That was the sound of weapons breaking!
Everyone quickly looked towards the field following the sound, only to see that the scimitar in Hua Cheng's hand was intact, while the long sword held by Bai Wuxiang was blocked by Hua Cheng's backhand, and it broke in two!
The eye on the handle of the Evil Spirit Blade caught sight of Xie Lian and began to spin wildly, as if to demonstrate its immense joy in front of Xie Lian. Hua Cheng laughed heartily and said calmly, "It's okay. Brother, don't worry." He then asked Bai Wuxiang, "Why should I take you seriously?"
Bai Wuxiang snorted, and the Imperial Master couldn't help but say, fearing he might anger his opponent, "Young man, don't be so arrogant!"
Unexpectedly, Hua Cheng's next words were even more brazen. Holding the knife in one hand, its sharp edge exposed, he pointed it at Bai Wuxiang and said with a smile, "After all, when it comes down to it, you're just a jealous old man."
Not only did the Imperial Master lose the energy to rebuke him for his fake smile, Feng Xin and Mu Qing were also stunned: This guy is so bold!
Who dares to say this in front of either Jun Wu or Bai Wuxiang!
However, they had to admit that only Hua Cheng dared to say that. Because, perhaps only after he said that, Jun Wu or Bai Wuxiang would still be unable to do anything to him!
Mu Qing came down by himself, took a few steps, and murmured, "No wonder in the past...when it came to the Blood Rain Search, Jun Wu always said to avoid it if possible and not to confront it."
At that moment, a white shadow flashed by, blocking the path of the Doom Blade. Xie Lian, with his sharp eyes, saw what it was and said, "Sanlang, don't cut that!"
It’s the fetal spirit!
He saw it clearly, and Hua Cheng naturally saw it clearly too. He tilted the tip of his knife, retracting it freely, changing from a chopping move to a slicing move, and sent the white thing flying away. Feng Xin's pupils shrank suddenly, and when he saw that the fetal spirit had not been cut in two, he came to his senses and said, "Come here quickly!"
The fetus spirit that Hua Cheng had sent flying was heading right for him. Feng Xin moved forward to grab it, but the few hairs on its head to begin with exploded at his shout. Its throat gurgled, and it bit relentlessly as soon as it approached, refusing to let him grab it. Feng Xin couldn't help but yell, "Fuck you! You stick to him and bite me whenever you see one. Who's your daddy anyway?!"
Mu Qing suddenly asked, "Have you ever treated him as your son? Have you ever called him by his name?"
Hearing this, Feng Xin was stunned and said, "I..."
Over there, Xie Lian couldn't stand still and watch the fight, so he hurriedly said, "You two be careful, I'll go up and take a look!"
Mu Qing whispered, "Be careful! Don't forget, you still have two..."
Xie Lian was slightly startled, and subconsciously touched his neck, feeling the cursed yoke. But he had an inexplicable feeling that Bai Wuxiang wouldn't threaten him with it. Without saying anything, he rushed forward and saw a red and a white fighting between good and evil. After observing for a moment, he decided it was not advisable to rashly join the melee. Ruo Xie waved his hand, rolled up the Imperial Master, and pulled him over, saying, "Master! Are you alright?"
The Imperial Master wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "...It's okay!"
Xie Lian asked, “Why are you sweating so much if nothing’s wrong?”
The Imperial Master said, "Isn't it because you were frightened by that outspoken brat, Xueyu Tanhua?"
At this moment, Feng Xinmuqing exclaimed again. Xie Lian looked up and saw Bai Wuxiang with his hands slightly lowered.
One of his arms was injured.
He turned over his palm, looked at his bloody hand, sighed, and smiled: "...No one has been able to hurt me to this extent in many years."
Xie Lian had a bad feeling and asked, “Master, is he… angry?”
The Imperial Preceptor, arguably the person who understood Bai Wuxiang best in the world, said, "No...it's worse than him being angry. He's...happy."
After a pause, Bai Wuxiang turned to Hua Cheng and asked with interest, "Is your scimitar made from your missing eye?"
Hua Cheng clearly had no interest in answering, but Xie Lian's heart skipped a beat.
From the moment he laid eyes on E'Ming, he knew this scimitar must be something special, and he had a 60% guess that it might have been forged from Hua Cheng's lost eye. Bai Wuxiang sounded so certain, could this really be the case?
The Imperial Master frowned slightly, and after a moment, he suddenly said, "I remember now."
Xie Lian asked, “What did you remember?”
The Imperial Master said, "I remember hearing them tell me about a story. Hundreds of years ago, a fierce ghost came to Tonglu Mountain."
Mu Qing said, "There must be at least tens of thousands of evil spirits that have come to Tonglu Mountain."
The Imperial Master said, "Don't interrupt! That evil spirit was a ghost only a short time ago, very young, and was about to vanish into thin air when it arrived, but for some reason it insisted on floating here."
For some unknown reason, Xie Lian's heart was pounding wildly. He asked, "Quickly vanish into thin air? Why?"
The Imperial Master said, "It seems he's been severely injured. His spirit is scattered and he's not fully conscious, but he keeps wandering around chanting, 'I won't leave, I won't leave.' Perhaps he has unfulfilled wishes. Anyway, that year, when Tonglu Mountain was opened, an accident occurred."
When Xie Lian heard the words, "He won't leave," his heart inexplicably softened, and he felt a surge of grief. He then asked, "What's the accident?"
"Not only are there tens of thousands of ghosts gathering in Tonglu Mountain, but there are also a number of living people who have mistakenly entered the forbidden area."
"What?!"
The Imperial Master said, "The copper furnace is filled with demons and monsters. Ordinary people have no way of escaping, and can only be used as food. But for some unknown reason, that evil spirit led a large group of living people on the run for many days. In the end, it was surrounded by thousands of demons and forced into a dead end, about to be devoured along with those living people."
Xie Lian knew that this lonely wandering ghost must be Hua Cheng!
He asked, "Then what?! Is there any way to escape and be saved?"
The Imperial Master said, "Yes. Practice the blood weapon and fight your way out of the encirclement."
Mu Qing couldn't help but interrupt, saying, "Then the safest sacrifice is..."
Aren’t they the living people who are in desperate situations!
Feng Xin and Mu Qing looked at Hua Cheng, who was concentrating on fighting Bai Wuxiang. "Could it be...could it be that he..."
Xie Lian also held his breath. The Imperial Master said, “Yes, he’s taking action.”
Feng Xin and Mu Qing's expressions became indescribable. Xie Lian remained motionless, waiting for the Imperial Master to continue. Sure enough, the Imperial Master replied, "He did it. He suddenly went mad and gouged out his own eye."
“…”
The Imperial Master said, "That evil spirit almost attacked those living people, but for some reason, it didn't move in the end. Instead, it used one of its own eyes as a price to refine a blood weapon. But the evil spirit was already holding on, and after the eye was dug out, it should have completely fallen apart, but for some reason, it stimulated it and completely regained consciousness. I wonder what kind of evil weapon it refined that actually survived that battle. And there's another very strange thing."
Xie Lian managed to calm himself down and asked, “W-what’s going on?”
The Imperial Master said, "It is said that after that battle, a calamity descended from the sky and struck Tonglu Mountain. Do you understand what this means?"
What else does this mean?
The heavenly calamity descended, which meant that Heaven believed that there was someone in Tonglu Mountain who was qualified to ascend.
Xie Lian grabbed the Imperial Master and asked, “Who is it? Who ascended?!”
The Imperial Master said, "I heard all of this too. However, no priest in the Heavenly Court is from Tonglu Mountain. Either what I heard is completely false, or..."
The person who ascended up jumped down on his own and rejected the heaven!
Mu Qing couldn't accept it at all. He said in astonishment, "Ascending to heaven as a ghost? How could such a thing really happen? And he refused the ascension and jumped down on his own?! It couldn't be him, right? He had just entered Tonglu Mountain at that time, and hadn't yet reached the Hundred Refinements. He just jumped down like that... There's no telling whether he would live or die?! Why did he do that?!"
Why can it be done to this extent?!
Suddenly, Xie Lian heard Bai Wuxiang sigh, "Xianle, you have a very loyal believer."
Before he finished speaking, a face torn between sorrow and joy suddenly appeared before Xie Lian’s eyes.
Xie Lian hadn't anticipated Bai Wuxiang's ability to close within a split second, his reflection clearly visible in his pupils. Ruo Xie's hair stood up, ready to strike, but ultimately retreated.
It's not its fault, because Ruo Xie has always been very smart. When it determines that the attack is ineffective, it will give up.
Bai Wuxiang seemed to smile, because the tear on his face that was filled with sorrow and joy widened even wider.
The next moment, the blade of Doom swept across his neck.
But it was too late, Bai Wuxiang had already dodged.
He suddenly appeared at the highest point where the broken Tongtian Bridge came to an abrupt end, raised his hand slightly, and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just trying to get my things back."
In his hand, a long sword, pitch black and as cold as ice jade, with a silver heart piercing the sword's center. Xie Lian subconsciously reached behind him, and sure enough, the heart he was carrying was gone.
Fang Xin was originally the sword of Prince Wu Yong. Bai Wuxiang took the sword that originally belonged to him.
One, two, three pieces. The pale mask peeled off bit by bit, until it finally fell off completely, revealing the face behind the mask. The white clothes also turned into white armor in the burning flames.
Finally, "Bai Wuxiang" took off his mask and turned into "Jun Wu".
Everyone held their breath in alert.
It goes without saying that he must be stronger in this form.
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