Chapter 69 Chapter 69 Corpse Puppet Sister
Saint Ci Yu was kneeling over the corpse. She slowly looked at the face below her, then stood up and threw the short blade aside. It hit the ground with a crisp tinkling sound. She performed a cleansing spell, and the blood on her hands disappeared completely.
Turning back, he saw the stunned crowd in the ceremony hall, as well as Xiang Heng Xian Zun and Hua Ying who were in disbelief.
Immortal Xiang Heng made a few loud noises in his throat and wanted to question him but couldn't utter a word. Hua Ying's eyes turned red in an instant.
The Saint of the Fish sighed, "I know you don't understand, but this is what Heaven has commanded me to do."
Ping Jia smiled proudly, "Heavenly Way?"
Saint Ci Yu picked up the piece of flesh and blood taken out from Sang Ling's heart, and the piece of flesh and blood was still beating.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng reached out to grab it. Everyone present knew what he meant. Since this ball of flesh and blood could bring the dead back to life once, perhaps it could do it a second time.
But Saint Ci Yu dodged lightly and with a flick of her fingertips, the mass of flesh and blood turned into ashes. She looked at Immortal Master Xiang Heng with pity.
"This is not something that can bring the dead back to life, this is a corpse spirit."
Xiang Heng Xianzun's body froze, the corpse puppet...
The Saint of the Fish explained again: "This is a corpse puppet soul that was raised by countless corpse puppets. It can be put into a corpse to revive a person, but it is only resurrected as a corpse puppet. It is ignorant and has no feelings. It can only obey the orders of the controller."
That's not resurrection, it's just becoming a walking corpse.
Who is the manipulator? It is naturally the instigator Ping Jia.
Sang Ling's expression also became solemn. If it was her who died, would Ping Jia turn her into such a monster?
After Saint Ci Yu explained, everyone took a deep breath and turned their eyes to Ping Jia.
Immortal Xiang Heng calmed down a lot at this moment, and finally spoke: "You want to train your senior sister... into such a monster?"
It is better to die than to become a corpse puppet.
Hua Ying was already facing Ping Jia with a sword in hand, his eyes red, "How did you become like this!"
How? Is this the opposite of what the senior sister originally hoped he would become?
But didn’t the eldest senior sister die at the hands of Pingjia, who pretended to be normal, honest and simple?
Ping Jia lowered his head and suddenly laughed, "Isn't it good to become a corpse puppet? Then you two can see her every day, and she is exactly the same as when she was alive."
How can it be called the same? It is only normal on the surface, but in fact it is just an empty shell and the soul has long been lost.
There is another point that Immortal Master Xiang Heng and Hua Ying dare not even think about.
There is only one way for corpse puppets to survive, and that is to eat human flesh and blood every day.
That's a monster, not Sang Ling.
Seeing Sang Ling become such a monster every day, the guilt they felt would only increase exponentially, until they could no longer survive.
Immortal Master Xiang Heng took two steps back in disbelief, unable to believe that his disciple had gone through so much trouble to achieve this goal just to take revenge on him and Hua Ying.
He turned his head and looked outside the palace. The Cangwu Immortal Palace had not changed at all. Even the scenery was the same as before. But how did it become like this now?
At that moment, Immortal Xiang Heng looked much older, and he even lost the strength to be angry with Ping Jia.
Pingjia has gone crazy, but how good can the relationship between him and Huaying be?
He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Please bury your sister... in peace."
These words seemed to drain all his strength.
Hua Ying calmed down instantly, and the sword in his hand that was pointing at Ping Jia dropped weakly.
Ping Jia's arrival gave them a beautiful dream of Sang Ling's resurrection, but then ruthlessly shattered the dream.
This is the cruelest part.
Pingjia smiled softly and said nothing.
He came here to provoke Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying, but he still felt uncomfortable there.
Sang Ling watched all this, an ugly scene of dogs biting each other, but she did not feel happy or relieved.
What they did could not make her feel any emotion, only her original self was dying and living in it.
Their guilt was nothing, but she didn't know if her original self would feel comforted if she saw it. The fact was, her original self couldn't see it.
Their ugliness, their guilt, and their desolation are all meaningless.
In the end, she, the only bystander, saw it.
They have sinned, a sin no one can forgive.
The only person who could forgive them was someone who actually died at their hands.
The ceremony hall was filled with a desolate and sad atmosphere, and the immortal world was having a hard time controlling itself.
Now the three realms are negotiating peace, but Sang Ling is still the hero of the fairy world. This hero of the fairy world cannot see the embryonic form of peace among the three realms, which she should have seen.
Over at the Cangwu Immortal Mansion, Miaomiao, Zhang Fan and Bai Wu were supporting each other. After the ups and downs, they were already exhausted.
The old man, Wu Yao Xian Zun, sighed silently.
Seeing this, Saint Ciyu smiled and stood up, facing Xiangheng Immortal Venerable and comforted him:
"This matter is over. It has not caused any tragedy. This is the best outcome."
Immortal Xiang Heng, who had been bowing his head, raised his head, stared at Saint Ci Yu without blinking, and suddenly shouted angrily: "Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my sect!"
Saint Ci Yu was stunned. She never expected that Immortal Xiang Heng, who had always been respectful and polite to her and took her words as the truth of heaven, would be so crazy.
Everyone present was also shocked. They had not expected that Immortal Master Xiang Heng would be so disrespectful to Saint Maiden Ci Yu.
Saint Ci Yu frowned slightly and wanted to say something, but it was obvious that Hua Ying had already stood up from the ground and stopped Immortal Xiang Heng without saying anything.
I think Immortal Xiang Heng has lost his mind, so naturally there will be people who will persuade and refute him.
But the next second, Hua Ying, who had stopped Immortal Xiang Heng, stood in front of her with an extremely ferocious expression.
"Even if my junior sister almost turned into a corpse, what right do you have to stab her to death? Who do you think you are..."
"How dare you! Don't be disrespectful to the Saint." The speaker was a servant serving Saint Ci Yu.
Saint Ci Yu frowned, and Immortal Xiang Heng and Hua Ying were angry at her for acting on her own initiative.
Except for the attendants, no one in the ceremonial hall spoke. The reason was that they were also confused. There were many ways to stop Ping Jia from turning "Sang Ling" into a corpse puppet, and Saint Ci Yu chose the fastest and most brutal method.
The death of the eldest senior sister of Cangwu Immortal Mansion was exposed to the public without any concealment.
Saint Ciyu relaxed her expression and sighed, "This is what Heaven has commanded me to do. If I have caused displeasure to Cangwu Immortal Palace, I apologize."
Immortal Master Xiang Heng stared at Saint Maiden Ci Yu closely and did not speak for a long time.
Sang Ling looked over and saw that even in such an embarrassing situation, the Saint Lady Ci Yu was still calm, and her expression became increasingly gentle and divine, which was truly admirable.
Sang Ling did not have too many feelings towards Saint Ci Yu. She could not say that she liked her, but she definitely did not hate her either. It was admirable that Saint Ci Yu came forward to promote peace in the three realms, but she could not agree with some of her remarks.
However, the only person in these three realms who could represent the Way of Heaven was indeed not quite the same as she had originally imagined.
The Saint of Ciyu lowered her head, and someone immediately advised:
"I think the Saint is just anxious, don't worry about it."
The Teng Snake King of the demon clan was different. He said directly:
"Your disciple has already died once. What difference would it make if she died again? Do you want her to become a corpse puppet and bring disaster to the world?"
Immortal Master Xiang Heng's eyes swept over instantly. He didn't say a word, but the fearless Teng Snake King was actually a little frightened at that moment. His face looked grim, but he kept silent.
When Saint Ciyu lowered her head, her expression was unusually gentle. She tried to smooth things over by saying, "Okay, we can discuss other matters another time. Today is the Three Realms Peace Conference, so don't miss out on important matters."
Speaking of the Three Realms Peace Conference, Immortal Xiang Heng calmed down.
Saint Ciyu smiled, and the ritual hall regained its calm. She looked at Fu Yan and asked:
"You said that the Demon Lord has informed you of his attitude towards the Three Realms Peace Conference. What is that attitude?"
Everyone looked over, including Sang Ling.
Of course, she was also curious about Fu Yin's thoughts on peace. As someone who was responsible for the thoughts of modern society, she naturally put peace first, but the reality of the Three Realms was not like that.
The root cause of this peaceful parliament is that the demon world is dominant, while the immortal and monster worlds are weak, and their cooperative relationship is too fragile. In the face of danger, they can only seek peace.
But the demon world is very powerful. If the original body had not stopped Fu Yin a few years ago, the Cangwu Immortal Palace that is now hosting the peace meeting of the three realms would have belonged to the demon world long ago.
Although the alliance between the immortals and demons temporarily stopped the offensive of the demon world, it was only temporary.
In Sang Ling's gaze, Fu Yan lowered his eyes and looked at her, as if smiling.
Sang Ling looked back and seemed to have guessed the answer. Sure enough, Fu Wei's smiling voice came, "The Demon Lord said, let's discuss it later..."
The room was filled with silence; even the Saint Lady Ci Yu didn't know what to say.
The result of the reconsideration was that this peace conference among the three realms was in vain.
Sang Ling and Gou Qiu looked at each other in silence. In the end, they were played around by Fu Wei and had to participate in such a useless Three Realms Peace Conference.
Teng Snake King from the demon clan spoke first, "The Demon Lord is playing tricks on us, right? What do you mean by renegotiation? We have come all the way to the Immortal Realm to hold a peace conference for the three realms. Just to hear him say renegotiation?"
Fu Wei slowly raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Then we can just start a war."
The Teng Snake King shut up.
Sang Ling finally understood why Fu Yan had such a bad reputation in the Three Realms. After the Three Realms Peace Conference, his reputation would probably be even worse.
The only good thing was that he was strong, so strong that he humiliated both the immortals and demons. They did not dare to question him, thus avoiding the possibility of her being besieged.
Saint Ci Yu sighed, and it was obvious that she regretted the failure of the Three Realms Peace Conference.
"In that case... let's end this peace conference."
People in both the immortal and demon worlds were unwilling but helpless.
The prince of the demon tribe came out and responded, "This is the only way for now."
As the host, the Immortal Realm should have been well-mannered, but Immortal Master Xiang Heng's attention was now on Ping Jia.
Ever since Sang Ling failed in his attempt to become a corpse puppet and died here, Ping Jia has been guarding the corpse and not letting anyone get close.
At that time, Saint Ci Yu once again mentioned the Three Realms Peace Conference, and he and Hua Ying could only watch the bloody Sang Ling lying on the coffin, and had no time to grab from behind Ping Jia.
Immortal Xiang Heng was really tired. He sighed slowly and said, "Ping Jia... let your senior sister rest in peace."
Pingjia suddenly grinned, he tilted his head, and there was a strange expression of pleasure on his face.
Immortal Xiang Heng's heart suddenly paused.
The next second, the coffin suddenly caught fire.
Sang Ling's body was engulfed in the fire.
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