boiling
So what should you do when you can’t tell?
Changxia thought, wouldn’t it be better to just kill them all?
She was originally a murderous person, but after so many years of pretending to be a normal person, she could actually be called a good person.
At this moment, Chang Xia looked at Xie Fengxue, his eyes filled with madness and despair: "It doesn't matter who dies, Brother, because we will meet again next time, right?"
She was actually the person who understood Xie Fengxue the best in the world. She saw that Xie Fengxue was confident of victory and felt like a fish in water.
He didn't care about anyone's life or death, nor did he care whether their lives would stand between him and Changxia. This was a time and space destined for destruction, destined for the "new world" he had painted to crumble into mud and become nourishment.
The retribution of fate finally manifested at this moment. The immortal's dull senses made everything seem so belated - this was his countless lives, but it was Changxia's first life.
For Yu Changxia, this is a good world, and those who died are the people she cherishes.
Xie Fengxue began to think, but found that his thinking had become dull. The things that he could understand at a glance before were now like flowers in the fog. Without the time and space spells and his past self who had not yet become an immortal, he could not even find a way to stop his junior sister.
"Changxia, listen to me."
Stop her! Quick! Stop her!
There is a way, there must be a way.
"Brother, do you want to retrieve the 3,147 spell clones hidden throughout the six realms?"
She could have said more than three thousand, but she gave a specific number.
Xie Fengxue's hand, which was not held by Changxia, clenched into a fist, trembling slightly under his sleeve, but his tone was still calm: "When?"
"During the years that I have been with you in the mountains, Zuo Qin's "As if on a Battlefield" is indeed very useful." God's will never waste his sons. The things given by Zuo Qin will always be used at the right time.
"Remember the game we always played when we were little, hiding things from each other? You could always find mine, and I could always find yours."
They are indeed the closest people in the world. She can always find Xie Fengxue's treasure easily. When she found the ordinary number 3,147, a voice in her heart said, enough.
So she stopped, certain that this was the number of all the backup plans.
"Brother, you will soon be free, and so will I."
She let go of Xie Fengxue's hand, and the two stood side by side above the clouds, with their beloved Cang Xuan and Yun Ting below them.
"Go do your thing, brother. You have no choice."
If it was Xie Fengxue from Cangfeng Mountain, he would naturally have countless ways to deal with her. He understood his junior sister, just as his junior sister understood him.
But now he is Chaoshengjun of the fairy world, he is just a corpse that can talk and walk.
Time and space are fluid and unpredictable; returning to a specific time requires an anchor point. Xie Fengxue's anchor point is his over 3,000 clones, representing him at different times in the past.
He could certainly travel through time again, but his current computing power was restricted by his decaying immortal body. He could not guarantee whether he could return to the time before he became an immortal and become the brilliant Xie Fengxue again.
In other words, it would be more appropriate to remove the word "whether" - as long as it is a gamble like rolling dice, he will definitely not get what he wants because he is targeted by fate.
Without a time-traveling anchor, unable to come up with new ideas, Xie Fengxue could only follow his previously drawn-up plan. At least that way, there would still be the next life Chang Xia had mentioned.
This life was too traumatic and tragic. He didn't care about anyone, but he couldn't help but care about the disappointed eyes of his junior sister.
Like a mockery and ridicule of fate, the conceited chess player finally became a pawn of fate this time.
It only took Xie Fengxue a few breaths to accept the situation from being sure of victory to being on the verge of failure.
"The space-time power of the Ji and Jiang families is with you."
This is a statement.
No one knows better than Xie Fengxue where his spell clones are hiding. Some of them are not even in this time and space, but in the past or the future.
Changxia can be found easily.
"After all, this is something you designed specifically for me. If everyone loves my 'wonderful world', then naturally my wish will come true."
So others are even willing to give up their most precious things to let her do whatever she wants.
Changxia twitched the corners of his lips and found that he really couldn't laugh.
The fate of becoming the "protagonist" is too heavy. She has been gaining and losing.
"Brother, don't be the protagonist. Be the flowers, the birds, the spectators that no one notices. Love and hate are all part of the show. We are not going to participate. We can just watch."
Xie Fengxue said, "That won't work."
His dark, empty eyes looked at Changxia, and those eyes were like a whirlpool, swallowing up all the light.
"I'm a nitpicker, and I'm always upset by everything in the world. But if there's one thing I can't accept the most, it's the slightest dissatisfaction with the people I love."
He stretched out his hand and covered Changxia's eyes just as Changxia had covered his eyes before.
"Don't look so pitiful, Xia Xia. I just want to destroy everything that makes you suffer."
Changxia smiled without comment. She didn't want to judge whether Xie Fengxue's idea was too crazy.
"We met twelve hundred years ago."
"Senior Brother."
Cang Xuan was like a drop of water splashing into a frying pan, which suddenly began to boil. The steel behemoth lurking in the eastern region also began to reveal its ferocious face.
In Mangshan Mountain, all the Xi clan members gathered together. Xi Jiang stood at the highest point of the mountain. He could see the lights of thousands of houses in the eastern border by looking down.
Xi Du, the current patriarch of the Xi family, stood respectfully behind him.
"Is Zhuzhu ready?" he asked.
Xi Du said, "Zhuzhu is studying mechanical engineering with the Empress in the Human Emperor Palace. The Empress has agreed to keep her for ten years."
If they come back, they will naturally pick her up. If they don't come back, Li Zhu will be the next head of the Xi family.
Xi Jiang sighed, "That's great."
He actually didn't know whether it was right to take this step. As a gentleman who was taught to follow the rules since childhood, everything he did now was unprecedented.
Risking the wrath of the world.
He shouldn't have been like this. He was the trusted gentleman of the Xi family, and even private matters like gambling were willing to take place on his territory. He was the next head of the Xi family that his grandfather and aunt had hoped for. He should have sat back and waited for others to flatter him.
He is less than a thousand years old, and for the world of immortal cultivation, this is just the beginning.
He should have had a bright future.
But ah——
Xijiang lowered his eyes and no longer looked at the brilliant mountains and rivers.
He really missed the taste of that dish of cloud cake from eight hundred years ago.
Fickle flames began to spread from the bottom of the mountain. When the entire Mangshan Mountain was as bright as day, looking down from above, one could see a huge and ferocious crossbow mounted on the entire Mangshan Mountain.
The dark purple spiritual power is wrapped around the crossbow, mysterious and evil.
Xidu was not at all surprised by this spectacular sight. As one of the creators of this giant crossbow, he was already accustomed to it.
"Uncle, when does it start?"
Xijiang looked towards the north.
"No rush."
In the Western Territory, thousands of long swords roared in the Sword Tomb. Jiang Su's hands were too heavy to hold. He climbed up step by step to the top and shouted loudly: "Junior, please lend me your sword!"
Countless long swords came out in droves. The usually picky divine swords now gathered together like well-behaved children and surrounded him.
Jiang Su's face was half bright and half dark in the sword light.
At the foot of the mountain, Lian Cheng, with one hand holding a telescope, bared his teeth and peered up and down, while with the other hand he nudged Ding Yan with his elbow, "I'm so used to your silly look, I almost forgot he's also a kendo genius."
Ding Yan said: "You forgot."
Lian Cheng has always been a heartless person. Even when his master died, he was sad for a while but then he was back to being lively as usual.
But Ding Yan knew that he was hiding his sadness deep in his heart.
As the eldest brother of Sanchidao, he always knows every one of his junior brothers and sisters.
"The Jiang family has worked so hard to raise this child. He is more than just a genius in swordsmanship." In a way, it was actually this group of sword practitioners who only knew how to use swords that harmed him.
Lian Cheng didn't understand Ding Yan's implication. He was still immersed in the excitement of thousands of swords being fired at the same time.
"Brother, my uncle hasn't come out yet."
Ding Yan stroked the kite in his hand and said, "When the time comes, Master Uncle will naturally come out of seclusion."
Southern Mirror.
The Master played chess with the Buddhist disciples from Xiaoling Mountain.
“This may be the only quiet place right now.”
Xingyun plays the white piece and lands on the chessboard.
"Go in a row, Master, I win this round."
Xun Ansheng: ...
He was an elegant man who loved music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine, flowers and tea. He was romantic and had a lot of fun with everyone. But he chose to play chess with this little bald guy. He said he didn't know how to play hand games, only Gobang.
The Zen master was a master here. When Xun Ansheng learned that Xingyun could not play chess, he was stunned, but he did not think it was unreasonable.
Who says that if the master can play chess, the apprentice must also be able to play chess?
Xingyun looked at the chessboard and said softly, "It's not that he didn't teach me, it's just that I couldn't concentrate on learning at that time."
Young people are always imaginative and unrestrained, and it is impossible for them to sit in a quiet room with others for an entire afternoon. At that time, the Zen master just let him do what he wanted.
Now he wants to learn, but the person who taught him is no longer here.
The Master said, "He doesn't need you to learn from him."
He sighed, unable to suppress his habit of wanting to teach others. "Xingyun, you don't have to follow the path of your predecessors. Their path has reached its end, and yours has just begun. The world doesn't need another Zen master, but it can have the first Xingyun."
The Master put the chess pieces one by one into the chess box, cleared the chessboard, and started a new game.
"We won't hide away, nor pretend to be refined, but just play Gobang. Just like now, when the four realms are beginning to boil, we still sit firmly on this small sacred mountain."
He picked out a black piece and placed it on the Tianyuan position.
"Our battlefield is not here."
——
High in the sky, Ji Sheng and Shen Siyan received Chang Xia's letter at the same time.
"The last of the sacred trees in the southern region, the immortal spirit."
After confirming that the news they both had was the same.
Shen Siyan: ...
“Why send it twice?”
——"If I send it to Ji Sheng alone, I'm afraid you'll say I don't value you."
Shen Siyan: ...
"Why are you still using a kite to send messages? Didn't I send you a message bee?"
——"Because, this is His script."
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