
He Qingci looked at Ze Yu calmly and said, "Yes."
Ze Yu sighed and said, "Although you have accumulated many evil debts, you once had a kind thought when you were young and saved tens of thousands of people in the human world. The next Immortal Emperor who is undergoing the calamity in the human world happened to be among them. The people set up merit monuments for you, called you the Savior Saint, and worshiped you all year round. The Immortal Emperor also successfully survived the calamity and was able to fly to the Immortal World as soon as possible. Your merits far outweigh your faults, so your soul has not yet reached the time of destruction. If you can let go of your inner demons, concentrate on practicing, and accumulate more good deeds, you can fly to the Immortal World one day and become a free and easy immortal."
He Qingci couldn't help but sneer when he heard this: "For hundreds of years, all the suffering I've endured has already made my inner demons deep. When I was most desperate, no one could pull me out of the sea of suffering. How can I let go of all this so easily? There will probably never be a day when I can ascend to heaven in this life."
Ze Yu smiled slightly and said, "The past is all gone. Why do you have to stay in the darkness and not see the sunshine? Everything is due to different states of mind."
He Qingci sneered, "If it's as simple as you say, why not try it with someone else? If someone has endured as much hardship as I have since childhood, but can still be proud of the world in the future, then it's all my fault. He Qingci will definitely concentrate on practicing and doing good from now on. Do you dare to bet with me?"
Ze Yu was silent for a moment, with a gentle smile on his face: "If that's the case, why not take a gamble with you?"
After that, he stretched out his hand, pinched his fingers lightly to calculate, and after a moment he said: "Your fate is unique, rare in the world. There is only one person in this world who matches you."
He Qingci asked with some interest: "Who is he?"
Ze Yu said: "This man's name is Lu Ming, he is from China, and he comes from the human world. On the seventh day of the seventh month, Lu Ming will have a great disaster, and there is no escape from it. Let him complete the bet for you and me."
Ze Yu paused, and instructed the man in black behind him, "Chu Ji, I'll leave this matter to you. You can let him know everything about He Qingci, but you can't let him know about our bet."
The man in black nodded and took out a mirror from his Qiankun bag. The magic mirror was engraved with Taiyi Xuan pattern, and the mirror body was made of black sandalwood. The man in black recited a series of incantations, and the magic mirror emitted a strong golden luster. After the light slowly went out, the man in black disappeared on the spot.
He Qingci couldn't help but ask, "Could this be one of the ten great artifacts of ancient times, the Kunlun Mirror?"
Ze Yu nodded and said, "It is the Kunlun Mirror. It can view anyone and anything in the universe. It can also communicate between heaven and man. It has the power to break through the cracks in time."
He Qingci understood. For some reason, he felt a little hopeful. If this person could really change his original trajectory, avoid the fate of being torn apart, and live a carefree life in the world, and finally ascend to the immortal world, wouldn't it be a kind of redemption for him?
If he still cannot avoid this ending, and instead falls into the dark abyss from which he can never escape, just like him, and allows his inner demons to control everything and commit many evil deeds, then where should he go?
Ze Yu saw He Qingci frowning with an inexplicable look in his eyes, and he couldn't help but sigh softly.
At this moment, in another distant time and space, a tall and handsome man was standing in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, shaking the wine in the glass, looking at the neon lights outside the window in a daze. He did not feel the approaching danger at all, nor did he know what kind of unimaginable situation would greet him in the future.
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