Chapter 93 Chapter 93 (Revised) I am still your good brother...
There is only one Eight Realms Master in the entire True Immortal Realm, and his life is hanging by a thread.
However, Jiang Zhaoxue, who had not advanced in two hundred years, unexpectedly advanced two levels in less than ten years and entered the eighth realm!
The gap between each realm of a destiny master is tens of millions of times. The moment she was promoted, her spiritual power surged like a sea wave and a landslide, rushing towards the world in an instant.
It rushed towards the young Fu Xiu who was crying bitterly while holding his brother under Ding Kun's needle;
It rushed towards the young man desperately climbing forward in the desert on the north side;
It rushes to the city, to the wilderness, to everyone who prays for her protection.
Jiang Zhaoxue's magic circle was like a tomorrow hanging over the heads of all living beings. Every time a magic circle was opened, it saved a citizen whose soul was being extracted by the holy pool. The pain disappeared in an instant, and the rescued person knelt on the ground in panic.
The voices of prayer and thanksgiving spread to every corner of the world, transformed into strength and returned to Jiang Zhaoxue's body, as if it was the cycle of heaven and earth, endless.
Song Wulan looked at the scene in shock, but quickly reacted and said coldly, "What's the point of you protecting them? Even if you advance to the eighth level, your spiritual power will be exhausted. If you can't destroy the formation and kill Xinluoyi, you will just die in vain!"
"Who said she can't be destroyed!"
A young man's roar resounded through the clouds. Song Wulan had a bad feeling, but before he could figure it out, he heard a deafening bang behind him.
Song Wu Lan looked back in shock and saw the broken Dingkun Needle breaking through the clouds in the distance, like a rapidly growing stone pillar supporting the sky, rushing towards the sky like mad.
Its extended column is covered with bloody talismans, as if it is a sharp blade carrying the fate and expectations of everyone, breaking through the clouds and mist, splitting the skylight, bravely moving forward, and moving forward!
As the Dingkun Needle quickly rushed into the sky, Jiang Zhaoxue felt the power of Penglai awakening in her body again. Her Dharma image opened her eyes high up and saw corpses all over the ground under the Dingkun Needle. Blood covered the steps below the Dingkun Needle. Qian Sisi was unconscious at Ye Tianjiao's feet, while Ye Tianjiao was standing alone in front of the Dingkun Needle.
The wind was howling wildly, the young man's hairband fluttered, he held a dagger in one hand, and the other hand was covered with scars. Blood flew out from his cut arm, turning into thousands of talismans that wrapped around the Dingkun Needle all the way up, filling every inch of the new column of the Dingkun Needle, and then quickly condensed into the column.
Ye Tianjiao looked up at the sky, golden talismans constantly floating and turning in his clear eyes. He was more upright and resolute than ever before, his face covered in blood and tears, and he roared, "Who told you she lost?! Who said the Dingkun Needle was broken?! I, Ye Tianjiao, was born a genius. The Dingkun Needle, even if heaven wants to break it, I will make it soar to the sky, I will make it go against the will of heaven. What can heaven do to me?! What can people do to me?! Doesn't the Book of Destiny say that I am doomed?! Doesn't it say that you will take my life?! Come on!"
Ye Tianjiao looked up at the sky and shouted at the top of his lungs, "My brother is dead, my master is dead, my fellow disciples are dead, my friends are dead. I only have one life left. Come and take it if you can! If the sky doesn't kill me today, I will kill it tomorrow!"
His blood and voice rolled up together. At the moment when the Dingkun needle hit the sky fiercely, the power of Penglai roared like a giant dragon again and poured into Jiang Zhaoxue's body.
Jiang Zhaoxue closed his eyes, but the hundred-foot-tall Dharma image slowly raised his left hand. The power of Penglai condensed in his palm and turned into gambling luck patterns. The Qiankun Lottery was thrown out again, spinning rapidly in the air.
Seeing this, Song Wulan knew she was going to start a bet. His expression changed drastically as he stepped back, throwing out three copper coins. At the same time, he raised his hand and swung a teleportation formation around him, shouting, "Kill her!"
As soon as these words came out, Mu Jinyue rolled forward, dodging Pei Zichen's sword, and saw Jiang Zhaoxue's magic light high up, and she was so frightened that she pounced on him like crazy!
Cultivators continuously emerged from the teleportation array, but it was obvious that there were not many of them left. They joined forces to attack Jiang Zhaoxue. Pei Zichen raised his hand and waved it. The broken swords on the ground took off and turned into a sword formation that flew towards everyone!
His purple innate sword intent surrounded Jiang Zhaoxue, and he completely blocked Mu Jinyue in front of her, stopping her crazy attack.
All this fell into the eyes of Shen Yuqing from a distance.
Most of his physical and spiritual strength had recovered, and he was flying fast on his sword. He looked at the woman who looked like a god in the distant morning light, as if he had returned to the age of twenty.
At that time, he was single-minded and devoted. He didn't have to wonder whether Jiang Zhaoxue was the murderer of his junior sister. He didn't have to hate himself for causing the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion to lose its best heir because of his own selfish feelings. He didn't suffer and didn't struggle.
He only carefully maintained his youthful self-esteem, as if he had never fallen for the love of that proud and bright woman like a white tiger, and then in his heart, he followed her regardless of everything.
In order to save her, he practiced hard, and was afraid that her feet would be contaminated by dust. Even though he was exhausted, he still held her shoes and walked out on the ground full of corpses and blood.
At the age of twenty, his eyes were filled with Jiang Zhaoxue.
His wish every day is to become stronger and stronger, so that he can gain the favor of Penglai and become his wife openly and equally without letting Jiang Zhaoxue suffer any humiliation or grievance.
He likes her.
The moment he admitted this, he suddenly felt his eyes sore.
He has always liked her since he was young. He had so many reasons and excuses, but in fact, they were all selfish and he wanted to keep her.
He didn't want to be separated from her. He looked up to this person and loved this person deeply, but this love was distorted and corrupted by time and doubt. And in Song Qingyin's death, in the conquest of the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion to unify Zhongzhou, and in his day-by-day climbing, he gradually became Shen Yuqing of the Lingjian Immortal Pavilion.
But Chen Zeyuan lived in his heart. It was only when he was summoned by Jiang Zhaoxue's light and finally admitted it that there was only one last red mark between them, which was precariously tied between them.
He only has one last chance.
Shen Yuqing
He had to go faster and faster, trying his best and not allowing any mistakes.
He rushed forward frantically, while Jiang Zhaoxue, under Pei Zichen's protection, summoned all the strength in his body, raised his left hand high, and light burst out from his Dharma hand and fell onto the holy pool.
Silla Yi seemed to sense something, and the entire pool of blood surged wildly.
"The laws of nature are unpredictable, and your luck depends on fate—"
"The laws of nature are unpredictable, and your luck depends on fate—"
Her voice echoed throughout the world. Song Wulan opened his formation at the same time. Mu Jinyue's eyes widened instantly and she screamed, "Stop Pei Zichen!!"
As they spoke, everyone rushed towards Pei Zichen, and Mu Jinyue pounced on Jiang Zhaoxue like lightning.
The flying swords protecting Jiang Zhaoxue rushed towards Mu Jinyue, but Mu Jinyue ignored them and let more than a dozen flying swords pierce through her body and pounced towards Jiang Zhaoxue!
Jiang Zhaoxue put his hands together and shouted in a low voice: "Great luck! All the formations will be destroyed. Kill Song Wulan!"
"The Yin-Yang formation is complete. Kill Jiang Zhaoxue!"
The copper plate and the jade stick flew out together and cracked at the same time.
Jiang Zhaoxue's Dharma image slammed his palm down quickly, and the brilliant light under his palm was like a long river flowing backwards, heavily hitting the holy pool, and a flying sword pierced straight towards Song Wulan.
At the same time, Mu Jinyue rushed forward and the moment he locked her, thousands of lightsabers flew towards the two of them at the same time.
"Axue!"
"Nvjun!"
When the flying sword pierced through Song Wulan, the spiritual power of Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing exploded at the same time in the center.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked up as if she sensed something, and saw the flying sword shattered into pieces in the light. Song Wulan looked at her through the light and revealed a strange smile.
"Jiang Zhaoxue, see you in the future."
Jiang Zhaoxue stood on the ground in shock, falling down with Mu Jinyue. Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing threw themselves into the light together, reaching out to the two women who were falling at the same time.
Jiang Zhaoxue fell down in a daze. She had completely lost her strength and her vision was a little blurry.
She only saw a white light in the air, and in the white light, a figure came towards her without hesitation.
When she saw the figure, she realized why she fell so calmly, because she knew he would come.
She has been saving people all her life, but she only expects to be saved by this person.
Realizing this, she couldn't help but smile bitterly. She was grabbed by the other party in a trance, as if she was a treasure that had been lost and found again. He suddenly hugged her in his arms, and then jumped to a high place while holding her.
On the other side, Shen Yuqing was temporarily blinded by the bright light the moment he jumped into the light. Everything in front of his eyes was white, as if he had spent thousands of years. He only knew how to look for that person, and kept looking for that person.
Jiang Zhaoxue.
Jiang Zhaoxue.
He desperately called out Jiang Zhaoxue's name: "Jiang Zhaoxue!"
"Chen Zeyuan!"
Someone shouted loudly, and Shen Yuqing subconsciously turned around. His eyes lit up, and he saw a hand reaching out to him as if asking for help, and whispered softly: "Chen Zeyuan."
Jiang Zhaoxue's voice, this is Jiang Zhaoxue's voice!
When he heard the name, even in the dark, he still grabbed the other person's hand without hesitation.
The moment he shook the other person, a huge pain came from the palm of his hand. Shen Yuqing looked up in surprise and saw that the scene in front of him was slowly brightening.
A beautiful and gentle face, devoid of any aggression, appeared before his eyes. A gorgeous smile rose, like a bloody poppy. She tilted her head and chuckled softly, "Do you know why you made the wrong choice?"
The moment he heard the sound, Shen Yuqing opened his eyes wide in horror. The red marks on his hands felt as if their flesh had been cut by a knife, and they began to hurt, then quickly shrank and disappeared.
As if seeing through his thoughts, the other party came closer and whispered softly, "Because the Jiang Zhaoxue in your heart is someone who will reach out to you. But Shen Yuqing, you and her are over forever. From today on, I curse you in the name of Song Qingyin."
Mu Jinyue spoke, but it was the same voice as Song Qingyin back then.
Shen Yuqing was stunned for a moment. He looked at her with the expression of Song Qingyin, and spoke slowly and seriously: "I curse you to have no love and no hatred. For the rest of your life, you will never, ever be able to be with Jiang Zhaoxue. I won't plant a single Tianyan vine. Jiang Zhaoxue - go to hell!"
The moment the sound fell, a huge force attacked from Mu Jinyue's palm. Shen Yuqing was shocked and her hand loosened. She fell heavily into the blood pool and her whole body exploded completely in the water.
The blood seemed to be awakened by her flesh and blood, and suddenly turned into a whirlpool, rushing down as if it was being sucked by someone.
Shen Yuqing's sword flashed down and he shouted loudly: "No!!"
Thunder roared down along with the light of his sword, and the blood pool shook into huge waves, revealing the woman kneeling at the bottom of the pool.
She was dressed in blood-stained clothes, her eyes covered by white silk, and she looked up at the sky, like a statue sunk at the bottom of a pool.
Black energy coiled around her like a snake, and her resentment almost swallowed her. The moment Shen Yuqing's sword blasted down, the white silk was cut by the sword light, and the woman slowly opened her green eyes under the white silk.
The sword light flashed down from her forehead, and Shen Yuqing came into her eyes. She was split in two, and a crack appeared on her head. She stared at him with a pair of beast-like eyes, as if she could see everything from his sword intent.
She seemed to have difficulty controlling her body. She tilted her head with a click and when she spoke, her voice was like the hoarse growl of some wild beast: "Chen... Yu... Qing?"
The moment the sound fell, Silla's body suddenly exploded, and the resentment that had been stored in her body exploded, violently knocking Shen Yuqing away.
The entire holy pool was shattered into pieces, blood gushed out, resentment ran wildly, ghosts cried and wolves howled, covering the sky and the sun.
Shen Yuqing didn't care about anything else. He immediately turned over and jumped up, standing in the strong wind. His spiritual power controlled all the blood and did not let a single drop of blood escape.
Mu Jinyue's blood was mixed with the blood here, and he couldn't tell where the blood from his heart was, so he let all the blood pour onto the Sword of God-Slaying.
"Find the God-Slaying Sword!"
He roared in the raging wind, shouting, "Pei Zichen, find the God-Slaying Sword!"
After hearing what Shen Yuqing said, Pei Zichen turned his back to the storm brought by resentment and held Jiang Zhaoxue in his arms. While resisting the strong wind, he extended his spiritual sense to search for the Sword of God-Slaying throughout the Holy Pool.
According to their estimation, the Sword of God-Slaying should be placed at the bottom of the Holy Pool.
However, until the strong wind died down, the dust settled, and the world returned to peace, Pei Zichen did not find any trace of the God-Slaying Sword.
His heart was beating fast and he was in a panic, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
Mu Jinyue's blood will soon lose its effectiveness. If the God-Slaying Sword cannot be found now, once Mu Jinyue's blood loses its effectiveness, the God-Slaying Sword will never be able to appear in the world. A thousand years later, there will be no Tianyan Vine to save Jiang Zhaoxue.
Without that Tianyan vine...
Without that Tianyan vine...
Pei Zichen's body began to tremble uncontrollably. Jiang Zhaoxue noticed it and turned to look at him.
Seeing his face turn pale, Jiang Zhaoxue knew the result immediately and asked, "The God-Slaying Sword is not here?"
Pei Zichen raised his eyes and breathed softly. Jiang Zhaoxue immediately walked out of his arms and turned to look at the Holy Pool.
Shen Yuqing was controlling all the blood in the holy pool. When he heard the voice, he looked up at her.
Jiang Zhaoxue's gaze fell on his sword-holding hand. On that hand was the last bloodstain from their bet. It was being erased by the heavens, but Shen Yuqing was stubborn and refused to do so.
He used his spiritual power to fight against the power of Heaven. Jiang Zhaoxue frowned slightly: "Don't waste your spiritual power, let go."
"I don't."
Shen Yuqing spoke paranoidly, with tears in his eyes, staring at Jiang Zhaoxue, and insisted: "I won't let go."
Pei Zichen glanced at the two of them sharply, and clenched his hands quietly behind his back.
Seeing that Shen Yuqing was stubborn, Jiang Zhaoxue didn't bother to pay attention to him. She observed her surroundings and thought about why the Sword of God-Slaying had not yet been born.
The surrounding mountains and rivers collapsed, rivers changed their courses, corpses were everywhere, and resentment was rampant.
They tried their best, as if something had changed, yet it seemed as if nothing had changed.
According to the conditions for the God-Slaying Sword to be born, there is enough power for the God-Slaying Sword to absorb and be born, which can alarm the evil creature of the God-Slaying Sword, and there is also pure yin blood.
Now that so many people have died, the power of the sacrifice of human souls is enough.
Silla clothes, was born, this evil thing is enough.
Even the pure yin blood has been sent into the holy pool.
Why hasn't the God-Slaying Sword appeared yet?
It's not here, where is it?
The tracing mirror will not let people come back in vain. It must have a goal. Every time it guides, it is to complete a task and obtain a magical artifact.
She had always thought that Suguangjing asked them to come back in order to kill Xinluo Yi and fulfill the "immortal's descent" described in history.
According to this logic, now that Xinluoyi is gone, the purpose should be accomplished, and the Sword of God Slaying should be born to take them back.
Now that the God-Slaying Sword has not appeared, it means that the target of the Tracing Light Mirror is not Xinluoyi at all.
Who is that?
Jiang Zhaoxue was a little confused for a moment. The speculations of the past seventeen years were completely denied. She felt uneasy and tried hard to look back at the past.
Who is it that has carried through this encounter of going back a thousand years?
Who gave her countless opportunities to change her destiny?
Who is it that has always been closely related to her?
Jiang Zhaoxue frowned and thought of many people, Ye Tianjiao, Ye Wenzhi, and even Chen Zhao.
She couldn't be sure for a moment, so she simply took out the retroscope.
There was only one tracer lens left, and it reflected Jiang Zhaoxue's face and lit up a spot of light.
The tracing mirror that had become ineffective five years ago finally had a guide, and the direction it was guiding was...
It's the north.
In the north, that was where Ye Wenzhi arranged Pei Shulan. From the very beginning, the only people he met, except Pei Shulan...
When that person appeared in Jiang Zhaoxue's mind, she was suddenly stunned.
At that moment, countless images emerged in Jiang Zhaoxue's mind.
The baby brought by a couple in front of Yue Lao Temple;
In the capital, she came out of the crack in time and space and encountered a child clinging to her;
In the mansion, he begged her to save her child at the top of his lungs;
Shengsizhuang clutched her sleeve tightly and begged silently;
When we met again, the indifferent boy...
Those images flashed through Jiang Zhaoxue's mind, finally settling on the day seventeen years ago when she took shelter from the rain at a temple on her way to kill the enemy. She held the baby in her arms, lowered her head, and said, "Cultivating heaven, earth, immortality, and the Tao is not as good as cultivating oneself. Cultivate your heart, find the right path, and you will be called Li Xiuji."
Then the scene changed, showing the gap in time and space, and the senior couldn't help but kiss her.
"Save him, a thousand times over."
Save him.
He saved him when he was a baby and his parents were sentenced to drowning by his clan because of the fate of the lonely star;
Rescued Yu when he was abandoned and hunted at the age of four;
Rescued him when he was trapped in Life and Death Village at the age of twelve;
He rescued him when he was seventeen years old and was being used as food for the Silla people.
She saved him time and time again, but missed him time and time again. She was summoned back by the Retrospective Mirror, not for Xinluoyi, but for——
"Li Xiuji."
Jiang Zhaoxue murmured, and at that moment, a purple light shot up into the sky from the north, and the red dot on the tracking mirror suddenly lit up.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked back in shock and saw the earth shaking. The resentment that permeated the world rushed towards the north, and then turned into a larger vortex, sweeping away the spiritual energy of the world along the way.
"Li Xiuji!"
Jiang Zhaoxue reacted instantly, without hesitation, turned around and summoned the crane, pulled Pei Zichen along and rushed towards the north.
Shen Yuqing put all the blood into the Qiankun bag and hurried to follow.
Cranes flew rapidly, the wind howled fiercely. Jiang Zhaoxue watched the clouds of resentment surge northward, hoping for a lucky break. She sent a message to Li Xiuji, not sure if he could hear it, but she still tried to dissuade him urgently: "Li Xiuji, don't do anything stupid! You haven't cultivated your state of mind. Once resentment enters your body, your good thoughts will be swallowed up, and you will no longer be yourself!"
There was silence for a long time, and Jiang Zhaoxue couldn't help but call out repeatedly: "Li Xiuji, say something!"
"But, Master Jiang," Li Xiuji's voice rang out, and the talisman paper turned black. Jiang Zhaoxue felt the resentful energy emanating from the sound transmission talisman, burning her hands. She recognized his voice and said calmly and firmly, "I want to live."
Jiang Zhaoxue was stunned when these words came out. Meanwhile, on the other side, the sound transmission jade token also rang out. Ye Tianjiao said anxiously, "Sister, Ming had an accident on the way to the shelter prepared by big brother. After his death, his obsession was too deep, and his soul has not dispersed. Instead, he can absorb spiritual energy to cultivate! Now, I don't know what's going on, but he actually created a magic circle and is using the power left by the heaven and earth to shape his body. Now, the resentful energy left by the heaven and earth in this battle is enough for him to condense into a divine body. He will not have any kind thoughts in this divine body formed by resentment. If he is not strong enough at that time, he will absorb the energy of all living things in heaven and earth. With the strength of the divine body he has forged now, he will not be able to maintain the human realm!"
“My whole life, I have been trying to survive.”
"I've already arrived at the shelter from the Dingkun Needle's teleportation array," Ye Tianjiao whispered, panting. "He's nearby, and the God-Slaying Sword is also there, right beside him. The formation beneath his feet is very sophisticated, and there's no way to hurt him within it. The only way is for me to use my life force and Qian Sisi's life force to create a magic array to contain him. Once we've locked him up, you draw the God-Slaying Sword and deliver a fatal blow. I'll set up the formation first, and Qian Sisi and I will wait here for you."
"But since I was born, heaven has wanted to kill me, and the world has wanted to kill me. The only one who believes that I can survive is you."
Li Xiuji's voice came after Ye Tianjiao finished speaking. Jiang Zhaoxue clenched the crane feathers, and the word "OK" could not be uttered.
Pei Zichen, who was standing beside him, saw this and took out his voice transmission jade token and calmly replied to Ye Tianjiao: "We will be quick."
However, while speaking, Pei Zichen deliberately slowed down the speed of the white crane's flight.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the sun, which was completely obscured by resentment, and listened as Li Xiuji continued, "I don't remember anything about my birth. I only remember that my parents treated me very well. So, even though they later abandoned me, I don't blame them. I just want my life to be better, so that I can go home and be with them without implicating anyone."
"When I was little, I thought if I was a little bit more obedient, I could live a good life. So, when I was beaten, I didn't cry. When I said goodbye to you, I knew you and Master Pei were going to abandon me, but I didn't dare to ask for mercy. But I was too young at that time, and when you finally left, I couldn't help crying. After you left that day, that night, I kept reflecting on myself. I think it was because I wasn't obedient that I was rejected by everyone."
"No..."
Jiang Zhaoxue recalled the four-year-old child's cries and said with difficulty, "It's me...I didn't do well enough."
"No," Li Xiuji said calmly, "When I got a little older, I realized it wasn't me or you who were bad, but rather, I had a bad fate. You and I just met by chance, why did you save me? I've always been surrounded by bad luck. Even my parents couldn't stand it, so how could I blame others? But why do I have a bad fate?"
Li Xiuji seemed a little unable to understand, and Jiang Zhaoxue was also confused.
Why?
Li Xiu Ji was obviously a man of great luck, and his luck was even better than she had ever seen. If nothing unexpected happened, he might even have the destiny of a god.
This is the accumulation that can only be achieved through hundreds of lifetimes of practice. Why is this so?
Jiang Zhaoxue stared blankly at the white feathers on the crane's back as he listened to Li Xiuji's questions. "I try my best to do good. Even if I kill someone, it's only to protect myself. If self-protection is wrong, why did these people want to kill me? Why are some people born with a smooth life, while others are born into a miserable state? I want to accept my fate—but I don't understand why."
"Why? Everything I do is wrong? Why should I die? I ran away just now. You gave me a talisman and told me that I was a person with great luck, so I ran out with all my might—"
Li Xiuji's voice became more intense: "But along the way, there were people chasing and intercepting me everywhere, and there were collapsed Dingkun Needle fragments everywhere. I ran and hid desperately, and finally reached the end. I saw it! I saw the barrier outside the shelter, and I saw my mother with my younger brothers and sisters in the barrier, but I couldn't climb anymore..."
Li Xiuji's voice was hoarse: "I feel so much pain in my body, my soul is being pulled out. I heard you tell me to ask you for help, and I did! But your magic protects all living beings, but not me! Master Jiang, I am a mortal. I will complain, hate, fear, and think. If the heavens want to kill me, people want to kill me, and the gods don't protect me, I will find a way for myself -"
As they approached Li Xiuji, Jiang Zhaoxue saw that the resentment around them had condensed into a dense mass, almost as thick as black water. She could not see anything clearly, but could sense that the speed at which the resentment was being absorbed had increased significantly. She hurriedly stopped them, "Li Xiuji, there is a law of cause and effect in heaven and earth. If you haven't done anything wrong, you can still turn back. But if you hurt innocent people, there is truly no turning back!"
"If Heaven and Earth are unjust, I will establish my own way! If Heaven and Earth are unfair, I will fight for myself and for the millions of people who have suffered injustice in the world, and fight for a way to defy Heaven. Heaven has destined me to be a mayfly—"
As she was speaking, Jiang Zhaoxue heard Ye Tianjiao's voice: "Sister! Here!"
As soon as the words fell, light burst out from the black air. The powerful impact instantly blew the crane over. Pei Zichen hugged Jiang Zhaoxue and slammed her to the ground. Shen Yuqing swung his sword and formed a barrier to block the two of them. He glanced at Pei Zichen's hand protecting Jiang Zhaoxue and shouted angrily: "Let go!"
Pei Zichen immediately stood up and opened the barrier with Shen Yuqing, then stood in front of Jiang Zhaoxue with pursed lips.
Jiang Zhaoxue didn't care about anything else. She only felt the powerful resentment. She looked up in astonishment and saw clouds rolling and rocks moving in the sky, strong winds howling, mountains and rivers without color, and the sun without light. Only a ray of purple-gold light spread out from the thick black resentment, gradually revealing a human figure.
She squinted her eyes at the figure in the wind and sand, vaguely seeing the other person raise his hand toward the sky. Then the young man's calm voice, with the sound of Dharma, resounded throughout the world, and with the light, he rose to the sky. He said calmly and firmly: "I fight, long live spring!"
In an instant, purple-gold light shot up into the sky, parting the clouds and tearing the sky apart, flooding the heaven and earth!
The strong wind destroyed everything in its path, and evil creatures screamed as they came. Jiang Zhaoxue opened his eyes with difficulty in the violent wind, and saw a young man's figure vaguely emerging in the light.
He did not look like a young boy, but had some vague features of Pei Zichen. However, his body was not formed yet, so his features could not be seen clearly. All that could be seen were his wide sleeves fluttering in the wind, his long hair hanging loose, and a white jade wheel hanging high on his forehead, as majestic as a mountain.
When the figure appeared, the young man's pressure dissipated. Feeling the pressure like a mountain pressing down on their heads, Shen Yuqing and Jiang Zhaoxue were both shocked.
This is the pressure that only a divine body can have.
And in these tens of millions of years, there has been only one person who has cultivated a demigod body and is one step away from becoming a god.
That was the person who, a thousand years ago, abandoned his physical body, created the Nine Netherworld Realm technique, opened up a unique realm, devoured the Great Wilderness for eight hundred years, and forced his way across the Cangming Sea two hundred years ago. When all the True Immortals came out in droves, he was the strongest person who could only be sealed with the help of the Book of Destiny.
Emperor Jiuyou Xuanming.
Li Xiuzhi turned out to be the Nine Netherworld Emperor.
The person who used the Tracing Light Mirror to allow her and Pei Zichen to come back was actually the Nine Netherworld Emperor!
Why would the tracing mirror opened by Pei Zichen take them back to the time when the Nine Netherworld Emperor was born?
What is the connection between Li Xiuji and the Tracing Mirror?
Before she came back, how did Li Xiu Ji become the Emperor of Jiuyou Xuanming?
Questions swirled around Jiang Zhaoxue's mind, but she had no time to think about them.
The resentment around him became increasingly thinner. After Li Xiuji had absorbed all the evil creatures from the human world, he began to absorb the resentment. These were all left behind by those who had died in vain in this battle. Once all the resentment was absorbed, he would completely lose his mind and would begin to absorb all the power of the entire human world at any cost, including human lives, for the sake of power.
Jiang Zhaoxue knew she couldn't wait any longer, and Shen Yuqing clearly had the same intention. Raising her hand, she drew a blood talisman on the sword and instructed, "Axue, start the formation, Pei Zichen will protect you, I'll go forward and get the God-Slaying Sword."
After saying that, Shen Yuqing took the lead and headed straight for the Sword of God-Slaying, while Pei Zichen left his sword intent behind, secretly threw a paper man into Jiang Zhaoxue's sleeve, and followed closely.
Jiang Zhaoxue opened the Mountain and River Bell and blocked the demons outside the bell. Watching Shen Yuqing and Pei Zichen rushing into the black fog, she raised her hand and the formation was drawn under her hands.
She had just used too much spiritual power to kill Song Wulan and destroy the formation. As soon as the formation was activated, she felt pain in her tendons and veins.
She looked up at Li Xiuji and couldn't help but say, "Li Xiuji, if you don't stop, you and I will become enemies!"
But Li Xiuji obviously could no longer hear her voice, so he just closed his eyes and continued to absorb the power.
Jiang Zhaoxue gritted her teeth and looked up at Pei Zichen and Shen Yuqing who were completely submerged by those monsters. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain to mobilize the spiritual power and absorb it into her body.
Pei Zichen felt Jiang Zhaoxue opening the formation and looked forward.
There were more and more monsters, and it was impossible to see the direction. They were piled up in the sight, so densely packed.
Pei Zichen sensed the direction of the God-Slaying Sword and followed Shen Yuqing beside him, saying loudly, "Give me the Qiankun bag."
Shen Yuqing said nothing, as if he had not heard it.
Pei Zichen sensed the increasing number of demons around him and the extremely slow movement of the demons. He grabbed Shen Yuqing's wrist and gritted his teeth, "Master, it will be easier for me to get through with my Yuanluo Bow!"
"But it's mine!"
Shen Yuqing shouted, and turned to look at him as if he was looking at a thief. He didn't know if he was talking about the Qiankun bag or something else. He suppressed his emotions and emphasized: "That's mine."
After saying that, Shen Yuqing swung his sword, raised it, and the sword intent exploded on the ground, blasting all the demons away in an instant.
Shen Yuqing rushed forward like an arrow, Pei Zichen's sword intent surrounded his body, unwilling to draw the bow and pull the string.
Just as the demons were about to flow together like rivers on both sides, an arrow flew past Shen Yuqing's side and shot out into space with a "boom".
Shen Yuqing took the opportunity to leap forward, and the space of the Yuanluo Bow took him to the front of the Sword of God-Slaying. He slashed the sword at the barrier of the Sword of God-Slaying in front of him. A red umbrella suddenly rushed out from the black air, opened with a "swish" and blocked the Sword of God-Slaying, colliding with Shen Yuqing's sword.
Then the umbrella surface spun rapidly, the ribs expanded, and it rushed towards Shen Yuqing's sword tip. Shen Yuqing's expression was slightly stern, and he bent back. Pei Zichen leaped forward and stabbed, and with a flick of his sword, he sent the red umbrella away. Six swords followed the red umbrella closely, raised his hands to seal the newly born demon in Li Xiuji's direction, and stopped all the human umbrellas. He urged in a cold voice: "Go."
Upon hearing this, a wild beast roared from the black air, and the ground in front of the God-Slaying Sword suddenly cracked. Millions of black monsters rose up like waves and pounced towards Shen Yuqing.
Shen Yuqing slashed with his sword quickly, but every time he slashed, another wave came, and this happened over and over again, making it difficult to advance even a little bit.
Seeing that only the chest of Li Xiuji's body was still transparent, Shen Yuqing was very anxious. Just as he was about to turn back, he heard bursts of thunder in the sky, and then the thunder rushed down, "boom" and instantly suppressed the waves, accompanied by Jiang Zhaoxue's loud shout: "Go!"
Shen Yuqing took the opportunity to roll inward, jumped high, raised his hand to throw the Qiankun bag up, slashed it with a sword, and then guided the sword tip, blood poured down like a galaxy, rumbling onto the God-Slaying Sword!
The God-Slaying Sword was soaked in blood, and the blade immediately trembled. The entire desert trembled like a dragon's roar. A figure on high above shouted sharply, "Stop!!"
However, Shen Yuqing didn't care at all and just suppressed the blood that continued to flow onto the Sword of God-Slaying. He looked at the constantly trembling Sword of God-Slaying and repeated in his heart.
Tianyan Teng...
Tianyan vine.
You must grow the Tianyan vine.
This is their last chance. He must grow the Tianyan vine and keep Jiang Zhaoxue alive.
The surrounding demons rushed over like crazy. Jiang Zhaoxue's thunder turned into a barrier. Pei Zichen protected Shen Yuqing. The blood became less and less, and the sword of beheading gods gradually lit up.
Shen Yuqing's heart was beating fast.
It's almost time. The God-Slaying Sword awakens, the scorching sun fire appears, and where it interweaves with the extremely yin blood, the Tianyan vine grows.
With the Tianyan vine, Jiang Zhaoxue will survive. It was he who gave Jiang Zhaoxue the chance to survive.
He and Jiang Zhaoxue are destined to be together for life after life, and are entangled endlessly.
No one can separate them.
He owed her a covenant of love, and he gave her the Tianyan vine. Their lives were given to each other. Jiang Zhaoxue's bones and blood contained a glimmer of hope, and so did he.
The ground around them was shaking more and more. Seeing the red light of the God-Slaying Sword light up and sparks coming out of the ground, Shen Yuqing's eyes showed joy and he hurriedly reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword.
At that moment, Li Xiuji, who was on a high place, suddenly opened his eyes, and his spiritual pressure "boomed" and knocked Shen Yuqing away!
The Qiankun bag flew to the ground, and blood splashed on the ground. The demon next to it flew over and swallowed up the blood in an instant.
Jiang Zhaoxue looked at this scene and suddenly felt dizzy, as if she was out of place with her surroundings.
She vaguely felt that something was calling her, and she turned back blankly, only to see a black hole appear behind her. Everything around the black hole seemed to be distorted by some kind of rules. The moment Jiang Zhaoxue saw the black hole, she seemed to be locked by inexplicable rules. She could not move, and watched helplessly as a pale and huge hand stretched out from the black hole.
The hand was condensed from the laws of heaven, like a chain. The moment it appeared, Jiang Zhaoxue felt a tingling fear that spread densely around her body. She felt like an ant staring at an endless cosmic monster, and this monster had locked onto her.
The way of heaven!
This is Heaven trying to wipe her out, to wipe out this person who shouldn't exist.
It failed. Shen Yuqing did not plant the Tianyan vine. The final result calculated by the Heavenly Dao was to retain everything but to wipe her out!
Jiang Zhaoxue's whole body was trembling, and every piece of flesh and blood seemed to be torn apart, and had nothing to do with him at all.
Her body twisted as the giant hand approached, and everyone turned around to see Setsuna and screamed.
"sister!!"
"Jiang Zhaoxue!"
“Axue!!!”
Only Pei Zichen, only Pei Zichen, did not hesitate, without saying a word, and rushed directly towards the God-Slaying Sword not far away.
No one noticed his actions, and Shen Yuqing rushed towards Jiang Zhaoxue like a madman. Even if he might be dragged into the space-time gap by the Heavenly Dao and completely wiped out, he could not control himself and grabbed Jiang Zhaoxue's hand.
Jiang Zhaoxue turned around in surprise. It was the first time she saw such unbridled weakness and fear in his eyes. The moment he held her, scorching flames suddenly rose from not far away and rushed to the surroundings in an instant!
This flame seemed to be composed of tens of millions of scorching suns, an extremely positive existence, carrying with it the tremendous power to slay immortals and destroy gods, and to tear apart all the constraints of rules, as it crashed across the desert!
It burned all the evil spirits and monsters around it, and the way of heaven also shattered and exploded in the flames, and was then instantly covered by the ice that followed the flames. The ice and fire intertwined all the way, turning the world into a world of ice and snow!
Everyone stood in the snow, looking back in shock at the source of the fire.
Pei Zichen was seen holding the God-Slaying Sword, hunched over, standing in the firelight.
A dagger was stuck in his heart, and blood and his spiritual power poured out continuously. His face was pale, and he stared at Shen Yuqing's hand holding Jiang Zhaoxue, and said hoarsely: "Master, she doesn't owe you anything."
As he spoke, Pei Zichen took the dagger that was stuck in his chest and thrust it in hard. Jiang Zhaoxue felt as if the knife was stabbing her heart. Her breath was instantly choked, her fingertips trembled, and she stared at Pei Zichen in disbelief, watching him force the blood to fall from her heart.
"Pei Zichen!"
Jiang Zhaoxue hurried forward, and Pei Zichen shouted, "Don't come over!"
He seemed to be in great pain. As soon as he opened his mouth, his face turned pale. He raised his head, tried his best to relax his expression, and said soothingly: "I'm fine, lady."
Jiang Zhaoxue was speechless. She looked at the person in front of her and felt as if her heart was overflowing with something and was about to explode.
Pei Zichen saw her expression and slowly smiled. He said in a hoarse voice, "I'm very happy. I was the one who planted this seed."
As he spoke, Pei Zichen panted and looked down at his chest. He pressed the dagger with one hand and retreated, while holding the hilt with the other hand, gritted his teeth, and tried his best to pull the Sword of God-Slaying out bit by bit!
The God-Slaying Sword seemed to be deeply rooted in the earth. When it moved, the ground trembled violently, and the surrounding demons pounced on it like crazy. However, the power of the scorching sun of the God-Slaying Sword was a natural barrier that blocked all the evil spirits from the light.
However, the power of the flaming sun was too strong. Every inch the God-Slaying Sword moved outward, the flames spread further and faster. But as soon as the flames came out, they were immediately frozen.
The two sides fought forward, with fire burning for three thousand miles and ice freezing for three thousand miles, and Pei Zichen's blood flowed down from the top of the God-Slaying Sword, watering the entire God-Slaying Sword.
The blood soaked into the soil, and a seed quickly broke through the soil and sprouted, blooming into a small white flower.
The flower bloomed under the sword, and drops of blood fell on the flower head, causing the branches to tremble slightly.
Jiang Zhaoxue's heart trembled at the sight of this grand and beautiful scene. Anan stood on Jiang Zhaoxue's shoulder, looking at the ice and snow entangled with the flames, and muttered blankly: "That's spiritual power..."
Anan reacted and started cursing, "I told you he wasn't of pure Yin blood, how could he pull out the God-Slaying Sword?! It turns out he's just relying on his ice-type spiritual roots! Back then, the God-King demanded that the God-Slaying Sword must have pure Yin blood when it was born. That's because it would unleash the blazing Sun fire that would burn for three thousand miles. The God-King was afraid the common people would suffer, so he demanded something to suppress it. Now he's using his own heart blood and spiritual power to suppress it. When he pulls out the sword, he'll fight Li Xiuji to the death. He's not going to die!"
"Stop talking."
Jiang Zhaoxue took a deep breath and raised his hands to form a formation. He didn't know whether to comfort himself or Anan. He gritted his teeth and said, "He's the male lead. He'll be fine!"
As she spoke, Jiang Zhaoxue quickly drew the formation. As she drew the formation, Anan was particularly anxious: "What is your wish for this bet?"
What to bet on?
Should Xu Yuan protect Pei Zichen, or should Xu Yuan kill Li Xiuji?
In fact, these two options lead to the same result. Pei Zichen holds the Sword of God-Slaying, and his goal is to kill Li Xiu Ji. She protects Pei Zichen, which is a disguised way of killing Li Xiu Ji.
But when Jiang Zhaoxue thought of killing Li Xiuji, his heart trembled.
No, something is wrong.
But she didn't know what was wrong.
She frowned and watched Pei Zichen draw out the God-Slaying Sword little by little. The moment he drew the sword, Li Xiuji seemed to finally sense the danger and suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were completely filled with resentment, turning pure black, without any emotion at all.
The moment he opened his eyes, he was like the sky, and the light of Dharma was like thousands of stars, falling towards Pei Zichen.
Pei Zichen jumped up with the sword in hand, raised his hand and grabbed the void, grabbed the Yuanluo bow from the space, used Yuanluo as the bow, Lingxu fan as the string, placed the Sword of God Slaying on the bowstring, pulled the bowstring with two fingers of his right hand, the bow opened like a full moon, the sword drew a clear pool, and then he loosened his fingertips, the Sword of God Slaying turned into millions of arrows, sweeping up the clouds in the sky and earth, and rushed towards Li Xiuji fiercely!
Jiang Zhaoxue's Qiankun Lucky Draw, which had been ready for a long time, moved instantly, and he immediately said: "The way of heaven is unpredictable, and your luck depends on heaven——"
"Save him."
A voice came from the void and exploded in Jiang Zhaoxue's ears. At that moment, the strong wind finally swept away the fog that had been gathering on the ground in the formation, revealing the body of a young man who had been lying there for who knows how long.
The moment Jiang Zhaoxue saw the corpse, his breath stopped.
He lay quietly on the ground, wearing ill-fitting clothes, his body covered with scars, from swords and burns, and even fragments of the Dingkun needle.
The entire back was completely cut open, exposing the spine and internal organs, and that spine...
No spine.
His entire spine seemed to have been pulled out, leaving a void.
There was no such a big shock before she saw this body, but when she saw it with her own eyes, she instantly remembered the lively and sensible child in her youth.
He had asked her for help countless times in his life, but he had never succeeded in saving her.
She promised to save him every time, but gave up on him every time she made a choice.
"Save him."
The voice appeared again. Jiang Zhaoxue looked at the child lying on the ground, and watched as Pei Zichen's arrow collided with Li Xiuji's falling magic light, and the remaining arrows collectively bombarded Li Xiuji's body.
Arrows tore through the space and pulled Li Xiuzhi backwards.
Although Li Xiuji's body was not yet fully shaped, he still struggled frantically. Jiang Zhaoxue clearly felt that he began to absorb the surrounding power, and asked himself again and again in his mind.
What is she coming back for?
Why did she wake up, why did she break through to become a seventh-level life master, and why did she come back?
What did the Mirror of Reflection ask her to come back for?
Kill Li Xiuji?
Because she didn't kill Li Xiu Ji back then, allowing Li Xiu Ji to become the Nine Netherworld Emperor, which caused the disaster of the battle in Cangming Sea that year, so she was asked to come back and kill Li Xiu Ji?
But how many people want to kill him?
They tried to kill him over and over again, but instead forced him to become the Nine Netherworld Emperor. The divine body he created could continuously absorb any power, and would become stronger when facing a stronger opponent. Even with the God-Slaying Sword in hand, could they kill him?
As long as he has no bottom line and uses any means necessary, he can use the entire human world as his nourishment, and no one can do anything to him.
But the Emperor Jiuyou Xuanming did not do so back then.
He did not directly absorb the power of any realm, he simply transformed all places into places for practicing the Nine Netherworld Realm techniques.
Li Xiuji, even after a thousand years, would not resort to any means necessary.
He never died because of being killed, but was born because of being killed.
Killing couldn't really kill him—
"Save him, Yaoyao."
When that voice sounded, Jiang Zhaoxue understood instantly.
His divine body that gathers all his strength comes from his obsession. His obsession is so deep that his soul has a physical body. His obsession is hatred, but Li Xiuji's soul is still there.
From the age of four, twelve, and seventeen, he asked her for help again and again, and met her again and again.
She should save him.
You should give your all, not choose, not give up, and try your best to save him once.
The moment she realized this, she felt as if a breeze was blowing from behind her, clearing a path forward for her. Jiang Zhaoxue rushed forward without even having time to react.
Shen Yuqing, who was protecting him, turned around in surprise and saw Jiang Zhaoxue running out like the wind.
She ran so fast, as if someone was holding her hand and leading her forward. Just as Li Xiu Ji roared and swung his sword towards Pei Zichen, and Pei Zichen raised his sword to condense the heaven and earth to resist, Jiang Zhaoxue suddenly pounced on Li Xiu Ji's body on the ground!
When she pounced, Pei Zichen was so frightened that he quickly put away his sword and separated his spiritual power from both sides, while Li Xiuji stood there in a daze.
At the moment he was stunned, Pei Zichen's sword blasted open all the spaces behind him that were pierced by the Yuanluo bow and arrows, and connected them into one piece. A huge suction force came from behind him, pulling him into the space suddenly. Li Xiuji finally reacted, and tore at the door of the space. His eyes turned black again, and he struggled madly like a giant dragon.
Pei Zichen tried his best to close the space, but Li Xiuji's power seemed to be endless. The two of them were deadlocked for less than a moment before Pei Zichen vomited blood. Jiang Zhaoxue hurriedly shouted, "Li Xiuji!"
Li Xiuji lowered his eyes when he heard this, and Jiang Zhaoxue held the young man's body in his arms and raised his head in the yellow sand.
The young man lay in her arms with a calm expression. Jiang Zhaoxue wiped the blood off his face, revealing his face covered with scars, which looked particularly terrifying.
But Jiang Zhaoxue gently placed his head in her arms, looked at Li Xiuji seriously, and said loudly: "My fortune should have killed you, but I want to save you. If you are willing to leave the human world, I can swear in the name of my master that even if I use my life, I will definitely leave you a glimmer of hope. Heaven and earth," Jiang Zhaoxue said, and the fortune stick began to spin. Then a blank jade stick flew out and flew towards Li Xiuji, with Jiang Zhaoxue's voice, "I owe you a fortune stick!"
Li Xiuji didn't say anything. The flying jade stick seemed like fate. He clearly realized that if he reached out to take the stick, the space used to imprison him would close immediately. This was equivalent to him giving up the chance to struggle and choosing to be sealed and leave the human world.
The jade stick became particularly long in front of his eyes. He stared at it quietly, while Pei Zichen stood on a high place, watching Jiang Zhaoxue looking up at Li Xiuji's back with all her heart.
His bloody fingertips trembled slightly, and he couldn't tell what it meant.
I only felt jealousy and unwarranted resentment rising up, mixed with murderous intent and envy.
For a moment, I hoped that Li Xiu Ji would accept this lot, give this child a good end, and end this human catastrophe.
At the same time, he hoped that Li Xiuji would not accept the lot, so that he and Jiang Zhaoxue would not have any entanglement, and it would be up to him, Pei Zichen, to fight him to the death.
She should have saved only him.
Saving Pei Zichen is enough.
Jealousy was like the Tianyan vine under the sword of the God-Slaying Sword, growing rapidly. However, he could only remain silent and watch the moment the jade sign was in front of Li Xiu Ji, Li Xiu Ji finally stretched out his hand.
The moment he grasped the jade scepter, the heaven and earth shook, and the suction of space increased dramatically. Li Xiu Ji let go and fell down. A wisp of red aura that had been lying on his shoulder noticed Li Xiu Ji's choice and tried to escape like crazy, but was pulled back by the suction.
"Come with me." Li Xiuji closed his eyes tiredly, "You can't leave after eating my flesh and blood, Silla Yi."
Li Xiuji pulled Silla Yi down heavily. Jiang Zhaoxue watched the space in the sky close up and was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he saw Ye Tianjiao and Qian Sisi being pulled by an invisible rope, dragging them rapidly into the space.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Zhaoxue cried out in horror: "Pei Zichen!"
The moment the voice fell, Jiang Zhaoxue used the Speed Talisman to reach the front of the space at the same time as Pei Zichen, one in front and one behind. Pei Zichen grabbed Ye Tianjiao, Jiang Zhaoxue grabbed Qian Sisi, and Shen Yuqing followed closely behind, grabbing Jiang Zhaoxue and saying anxiously: "Xue, they are using their souls to lock Li Xiuji. Unless one of them dies, they can't break the soul chain with Li Xiuji!"
"Let go." Qian Sisi said, smiling frankly, looking at Jiang Zhaoxue and said, "My soul is almost broken. Whether I go in or not, the result is the same."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhaoxue's hands began to tremble. She looked at the pale woman in front of her, whose soul was obviously about to float away, and remembered the way she twisted and turned stiffly in front of her when they first met in the capital, trying to dance Persian dance to get away with it.
"Take this!"
Jiang Zhaoxue gritted his teeth, slapped a demon pill into Qian Sisi's hand, desperately grabbed her, and shouted, "Put your soul in the demon pill. When you have the chance, have someone send the demon pill to the Penglai Reincarnation Pool. I'll be waiting for you in Penglai!"
The moment the sound fell, Jiang Zhaoxue could no longer hold her. Qian Sisi was swept away by the strong wind. She fell all the way down, holding the demon pill in her hand. She looked at Jiang Zhaoxue and smiled brightly: "Okay, in my next life, I must become a wealthy demon cultivator, raise ten or eight handsome men, and be good sisters with you again!"
These words made Jiang Zhaoxue laugh. The surrounding space changed noticeably. The tracing mirror vibrated fiercely in Jiang Zhaoxue's sleeve. Pei Zichen tugged at Ye Tianjiao tightly, watching him being pulled down bit by bit by the suction force. Knowing that there was no turning back, he could only quickly say, "You are contrary to the Book of Destiny. The Book of Destiny will hunt you down all the way in the future. Change your name and come find me in the Spirit Sword Immortal Pavilion in a thousand years. Tell me what you plan to be called—"
"Gu Jinglan!"
Ye Tianjiao raised his voice without hesitation. Pei Zichen's hand trembled. He looked at the man falling in shock. He saw him looking at him with a bright smile. The face of the little junior brother who had always cared for him since he entered the mountain gate was reflected in his memory. He heard him say in a loud voice: "Twelve hundred years later, I am still your good brother, Gu Jinglan!"
When the sound fell, the space closed. At the last moment before it closed, Li Xiuji, who was the first to fall in the space, opened his eyes.
His divine body was completely formed, and the scars on his physical body were completely repaired. At that moment, Pei Zichen finally saw his face clearly.
A face that is exactly the same as Pei Zichen's.
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The author has something to say: Happy belated Dragon Boat Festival!!
These two chapters are actually one plot.
But as the conclusion of a long volume, there are too many characters and it is divided into several chapters.
Finally finished, woohoo, now it’s time to start the emotional scenes.
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