Chapter 66 Chapter 66 The Saint of the Fish
A trace of blood flowed from the corner of Immortal Xiang Heng's mouth, and Hua Ying hurriedly supported him. No one expected that the artist from Chunming Pavilion's two words would make Immortal Xiang Heng so angry that he vomited blood.
A person in the Spiritual Transformation Realm was forced to vomit blood.
Hua Ying was furious, and turned to the Demon Realm seat and said, "Don't mention my junior sister again. Her death is closely related to your Demon Realm. You are not worthy of mentioning her."
Sang Ling laughed even more happily. So, did Hua Ying want to push all the faults onto his original body being knocked into the Ghost Abyss by Fu Ying?
Immortal Master Xiang Heng was so angry that he vomited blood, but her former senior brother was fine.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, you will know why. All the hatred and emotions of Immortal Xiang Heng are directed at himself, while Hua Ying is despicable in diverting the hatred. He blames all the faults on Guiyuan Monster, Blood Talisman Monster, and Fu Ni.
He desperately wanted to forget what he had done. He was in so much pain, and he couldn't die to end the suffering, so he could only shirk it.
Sang Ling smiled happily, looking at Hua Ying and said in a leisurely voice: "So, you have nothing to regret?"
Hua Ying's body stiffened slightly, his eyes filled with emotions. He glared at Sang Ling and shouted, "What does the affairs of my Cangwu Immortal Palace have to do with you?"
Sang Ling was overjoyed. "Of course it has nothing to do with me, but who does it have to do with?"
The emotions in Hua Ying's eyes were even more turbulent, his chest heaving as he tried hard to calm down.
And then failed.
Who is it related to? Of course, it is related to the Demon Lord Fu Yan, the despicable Lian Wan, his master, Ping Jia...
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And him.
The pain he tried so hard to push away came back upon him.
The reason was simple. Even he himself didn't believe what he was shirking. He was just avoiding it, blocking his eyes and covering his ears. When it was calm outside, he opened his eyes again and Sang Ling was still in front of him.
He can deceive others but not himself.
Since Sang Ling left, his cultivation has not improved.
His faith in Taoism was damaged, and his journey to Taoism came to an end several months ago.
The people present watched as Immortal Xiang Heng vomited blood and the spiritual energy around Hua Ying went into chaos.
It was just a few words from that Chunming Pavilion artist, how could it have resulted in this?
But it also proved that Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying felt guilty, and the white moonlight of the fairy world was finally ashamed.
Sang Ling glanced back and raised an eyebrow at Fu Yan.
This kind of attack on the heart can only be lethal if it comes from the person himself.
A laugh escaped Fu Yan's lips.
Sang Ling shifted her gaze back and met Ao Ze's gaze.
This time it was Sang Ling's turn to be stunned. Ao Ze looked at her with a tender look, one that was filled with pity and distress.
The ice-blue heart-protecting scale on her palm was now emitting heat, burning her palm.
She suddenly couldn't hold on to the heart-protecting scale anymore.
Suddenly, Fu Yan's hand climbed up to the back of her neck again, and a continuous chill came over her, and the burning sensation brought by the heart-protecting scales was dissipated.
Sang Ling put the heart-protecting scale back and was already thinking about how to get it back.
At this moment, the hall fell into an eerie silence. The artist from Chunming Pavilion seriously injured two people with just a few words. If someone who didn't know came here, they would probably think this was a fight scene.
The artist from Chunming Pavilion who had done the harm also fell into an inexplicable silence at this moment.
No one else was ready to speak, and their eyes darted around.
At this moment, a female voice suddenly came from the entrance of the ceremony hall:
"What's going on?"
The voice is beautiful and moving, and it makes people feel relaxed and happy when they listen to it.
Sang Ling looked and saw a female cultivator walking in from the door. When the people from the three realms in the ceremonial hall saw her, they all stood up and saluted.
"Welcome to the Saint."
Even Fu Yan, who was standing behind him, had a fluctuating expression.
When the people in the ceremonial hall called her, Sang Ling remembered who this saint lady was.
The Saint of the Fish.
It was said that on the day she was born, hundreds of phoenixes came to congratulate her with their extraordinary brilliance, and the heavens revealed an oracle that she was the reincarnation of the god of death, and was given the name Ci Yu in this life.
Her birth brought merit to the three realms, and the heavens sent down a tide of spiritual energy for her. The spiritual energy of the three realms became abundant from that day on.
Ci Yu does not belong to any of the three realms, but all three realms respect her and call her the Holy Lady of Ci Yu.
She was naturally beautiful, but she was so full of divinity that few dared to look at her face.
Sang Ling naturally knew her. She looked up and saw the Holy Maiden Ci Yu getting off the sedan chair. She was surrounded by a clear and moist aura, and her figure was somewhat obscured by the mist. She was surprisingly white, and was glowing so brightly that no one dared to look directly at her.
Seeing the tragic situation in the hall, she showed pity and an expression of enlightenment. With a wave of her jade hand, Immortal Xiang Heng's injuries were healed immediately, and Hua Ying's Taoist heart was also stabilized in an instant.
She looked at him with compassion and said, "Since you have regrets, your sins have been forgiven. You don't have to worry about the past."
Sang Ling raised an eyebrow, confirming that Saint Ci Yu indeed knew everything and was truly compassionate. Seeing the pain of Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying, she waved her hand and said a few words that healed both of them physically and mentally.
In the eyes of the Three Realms, the words of Saint Ciyu were half of the truth of the Way of Heaven. Immortal Xiangheng and Hua Ying stopped looking painful and immediately thanked her:
"Thank you, Saint Ciyu."
Sang Ling clearly saw the relief on both of their faces, a relief of being forgiven.
Who understands?
For a moment, Sang Ling had difficulty controlling her expression. When she looked at her, Saint Ci Yu turned her head slightly, met her gaze, and then smiled gently.
It was a gentle and somewhat divine smile, but it fell quietly, with a sense of pity, even stronger than when he looked at Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying.
Suddenly, Sang Ling felt a chill on the back of her neck. She came to her senses instantly and found herself trapped in the gaze of Saint Ci Yu. If she had not been lying down, she didn't know when she would come back to her senses.
When he looked at the Saint of Ci Yu again, she was no longer looking at him, but her gaze moved upwards, to behind and above her.
Sang Ling didn't know if she had seen it wrong, but she felt that the smile of the Saint Ciyu was no longer compassionate, but instead was filled with genuine joy.
She turned around and saw Fu Yan, who was playing with her hair with his eyes downcast, out of boredom. When he saw her looking at him, he raised his lips and smiled very ostentatiously.
When I looked back again, the Saint Lady Ciyu had been led to the high seat. She sat there, her face glowing with aura and looking down with a smile. The whole hall became peaceful and the previous tense atmosphere no longer existed.
For this peace conference of the three realms, the Immortal Realm invited the Holy Maiden Ci Yu to come, and they really wanted to seek peace sincerely.
The Saint of Ciyu naturally knew the content of the Three Realms Peace Conference. She opened her mouth:
"The Immortal Realm invited me to participate in the Three Realms Peace Conference. I am very happy. When the Three Realms are stable, the Way of Heaven will flourish. I was born to shoulder the destiny of Heaven. The stability of the Three Realms is what I and the Way of Heaven hope for."
Immortal Xiang Heng immediately followed up: "My immortal world strives for peace among the three realms."
This is considered a statement from the immortal world.
On the other side of the demon world, Ao Ze also bowed and replied: "The demon world only wants peace."
The demon world expressed its opinion, but the Teng Snake King beside Ao Ze glanced at him coldly, and finally turned his gaze to the Saint Ci Yu, and did not say a word in the end.
Both the immortal and demon worlds have expressed their opinions, and all eyes are now on the demon world.
As the representative of the demon world this time, Sang Ling naturally attracted a lot of attention.
Saint Ciyu smiled gently, "Are you from the demon world?"
Sang Ling lowered her head: "That's right."
The Saint of the Fish smiled and looked back: "Hasn't your Demon Lord come yet?"
Sang Ling frowned slightly. For a moment, she felt that Saint Ciyu seemed to know something, but also seemed to know nothing. Finally, she nodded and said, "Master Demon is busy with affairs and has not come yet."
The Saint of Ciyu gave an almost inaudible smile, "This Demon Lord..."
Sang Ling raised his eyes to look at her, not knowing what he was thinking.
The Saint Lady Ci Yu just said it casually and then passed it by.
Unexpectedly, the Teng Snake King sneered, "The Demon Realm is so impressive. Even if the Demon Lord doesn't come, they should at least send a useful character."
Sang Ling's expression didn't even change.
The Saint of the Merciful Fish interrupted the Teng Snake King, "Don't be rude."
The Teng Snake King, whom even Ao Ze couldn't suppress, actually calmed down.
Saint Ciyu looked towards Sang Ling and said in distress, "I guess you can't make a decision for the Demon Lord. I'm afraid this matter will be delayed for a while..."
Before she finished her words, Fu Yan, who was standing behind Sang Ling, suddenly spoke up:
"She can."
The Saint of the Fish Flute frowned instantly: "What?"
Fu Yan's lips curled up, and his hand was placed on Sang Ling's head at some point, and he was stroking it again and again.
"The Lord Demon has ordered that she be given full authority to make decisions."
Saint Ciyu showed astonishment on her face, "She is just from Chunming Pavilion..."
Fu Yan leaned forward slightly, and from the perspective of others, it seemed as if he was leaning on Sang Ling's shoulder. He smiled even more widely and seemed very happy.
"With just one word from her, she can decide whether the three realms will be at peace or not."
Saint Ci Yu did not say anything else. She just sat on the high seat, not knowing what she was thinking. However, there was a slight change in the look in her eyes when she looked at Sang Ling.
In the past, perhaps they looked upon the common people as not worthy of mention, but now they look upon the special people.
Xiang Heng Xianzun spoke, "My fellow Daoist, I see that you are also from the Immortal Realm. Although I don't know why you fell into the Demon Realm, you must have suffered a lot. As long as the three realms are at peace, others will no longer have to experience these sufferings."
Sang Ling was originally annoyed by Fu Yin's arbitrariness, but at this moment she was amused by Immortal Xiang Heng's words.
Her suffering was not caused by the demon world.
She turned her head and smiled wantonly: "Xiang Heng Immortal Venerable is right, I really had no choice but to fall into the demon world."
Immortal Master Xiang Heng's face lit up with joy, and he really thought that he had hit Sang Ling's pain point and influenced her.
Unexpectedly, Sang Ling said the next sentence: "But I think Xiang Heng seems to have missed the point. As a person from the immortal world, I was stranded in the demon world because of the frame-up of some people from the immortal world. If the immortal world has any sincerity, shouldn't it help me punish these bad guys?"
Xiang Heng Xianzun readily agreed: "Of course, our immortal world cannot tolerate people who commit evil."
Hua Ying also spoke at the right time: "Please tell us who framed our Taoist friend."
Sang Ling's eyes were curved with laughter, and she stared at them without blinking.
For some reason, Immortal Xiang Heng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. In an instant, he felt that the artist from Chunming Pavilion in front of him was more and more like Sang Ling. It was clearly just a look, but it inexplicably seemed like a judgment.
He took a half step back and heard the artist from Chunming Pavilion speak again:
"You really want to know..."
Hua Ying did not have the same strange feeling as him. He only heard him reply: "We in the Immortal Realm naturally want to know. When we know who this person is, we will give you an explanation."
"Okay, then I'll tell you..."
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