Linglong Town (Seventeen)

Back then, Ying Heng was dressed in white and wielded the Spring Shadow Sword skillfully and freely. Before Sang Dai, he was the most powerful swordsman.

Shi Yao had met Ying Heng many times. The swordsman who had been living on the top of Tianque Mountain always had a tender look on his face when facing Sandy. Many people didn't understand why Ying Heng cared so much about Sandy, what was the relationship between Sandy and him, and why he took the initiative to accept Sandy when he had never accepted any disciples before?

But Shi Yao knew that Sang Dai was the only blood of Weisheng's family and the daughter of Ying Heng's old friend.

At this moment, the four of them were all stunned. Hua Ling couldn't believe that the person standing at the foot of the mountain was Ying Heng.

The strong wind blew his clothes, making his wide robe rustle. His long black hair was disheveled, and he looked very unkempt, not as neat as before.

But his demeanor remains the same as before, calm and composed, confident and high-spirited.

He held the Zhiyu Sword in one hand. The world's best sword looked particularly well-behaved in Ying Heng's hand.

Ying Heng's eyes were emotionless, and he said calmly, "Sir, if you want to kill my disciples today, I will have no choice but to kill you."

The monk in the distance ran over panting: "Amitabha... Teleporting with others really consumes spiritual energy. I am still faster."

He held his waist and panted heavily, looking up at Hua Ling on the top of the mountain, and shouted loudly:

"Madam Hua, I have rescued your husband and child, and they are now placed in the nearest sect!"

Shi Yao and the others understood instantly.

Tan Huai disappeared because he went to Chen's house to rescue someone. He had suspected the relationship between the young man and Hua Ling from the beginning.

Hua Ling let her child run out of Manxiang Pavilion to lead Sang Dai, Su Xuan and Tan Huai to find the location of Manxiang Pavilion. In fact, she wanted the young man to deliver a message. She knew that Tan Huai would definitely suspect the source of the madness, so he would probably visit the Chen family.

Hua Ling had been betting on that glimmer of hope from the beginning, betting that Sandy and the other two would definitely notice something was wrong and send people to the Chen family to investigate.

Shi Yao gritted her teeth and said, "Tan Huai!"

Tan Huai smiled sheepishly: "I'm sorry, I saw Ying Heng Xianjun on the way here, so I gave him some to bring back. It's really abominable that you use your numbers to bully the few."

Mrs. Shi shouted angrily: "I will kill you!"

She summoned her long sword and was about to kill Tan Huai, but just as she took a step forward, a sword pierced through her chest from behind.

Shi Yao and Bi Fang were stunned.

"Mother..."

"Mrs. Shi..."

Hua Ling drew out his long sword, his brows cold, "I just did what I should do."

She flew down and noticed that Ying Heng was not in the right state, as if he had lost all his five senses, so she used her spiritual power to send a message to Ying Heng: "Ying Heng, your spring shadow is in my mustard seed barrier, take the sword!"

She turned her palm over to open the mustard seed barrier, took out the long sword and threw it at Ying Heng.

Ying Heng raised his eyes and grasped the Chunying Sword according to Chunying's guidance.

Shi Yao supported Madam Shi, tears streaming down her face: "Mother..."

Madam Shi picked up the jade token and gasped for breath: "Call... all the disciples nearby... and kill Sang Dai and the others... You run for your life... Don't stay here..."

The jade token was crushed.

The disciples who were waiting within a dozen miles received the order and used their spiritual power to teleport towards them.

Tan Huai came to Ying Heng and said, "My Lord, Miss Sang is about to pass the thunder tribulation. She can't leave here. There are people from the Shi family a dozen miles away."

Ying Heng can't see Sang Dai, but Tan Huai can.

Sandy lowered her head, seeming to be a little out of her mind. The thunder tribulation was more like... it was forcibly brought about by her self-igniting golden elixir.

Ying Heng lowered his eyes, turned around as if with telepathy, and happened to come face to face with Sang Dai in the formation.

Neither of them could see each other. Sandy was unconscious and Ying Heng saw nothing but darkness.

"Master Tan Huai, can you come with me to stop those disciples?"

Tan Huai looked back at Bi Fang who had flown to the top of the mountain, "What about them?"

Bi Fang transformed into a crane with broad wings, carrying Shi Yao and Madam Shi on its back, and seemed to be about to leave.

Hua Ling came to their side. She was only at the Qi Refining stage, and Tan Huai was only at the Spirit Transformation stage. But Bi Fang was also at the Spirit Transformation stage, and there were so many disciples of the Shi family who were about to come.

Ying Heng pondered for a moment and said, "Never mind for now. Helping Dai Dai overcome the calamity is the most important thing. We cannot let anyone disturb us."

Tan Huai nodded and looked solemnly at the sky.

The woman in the pink skirt sitting on Linghe's back looked at him.

The moment he looked into her eyes, the usually calm Buddhist monk couldn't help but frown. He felt a chill from the soles of his feet, his hair stood on end, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

Shi Yao's eyes were so terrifying. Although she had a pretty face, her eyes were deep and cold, and when she stared at people, she was like a poisonous snake.

She looked at Tan Huai, her red lips slightly raised, and a cold smile appeared on her pale face.

Tan Huai frowned and clenched the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Hua Ling said: "The disciples of the Shi family are approaching here."

Ying Heng held the Spring Shadow Sword in one hand. This heavenly-level magical weapon could be used even without spiritual power, and it was an extremely spiritual sword in itself.

He held Chunying in one hand and Zhiyu in the other. There was a Tianyu Stone on the hilt of Zhiyu's sword, which stored the purest Guixu spiritual power.

Ying Heng said: "Zhiyu, go and protect your master."

After the words fell, Ying Heng jumped onto the Chunying Sword, "Chunying, let's go."

Chunying took Yingheng to a far place to stop the ambushing disciples of the Shi family.

The thunderstorm has been brewing for a long time, and I'm afraid it will strike soon.

The Zhiyu Sword flew into the formation and stood upright in front of Sandy. The sword formed a barrier to protect Sandy.

Tan Huai bowed to Hua Ling and said, "Madam Hua, I have already taken care of your family. Miss Sang is about to survive a catastrophe. It is not safe here. I will go to help Immortal Lord Ying Heng. You can find a place to hide first."

Hua Ling nodded: "Thank you, Master Tan Huai."

Tan Huai turned around and disappeared.

The ancestors of the Youyun Shi family were businessmen, and the family was wealthy and had many disciples.

This time, Madam Shi brought almost one-third of the disciples of the Shi family. Three thousand people followed her to surround and kill Sang Dai. Shi Yao was meticulous and brought another two thousand people to wait for orders.

The disciples stationed a dozen miles away received a message from their eldest daughter, which said:

I died at the hands of Sword Sect's Sandy. My disciples should avenge me and protect Yaoyao.

Mrs. Shi even asked them to protect Shi Yao in her will.

The leading disciple crushed the jade token with his hands, and the sound was like cutting ice and breaking jade.

"How dare you kill the eldest daughter of my Youyun Shi family? All disciples, listen up and avenge the eldest daughter!"

"yes!"

Two thousand disciples teleported to the Manxiang Pavilion, and when they were still dozens of miles away, they saw thick clouds in the sky.

The pressure was revealed, and an invisible force pressed on the back, and those with low cultivation almost fell to the ground.

"Is this... a thunder tribulation?"

The thunder tribulation of the Mahayana realm...

The answer is obvious: it can only be Sandy.

Someone descended from the void, and the Shi family's disciples looked over.

He was a swordsman dressed in white. His face was unfamiliar and the disciples did not recognize him.

Ying Heng has a special identity, so Tan Huai specially disguised him, and even the Chunying Sword had its true appearance concealed by the disguise.

Ying Heng was worried about causing trouble for Sandy.

Tan Huai walked side by side with him, and after seeing the huge crowd, he put his hands together and said, "Amitabha."

The leading disciple held a sword and said in a low voice: "Master Tan Huai, we know you and have no intention of being your enemy. This time, the young lady died at the hands of Sang Dai, and we must avenge her. Master, please and this fellow Taoist, please move aside."

Tan Huai shook his head calmly: "Your young lady was not killed by Miss Sang."

The disciple gritted his teeth and said, "Whether it is true or not, since the eldest lady said it was Sandy, then it must be her. Otherwise, we will not be able to report back to the sect."

Tan Huai sighed, and used his spiritual power to convey the disciples' words to Ying Heng word for word.

Ying Heng blinked his long eyelashes, his eyes unfocused, and said in a calm voice: "I'm sorry, you can't go today. Anyone who gets close to the great thunder tribulation will die."

The disciple gritted his teeth and said, "We have weapons to protect our bodies. We must kill Sandy today!"

After saying this, the disciple flew up and was about to continue on his way.

The murderous sword slashed across the sky and slashed his shoulder. The wound was so sharp that the flesh and bone were visible. The strike was extremely precise, but it avoided his vital points.

The disciple realized it belatedly and covered his badly injured shoulder.

"Senior Brother!"

A disciple came up to support him.

Hundreds of disciples stood in front of each other with swords drawn: "Who are you? How dare you stop the Youyun Shi family!"

Ying Heng raised his sword and pointed it at the people in front of him. He did not answer their questions but spoke to himself:

"If anyone crosses this line today——"

A strong sword light burst out from the body of the Chunying sword, and the sword body turned into a sword shadow that covered the sky and the sun. The cold sword energy made their robes echo with hunting.

Ying Heng swung his sword and chopped down without using any spiritual power. Just relying on Chunying's sword power, he made everyone's legs go weak and they almost fell to their knees.

The ground collapsed inch by inch, and after a loud explosion, a bottomless ravine stretched between the two sides.

"Exterminate."

These words were extremely arrogant. Even many powerful people did not dare to say that they could fight against a thousand people alone. Yet, he, a person whose spiritual power fluctuations could not be seen at all, dared to say such words.

But Ying Heng was convincing just by standing there. His face was emotionless, his eyes were empty, and a strand of hair was loose on the side of his temple. Although he looked very fierce, he had a kind of indifference that made everyone believe it.

Tan Huai glanced at Ying Heng beside him secretly and felt emotional.

Ying Heng is well-known for his soft heart. This powerful man has a good temper. One day he actually said such words to his junior. Both the master and the disciple are like this. When it comes to matters concerning people they care about, they will be particularly firm and decisive.

The disciples were silent, their eyes gleaming with ferocity, and were about to line up to kill this ignorant swordsman in white clothes—

At this moment, the first thunderbolt fell.

It descended from a height of thousands of feet, with a thunderous roar, and a spiritual bird flew across the quiet mountain forest.

The one with the highest cultivation among these disciples was just at the Nascent Soul stage. When had they ever seen the tribulation thunder of the Mahayana stage? Only one strike was enough for the residual pressure to spread to more than ten miles away. The disciples with lower cultivation levels vomited blood on the spot.

Ying Heng groaned and his body became unstable. Tan Huai quickly put up a protective shield for him to withstand the remaining power.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips: "Thank you."

Tan Huai replied: "You are too polite, Immortal Lord. You are a senior and a close friend of my father and mother."

Ying Heng lowered his eyes and murmured, "You are Shaoxi and Muqing's child...it's been so long."

Tan Huai said nothing and stood side by side with Ying Heng.

The disciples were hesitant, not knowing whether to move forward.

Ying Heng spoke up at this time: "More than 3,000 people of the Shi family have all died. Your eldest lady extracted their souls and used them to maintain the Illusion Killing Array."

The disciple was stunned: "...What?"

Ying Heng held his sword in front of him and said, "That's all I have to say. If you still want to come forward, I will kill you."

The thunder in the distance was getting heavier and heavier. The disciples had never seen such swift thunder before. Normally, a cultivator's thunder tribulation would take several days to last, giving the cultivator a chance to relax. However, Sang Dai's thunder was far from being like that.

It dropped another one in the blink of an eye. The disciples were affected by the residual pressure. More and more people fell to the ground unable to bear it, let alone surround and kill Sandy.

Ying Heng could no longer hold on, and Tan Huai was also affected by the residual pressure and started coughing up blood.

"Immortal Lord Ying Heng, please leave here first."

Ying Heng shook his head: "...No, Dai Dai is going through a tribulation."

He could feel the impact in his sea of ​​consciousness and knew how powerful and terrifying the thunder was.

He can't see it, but Tan Huai can.

It was simply unbelievable, that thunder tribulation was too terrifying. Tan Huai was not there when Sang Dai entered the initial stage of Mahayana, but now he witnessed with his own eyes the murderous intention of Heaven towards Sang Dai.

God really wants to kill Sandy.

No chance for her to survive.

Ying Heng stood still, guarding the Honggou with Chunying in his hand.

His disciples were undergoing the tribulation behind him.

***

Sandy was unconscious, and when she woke up in the array, thousands of red threads passed through her body.

Her mind was weak, but she had only one thought in her head.

——I want to go back.

Return to the little fox.

Find her master.

The Illusion Killing Array was built using the souls of these three thousand disciples. Now, more than two days have passed. The array is connected to Sandy's soul and cannot be severed by ordinary people. She does not have that much spiritual power now and can only hope for the thunder from the sky.

Changmang was unconscious, and Zhiyu was dying because of her weakness.

But she had to go back.

She had made an appointment with Su Xuan, but something happened to Su Xuan and he never came to look for her.

Sandy closed her eyes.

Su Xuan once told her that no one in this world was more important than herself, and she must take care of herself.

But she had no other choice, this was the only way out for her.

Sandy breathed tremblingly, closed her eyes, and found the golden seal in the dark sea of ​​consciousness.

The Osmanthus Seal stores the purest Guixu spiritual power, which is the spiritual power left for her by the Snow Owl.

Zhiyu seemed to sense what she was about to do, and the sword spirit weakly tried to stop her in her sea of ​​consciousness.

"Master... self-ignited golden elixir... forced to break through, the thunderbolt will be more powerful than before..."

Sandy did not respond, and used all her spiritual power to ignite her golden elixir.

She knows, she knows it all.

But she couldn't help it.

The Mahayana initial stage could not break the illusion killing formation created by three thousand living souls. She had no choice but to cross the border and summon the heavenly thunder to shatter the formation.

The spiritual power brought by the spontaneous combustion of the golden elixir is powerful and surging. Sandy mobilized the spiritual power of Guixu and led it to her own dantian.

She couldn't see anything, everything was blurry.

She struggled to stand up, with thousands of red threads tethered to her body, sucking her spiritual strength like maggots on her tarsal bones.

Sandy's meridians were surging and her whole body was in pain. Her spiritual power was boiling and powerful, rushing through her meridians.

She could not hear any sounds outside, nor could she see the people standing in front of the formation.

There was only pain, only severe pain, but only pain could wake her up.

Clouds gathered overhead, covering an area of ​​dozens of miles.

Sandy looked up, but couldn't see the dark clouds clearly. She could only feel the pain all over her body. The lightning array was restricting her.

"...You want to kill me, even though I did nothing wrong."

She murmured, "I just want to live, to find my master, and to live with the person I love."

"I did nothing wrong. It was you who was wrong."

The winding lightning suddenly fell at this moment. The first lightning directly shattered Zhiyu's sword and shield and hit Sangdai hard.

She fell to her knees, hunched over, and used her arms to support her body with great difficulty.

This is the first of the seven Mahayana thunders.

Sandy's mouth was full of blood and she watched her tears fall.

"It's obviously your fault..."

The second thunderbolt fell.

Sandy mobilized the spiritual power of Guixu to erect a protective barrier.

The pressure made her feel pain all over, and she gritted her teeth and looked up at the sky.

"I told you, you're wrong!"

The third thunderbolt struck at this moment.

"What's wrong with me wanting to find my master? What's wrong with me wanting to live? It's not my fault that I was eroded by the inexplicable black energy. I did nothing wrong. Why are you killing me?"

Bolts of lightning struck her body.

God didn't give her a chance to catch her breath. Sandy had no strength left and couldn't even form a protective barrier.

Her soul was weak, and the little Guixu spiritual power she had was not enough for her to survive the thunderstorm.

She lay on the ground, gasping and spitting out large mouthfuls of blood. The blood spread between her lips and teeth, and the smell of rust was really unpleasant.

Less than a quarter of an hour had passed when six of the seven Mahayana realm tribulation thunders had fallen, severing most of Sang Dai's meridians.

A crack appeared on the body of the Zhiyu Sword because the owner's life force was rapidly draining away.

It seemed to realize that Sandy had no strength to resist. She had been fighting for too long, and her spirit and soul had been weakened too much by the formation. If she tried to endure the thunder tribulation of the Mahayana realm with such a body, she would almost certainly die.

The last thunderbolt of heaven had been brewing for a long time, and this time it was bound to kill her.

Sandy's mind was confused.

She heard Zhiyu calling her, but her eyes were too sleepy to open.

It was as if she had fallen into darkness. She could not see anything. She did not know how much time had passed, where she was, or why she had ended up here.

In the confusion, delusion was split apart by golden light, and a sweet-scented osmanthus seal appeared in front of her.

"A person with a heavenly spiritual root awakening...what path have you chosen?"

Sandy still heard the sound.

She murmured, "My path...was established when I was ten years old..."

Protect all living things and have no regrets even if I die.

Her sword must be a shield against life, not a blade against life.

She heard a sigh, which seemed to bring endless disappointment to her.

"You still can't figure it out."

The seal slowly opened, dispelling the darkness.

When the darkness completely dissipated, Sandy saw the dark forest.

The ground was covered with blood, which had soaked the snowfield red. The sky was dark and dark, with thick clouds blocking out the sun. The world was filled with darkness and death. She smelled the pungent smell of blood, which made her feel dull and depressed.

Sandy saw a man standing in the distance holding a sword, his black hair hanging down with a few strands of hair and blood stuck to his face, and behind him was a cliff.

His back was slightly bent, he kept spitting blood, his body was covered with deep and shallow wounds, and outside the formation were thousands of people holding weapons.

Those people asked him:

"Ying Heng, did you really destroy the Guixu Spiritual Vein? Did you massacre the Cangwu Taoist Temple?"

The man on the cliff raised his head slightly, and Sandy saw his face covered in blood and his eyes were dim.

She whispered, "Master..."

But Ying Heng couldn't hear it.

He just stood up with difficulty, and faced with thousands of people chasing him, he laughed.

"It's me."

Sandy shook her head: "No...it's not you! It's not you!"

Thousands of people were outraged:

"If they are destroyed, they will be killed!"

"Sinner, kill him!"

"He destroyed Guixu, killed him!"

Sandy rushed towards him: "Master!"

The killing array was opened at this time, and thousands of strong winds came towards him from all directions.

Strong winds cut through his body, and he fell off a cliff like a broken-winged butterfly. The cold wind embraced him as he fell, straight into the turbulent sea.

“Master!!!”

She jumped down with Ying Heng, but did not fall into the sea.

She came to another place, and she recognized it.

Sandy saw the large and familiar palace where she had lived for several months.

But the palace where she once lived was as warm as spring, and there were karmic fireballs everywhere. Now the palace has been broken through, and where there should have been a wide master couch, there is now a black ice couch.

The windows in the house were closed, and the entire palace was like an ice cave.

The young man in black robe pushed the door open.

His silver hair was scattered behind his head and his eyes were dull and indifferent.

The wide robe was dragged on the dark bricks, and the gold pattern reflected a dazzling light.

Sandy murmured: "Su Xuan..."

But the little fox didn't notice her. He opened the bead curtain without blinking and came to the inner hall.

There was a person lying on the ice bed.

Her face was as pale as snow, and her profile was peaceful and beautiful. Even though she had long been dead and had no soul in her body, her body did not show any sign of decay. Apart from the lack of blood, she looked as if she was sleeping.

Su Xuan stood beside the ice bed and watched for a long time.

His long eyelashes were half drooped, and the silence and deathly aura around him almost caught up with the corpse lying on the ice bed.

Sang Dai called him helplessly: "Su Xuan, Su Xuan, look at me..."

Su Xuan seemed as if he hadn't heard it.

Once upon a time, whenever she was with Su Xuan, his eyes would always stay on her.

Now Su Xuan didn't look at her at all, and couldn't see her.

He transformed into a nine-tailed fox and jumped onto the ice bed. He carefully grasped the corpse's shoulders with his fox claws and held her completely in his arms.

Nine tails wrapped around her body, the fox head rested on her shoulders, and the golden divine seal on her forehead had dimmed a lot.

The little fox is very quiet.

Sang Dai covered her lips and sobbed: "Su Xuan, look at me..."

The little fox held the person in his arms for a long time, but the person in his arms was still as cold as snow.

He opened his eyes and looked blankly at the person in his arms. He licked her cheek carefully like a cub and nudged her body with his fox head.

"Dade..."

Sandy rushed forward: "I'm here. I'm here."

The little fox whimpered, and tears flowed down the corners of its eyes, wetting its soft fur.

He sobbed and cried softly.

"Dade..."

He kept crying, and Sandy started crying too.

The pictures in front of me flashed frame by frame.

Outside the window, the frost and snow melted, the dead trees sprouted, grew luxuriantly in the summer, and covered the ground with fallen leaves in the autumn.

Finally, it turns into dead wood in winter.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter pass, year after year.

Su Xuan always left during the day and returned under the stars at night, transforming into a little fox and staying beside her.

His eyes grew duller day by day, and the murderous aura emanating from him grew heavier day by day. His inner demons tortured him, but the murderous intent and hatred also helped him to improve his cultivation.

Sandi was like an outsider, watching Su Xuan's pain, his despair, and the passage of a hundred years through an invisible barrier.

During the hundred years since her death, Su Xuan guarded her like this every day.

He obviously liked warmth, but because of her corpse, he lived in an ice room and slept next to her all day.

Only the cold could keep her body from decaying.

But he remembered that she was very afraid of the cold, so he turned into a little fox to protect her, even though he couldn't warm her up at all.

He lived in contradiction, despair, pain and regret for a hundred years.

One day in the hundredth year, the corpse on the ice bed turned into bones.

It was as if the corpse consciously destroyed itself to prevent him from torturing itself like this any longer.

After a busy day, Su Xuan returned home late at night. He opened the pearl curtain and saw the white bones on the ice bed.

He looked at it quietly for a long time, without saying a word, as silent as death.

Sandy, who was watching from the sidelines, tried to touch him again and again, but passed through him again and again.

Until a light laugh broke the silence.

Su Xuan laughed. He covered his eyes and laughed out loud, bending his waist and hunching his back. Sang Dai saw his tears dripping onto the floor tiles.

He coughed violently and spat out large mouthfuls of blood. Liu Lixue rushed in from outside the hall.

Peacock has matured a lot, and because of these years of fighting, he has also shed his past eccentricity.

Liu Lixue looked at the white bones on the ice bed. She felt weak. She took a few steps back and leaned against the wall, despair in her eyes.

“My Lord…”

It's over. It's all over.

Su Xuan smashed the candlestick in the room, pointed at the bones on the ice bed and cried and roared: "You don't even give me a thought! You didn't want to look at me when you were alive, and you didn't want to be by my side when you died. What have I done? Why do you hate me so much!"

"Sandy, Sandy, I owe you something! I owe you something!"

"Why do you do this to me! Why do you do this to me! Sandy!"

Sang Dai burst into tears and went forward to hug his waist: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Su Xuan, I'm really sorry."

But he couldn't hear, and he cried to the skeleton again and again.

She couldn't hold him either.

Su Xuan cried until he vomited blood, and drove Liu Lixue out like a madman. However, after everyone left, he sat quietly in the house for the whole night, guarding the skeleton on the bed.

Sandy cried all night, watching him sitting there motionless. He was clearly still alive, yet he looked like he was dead.

When it was daybreak, he stood up, put on new clothes, and took out a wooden hairpin to tie up his waist-length silver hair.

He stood by the ice bed and watched for a long time.

Afterwards, Su Xuan raised his hand indifferently, and a fire burned the entire main hall clean, turning Sang Dai's body into ashes.

He turned and left the demon palace.

He went to the fairyland and to the back mountain of the Sword Sect.

He was carrying a jug of wine and died at the hands of Shen Ci Yu and Tian Dao on the anniversary of her death.

Sandy knelt on the ground with her hands covering her face.

Because her body was destroyed, he could no longer hold on and lost all hope of living.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

I'm really sorry.

Everything appears and disappears like a passing cloud.

The osmanthus seal appeared before her eyes again, the light still dazzling.

She heard an empty voice penetrate the emptiness and reach her ears.

"The four sufferings are poisonous, and the world is destroyed. What path do you choose, a person with awakened heavenly spiritual roots?"

The four sufferings will eventually corrode and return to ruins, and the four realms will eventually be destroyed.

Where is her way?

She once thought that her mission was to protect the immortal world, and that even if it meant sacrificing her life or death, it was her responsibility.

She is a person with awakened spiritual roots, and she was born to put all living things before herself.

For the sake of the fairyland, she blindly rejected Su Xuan. For the sake of the fairyland, she lost her own life and Su Xuan's life.

She was so loyal to the immortal world that she only dared to investigate Ying Heng's affairs in secret.

Ling Yin said that she would be surrounded and killed in Guixu, and her heavenly spiritual roots would be extracted.

Lingyin also said that even if the old destiny was changed, the new destiny would still require her to die.

But if she died, Su Xuan would not be able to survive, and no one would look for Ying Heng, and no one around her would have a good ending.

Sandy lowered her hands from covering her face.

She raised her head and looked at the osmanthus seal in the darkness.

It told her a lot, it seemed to know a lot.

The golden seal gradually became vague and blurred.

She saw a handsome face, dressed in white and graceful clothes, with black hair tied up with a wooden hairpin.

"Dade, you've grown up."

The face disappeared.

She saw another face, with a black robe embroidered with precious gold thread, and handsome features.

"Daidai, I'll wait for you to come back."

The voice had asked her many times.

——Those with awakened heavenly spiritual roots, what path have you chosen?

Sandy raised the corners of her lips and slightly opened her red lips: "My way..."

She stood up slowly, the osmanthus seal disappeared into her forehead, and the powerful Guixu spiritual power surged through her meridians.

"Beside me."

It's not about the fairyland, the common people, or the responsibility of an awakened person with heavenly spiritual roots.

The world has failed her, and the four realms will eventually surround and kill her.

She once listened to Ying Heng's words and thought that her sword must become a shield for the people. She should risk her life for the people and protect them with her life.

Both she and Ying Heng were overwhelmed by the responsibility.

But someone once told her: "Sandy, no one is more important than yourself."

Both she and Ying Heng were wrong.

They should live first and protect the ones they love before they can protect more people. She shouldn't die. If someone wants to kill her, she should pick up the sword and survive.

Even if she is really surrounded by the four realms in the end, she will fight to the death.

If someone wants to kill her, she will kill him, regardless of the position.

Sandy opened her eyes. The last bolt of thunder in the clouds had been brewing for a long time.

She stood up and picked up the Zhiyu Sword that was standing in front of her.

Holding the hilt in her hand, Guixu spiritual power flowed through her meridians to the entire Zhiyu Sword.

The sword was wrapped in powerful spiritual energy, and the illusionary killing array had already been shattered by the thunder.

Sandy looked up, her face expressionless.

There seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at her from behind the clouds.

"I have to live, so—"

Thunder fell at this moment.

Sandy raised the sword and pointed it directly at the lightning, and the powerful Guixu spiritual power flowed from the Tianyu Stone onto the sword.

She swung her sword down, and the sword light transformed into a sword shadow that blocked out the sun, and the murderous sword shadow struck towards the thick thunder.

"I must kill you."

The sword light collided with the sky thunder, and the sky thunder suddenly disappeared into the void. Then the blue sword light suddenly dissipated, enveloping the entire sky thunder.

The thunder that was about to kill Sandy just now lost all its murderous intent. It fell from the sky and entangled the body of Zhiyu Sword, with purple lightning crackling.

Sandy held the sword in one hand, her eyes cold.

"I'll give you your thunder back."

He pressed down with his wrist, the sound was earth-shaking, the ground collapsed inch by inch, and the disciples a dozen miles away fainted.

Ying Heng knelt on the ground and vomited blood. Tan Huai struggled to hold up the protective barrier to protect them.

Tan Huai looked up at the sky with difficulty.

Under the thick clouds, a bolt of lightning struck upward from the ground. The entire body of the lightning was purple, and it was actually wrapped in the azure sword light. The buzzing sound of thunder tore through the darkness, and the sword shattered the thick clouds.

The thick clouds were broken apart.

Tan Huai's pupils narrowed. He couldn't believe what he saw before him and looked into the distance without blinking.

He was not wrong.

Sandy...

Split the sky.

Ying Heng climbed up and jumped onto the Chunying Sword: "Go find Daidai, go find her."

When Tan Huai turned around, Ying Heng had already disappeared, and the ground was covered with rubble.

Sandy jumped out of the pit.

Spiritual energy surged in her meridians, her clothes were torn and covered in blood, and only the nine-string hairpin on her head was still intact.

The Zhiyu Sword hums, but the sword's power remains.

Sandy's heart was very calm.

The pair of eyes in the sky had not yet completely disappeared, and they were looking at her quietly.

Sandy held Zhiyu tightly in her hand.

"Just wait, one day, I will chop you off myself."

She must live, she must use this sword to protect herself and the people she cares about. A person with awakened heavenly spiritual roots is nothing. Unwarranted responsibilities are not as important to her as her own life. She cannot die for anyone.

She must live.

She must kill this day.

If the way of heaven is unfair, if the four realms betray her, and if all living beings do not tolerate her, then she will use this sword to cut off the road of this world and break the impasse by killing.

She can kill evil spirits and judge injustice.

She can also cut off the way of heaven.

When the clouds dispersed, the sunlight penetrated the darkness and fell on Sandy.

She withdrew her gaze indifferently and was about to leave to find her little fox, but in the sunlight she saw a swordsman in white flying towards her.

He couldn't see and stumbled towards her after landing.

Sandy blinked at that moment.

Thought I was dreaming.

But the pain in her body told her that this was not a dream.

I was full of energy just now, but the moment I saw him, it seemed as if all the strength was gone.

The sword in his hand fell to the ground.

She had difficulty breathing.

She stiffened and opened her legs.

One step, two steps, three steps.

Then faster and faster, she ran away, fell down and quickly got up.

She ran into the man's arms, hugged him tightly, and smelled the pungent smell of blood on his body.

Just now she kept telling herself to endure it.

Endure the pain, endure the despair, endure the tears.

She is alone now, she can only rely on herself, with no one behind her.

But when I held him in my arms, I heard him yell in confusion:

"Dade..."

Sandy burst into tears, venting all the grievances of the past years.

"Master..."