Chapter 101 Guixu Six Ancient Paths, Is This So?
With just a crisp sound, the Crow Feather Sword actually broke.
Ji Lingche felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness, and only heard a voice echoing: "National Master."
The voice laughed, like a maggot crawling in her sea of consciousness: "You want to die? I will grant you your wish."
Ji Lingche curled up the corners of his mouth and gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands.
She lowered her eyes, looked at the sword, and said softly, "I'm here to take you away."
The next moment, violent spiritual power instantly penetrated the entire sword!
The bluish-white light enveloped the sword, and all the cracks on the sword were instantly smoothed out.
The sword spirit trembled, and its vitality surged, shining again.
Hearing the noise in the abyss, she chuckled and said, "I'll tell you your ending first, so you don't have any unrealistic fantasies—"
"I'll draw my sword first, and then I'll kill you."
"Let this rotten pile of your flesh be devoured by all the monsters."
The demon lord laughed upon hearing this, and the sharp laughter was like a needle, as if it was going to pierce her sea of consciousness.
Then the grim smile stopped abruptly—
She gripped the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust it down fiercely!
The sword instantly stabbed down several feet, nailing him heavily to the ground.
Before she arrived, the sword was almost thrown off by the beast's struggle, and was then thrust back into place by Ji Lingche in one go.
Although the Crow Feather Sword can no longer pin down this beast, this divine sword is still stuck in his vitals and has great killing power.
Ji Lingche half-knelt in the air, her hands tightly gripping the hilt of her sword. Her lips curled coldly, and she thrust the sword down a few inches. Suddenly, a deafening howl filled the air.
She knew in her heart that even if she drew her sword, she would have to pierce the beast into a sieve first and take half of his life, only then would it be worthwhile.
At this moment, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, as if it was slowly getting darker.
Ji Lingche's eyes flickered, and he instantly became alert. He shouted, "Be careful!"
Qu Wu Ji reacted quickly. Before she finished speaking, he swung his sword!
Instantly tore apart the layer of fog that was spreading over.
It’s the Nightmare Realm again.
The demon lord felt severe pain from the sword burns and wanted to pull the two men in again, but unfortunately the old trick was no longer effective.
Ji Lingche held the sword with both hands, pulled it out more than an inch, and then stabbed it down fiercely!
The action was repeated over and over again, until the object at the bottom of the sword was stabbed into a sieve.
Her hands trembled slightly until her knuckles cracked and blood flowed down along the sword.
The sword spirit was nourished by the blood and energy, and it let out a sharp cry. It shone brightly and once again burst out with powerful sword intent.
The black snow fluttered, swirled and fell.
The sounds in her sea of consciousness began to become intermittent, and the beast was obviously seriously injured.
There was a noise coming from the bottom of the valley. The monsters felt the pain and anger of the monster lord and began to get restless.
The heat was even more intense, rising up as if it was going to melt people.
Ji Lingche was sweating lightly, but he seemed quite relaxed. He smiled faintly and said, "Aha, I was wondering why you looked so ugly."
“It turned out to be burned by someone.”
"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient," she said with a hint of teasing provocation, "Before you die, I will let you taste the burning fire again."
Being burned by the nine layers of fire was the deepest demon in the beast's heart. Now that his heart was pierced by the Crow Feather Sword, he once again recalled the scene of the past. For a moment, the demon in his heart emerged and he became furious.
Ji Lingche suddenly felt a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness. The beast wanted to say something, but was directly bounced out of her sea of consciousness.
She decided to go all out and poured all her spiritual power into her palm, and the whole sword seemed to be covered with a layer of burning brilliance.
The black crow feather sword intent that was hovering in the air suddenly exploded and swung down again!
The screams merged into one, and she took advantage of this opportunity to forcefully push the sword down a foot or more, then slash it horizontally—
He ripped the beast open.
The sword made a sound as it sliced through the rotten flesh...
Her spiritual veins trembled, but she did not stop, and slashed upwards with the magic sword!
Only a deafening sound came from the bottom of the valley, and the howling echoed, spreading layer by layer in her sea of consciousness.
Ji Lingche only felt that his spiritual veins were blocked and his head was splitting with pain.
The beast was severely injured and was indeed furious. She felt a sharp pain in her sea of consciousness and her vision went dark. The sword actually stopped abruptly and could no longer move forward.
The cracks on the sword reappeared.
Seeing this, Qu Wuji exclaimed in surprise: "Alan, quickly draw your sword!"
This sword alone is not enough to suppress the Demon Lord. Now that the beast is furious, if she suppresses it by force, the sword will surely be destroyed and she will die.
Qu Wu Ji ran over, put his hand on her shoulder, and injected the cold spiritual power into her spiritual veins to help her suppress the evil pressure.
Ji Lingche's heart was pounding wildly, and the feeling of boiling in his sea of consciousness surged up again, almost as if bleeding from all seven orifices.
She couldn't help but frown and whispered, "I can't suppress it anymore. He wants to break the formation."
Qu Wuji placed his hand tightly on the large hole on her shoulder and said, "Draw your sword, and I'll set up a formation for you."
Ji Lingche slowly released one hand and pointed it at his chest, but his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.
Her heart was beating very fast, and her whole body felt tense, as if a string had been broken to its limit.
The demon lord was furious, as if an invisible hand had fallen from the sky to crush the two into powder.
Cracks on the Crow Feather Sword began to spread, and the sword began to make a buzzing sound.
In order to protect the Crow Feather Sword, Ji Lingche transferred all the evil pressure to himself and resisted it with all his strength, thus preventing the sword from shattering.
Blood flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her head was buzzing as if her brain was being shaken.
She closed her eyes and said only: "Return to the origin!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the towering divine sword suddenly shrank and returned to normal size in an instant. She reached out and tightly grasped the hilt of the sword.
Then a heat wave hit us!
She couldn't help but fall backwards, and her vision went dark in an instant, as if her sea of consciousness was instantly cut off.
She frowned in pain, but felt herself being embraced by a strong embrace.
Qu Wu Ji carried her and swung out, and the place where they had just been living was instantly swallowed up by the surging lava.
She finally recovered and managed to stand steady, tightly gripping the sword in her hand, the blade stained with blood.
The divine sword was nourished by the blood and began to merge with the blood of its master.
Ji Lingche's whole body was trembling slightly.
More than 20 years.
She finally grasped her sword again.
She could clearly feel the spiritual power flowing back from the sword, as if her lost soul was being replenished bit by bit.
She slowly raised her hand and placed the sword across her chest with a solemn expression.
Then he lowered his eyes and his gaze moved across the sword inch by inch, as if he was looking at an old friend whom he had not seen for many years.
"You know what, Shang Zheng," she said.
"The moment I held this sword, I suddenly felt as if I had found something long lost."
Qu Wuji looked at her silently.
He knew what the natal sword meant to the sword cultivator—
"It's the spirit." Ji Lingche said and closed his eyes.
The Crow Feather Sword began to glow, and faint black flames danced on the sword.
Qu Wu Ji was in a trance for a moment and thought of his sword again.
But the white sword was cut, the green soul died, and it has returned to dust...
His emotions surged, and the sword of Shatuan sensed the fluctuation of his spiritual power and made a buzzing sound.
Qu Wu Ji looked at the long sword in his hand, as if he was looking at the Qinghun Sword and the Baiyi Sword through the sword.
He brushed his fingers across the Shatuan Sword, wiping away the blood stains on the sword, and also cleansing the dusty spirit in his heart.
The sword gleamed brightly, reflected in his eyes.
He raised his eyes and looked forward.
She was seen standing with a sword in her hand, suspended in mid-air, waiting for the Demon Lord to break through the last layer of the formation.
The Crow Feather Sword is far more powerful than the Killing Turbulence Sword. When the divine sword appeared, the world suddenly changed color.
The surroundings were shrouded in sword intent, crow feathers swirled and fell, and the murderous intent suppressed the restless abyss.
Ji Lingche said: "It will be very difficult for that beast to break through this final formation. It will definitely hurt its vitality."
"When he leaps up, we must take advantage of his weakened state and kill him in one blow."
She held her sword horizontally, and a strong wind blew up from the abyss, making the clothes of the two rustle.
"Absolutely, we cannot let him escape from the abyss."
Qu Wu Ji stood behind her, where she couldn't see him, frowning in pain and trembling all over.
He put his hand on his dantian and felt blood again.
He stared at the blood on his hands, as if he suddenly understood something, and smiled with relief.
Then he quietly wiped away the blood from his body.
Ji Lingche was concentrating on watching the movements at the bottom of the valley, like a string stretched to its limit, and he didn't notice Qu Wuji's pale face at all.
Qu Wu Ji held the sword loosely, standing in mid-air with some difficulty.
His eyes fell on her softly, unwilling to move away for a moment, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance deeply in his mind.
The corners of his eyes slowly turned red, and his Adam's apple moved, but he said nothing and just smiled softly.
Ji Lingche seemed to have noticed something, glanced back, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Qu Wuji lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something.
He answered the question irrelevantly, and only said softly: "When I first entered the immortal sect, I felt disgusted with the path to becoming an immortal."
"I can't understand why becoming an immortal requires one to be heartless and desireless."
"Why? You can only climb the ladder to heaven after you've stepped on corpses."
He looked up, watching the light pouring down from the sky, and his tone was so soft that it was difficult to hear.
"They say that being heartless is the same as loving all. Only by being heartless and loveless can one move all living beings."
"I went to ask Master, but Master only told me—"
"Since ancient times, the great way has been like this."
Ji Lingche didn't know why he suddenly said this. He turned to look at him in surprise, but saw that his face was as pale as paper.
Her pupils suddenly shrank and she wanted to run over and hold him, but she couldn't move at all.
Qu Wuji looked at her and whispered again, "Alan."
"Has the Great Way been like this since ancient times?"
Ji Lingche was shocked: "You..."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
Before she could react, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from the abyss!
At the same time, a sword flashed, and with a humming sound, it slashed straight towards the black shadow.
Behind the huge black shadow, countless demons followed closely behind, rushing towards the exit of the abyss above.
The black snow swirling in the air immediately turned into sword intent the moment the sword light burst out.
A white light exploded, and the monsters turned into blood mist and broken flesh, falling into the abyss.
The fastest black shadow actually dodged the sword light, and its speed was not hindered at all, and it rushed upwards.
It was so fast that it was almost invisible. Ji Lingche felt a sharp pain in his sea of consciousness and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.
She swung her sword with all her might, but she couldn't even touch the beast's hair!
The Crow Feather Sword could not burst out again in such a short time. She actually watched helplessly as the beast transformed into a black shadow brushed past her.
She put her fingers together at her chest and shouted, "Nine-layer fire, burn!"
In an instant, a curtain of fire spread out, sealing the entrance above.
The black shadow indeed paused for a moment, then went up again, and at a faster speed, obviously trying to force its way through the fire curtain.
But the moment he hesitated, the Crow Feather Sword had already cut him in half!
Ji Lingche only felt that time had slowed down to an extremely slow pace at this moment. Her sword was slowed down infinitely, and in her eyes, it was almost slashing forward bit by bit.
Her sea of consciousness seemed to be pierced and she could no longer think.
Blood flowed out from the corners of her mouth. Under the evil pressure of the Demon Lord, her spiritual veins collapsed and oozed blood, almost turning her into a bloody person.
She gritted her teeth and said, "Go to hell!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the Crow Feather Sword broke through the barrier in an instant.
Time returned to normal in her eyes, and the long sword was so fast that it left an afterimage, and she swung it to the end!
The black shadow was instantly cut into two pieces by her.
A wailing sound penetrated her sea of consciousness.
I saw a black shadow falling down as if it was dead.
The other part instantly swung away, rushed out of the range covered by the Crow Feather Sword Intent, and then slowly turned into a human form.
The black shadow turned into a man with a disfigured face.
A long time ago, this beast transformed into a human form to conceal its identity as a demon and bring disaster to the world.
Until he was caught red-handed by Tan Mingyi, who burned him to a cripple without saying a word. From then on, he could no longer maintain his human form and turned into rotten meat.
Now Ji Lingche watched the beast transform into a human form again, and his anger grew. With just a wave of his hand, the curtain of fire spreading above his head fell down and burned directly towards the thing.
Sparks flew all over him and he started burning instantly!
The demon master could not maintain his body anymore and once again turned into a black shadow, rushing upwards with sparks!
It was obvious that the beast was determined to escape from the abyss even at the cost of half his life.
The scream echoed in her consciousness, and the pain made her lose consciousness. She only managed to stand by relying on her instinct for survival.
After swinging the sword twice, her spiritual veins were blocked and she no longer had the strength to swing the sword a third time.
She looked up in a daze, watching the black shadow getting smaller and smaller in her sight, rushing towards the last layer of fire barrier -
Can't stop him after all?
At this moment, there was a sound of something breaking, and the shackles in Ji Lingche's sea of consciousness disappeared in an instant.
She looked up and saw that the black shadow seemed to have lost all its evil power in an instant. It could no longer move and struggled desperately in the fire barrier, but it could not break through.
Immediately, the black shadow was engulfed by the fire barrier, wailing and rolling...
In the end, he fell down with flames all over his body, falling straight to the bottom of the abyss.
Ji Lingche didn't know what had just happened and just stared at it in a daze.
At this moment, she saw a white shadow, like a kite with a broken string -
Also falling into the abyss.
Ji Lingche looked at it in disbelief. She felt that her brain must have been injured by that beast, which was why she was hallucinating such a scene.
She raised her hand to rub her eyes, but when she opened them again, the figure was falling even faster, and sparks were stained on the white clothes, about to burn -
"Qu Wuji..."
She didn't know how she got there, nor did she know how she hugged that person.
She seemed stupid and in a trance.
Qu Wu Ji's face was as pale as gold paper, his breath was weak, he slowly opened his eyes, then slightly raised the corners of his mouth, forcing a smile.
Ji Lingche only felt his hand was wet and cold, and then he realized that he had touched blood.
I saw large patches of blood spreading from his dantian, gradually dyeing his clothes red.
She looked at him in disbelief, tears streaming down her face.
"Qu Wu Ji." She said in a daze.
She was shaking all over and had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out.
"Why is your golden elixir gone?"
She finally understood why the Demon Lord suddenly died of exhaustion.
Because Qu Wuji destroyed his own golden elixir.
The beast swallowed his other golden elixir. The two golden elixirs were connected by restrictions and were destined to live and die together.
He destroyed his own golden elixir, and the golden elixir in the demon's body exploded instantly...
So he always knew that even if he killed the Demon Lord, he would not survive.
He always knew.
…
Qu Wuji smiled miserably, looked at her, and said only: "Alan."
"Take me upstairs. I don't want to die here."
Ji Lingche dragged him out of the abyss, and the two fell to the ground, their blood staining the ground red.
She knelt on the ground and frantically tried to stop his bleeding.
It was dark outside and it was already late at night.
Thunder rumbled, one after another.
Another heavy rainstorm is about to come.
She said again and again: "Hold on, Qu Wuji, hold on..."
"I'm going to take you to Kunlun right now... We'll be there soon, please bear with me..."
"Please, hold on..."
Her cold hand was suddenly grabbed.
A loud thunder exploded, making her scalp numb, and then lightning illuminated his bloodless face.
Qu Wu Ji had a smile on his face, but she clearly saw that he was crying.
He said, "Kill me."
Ji Lingche's tears fell on his face, and he only said: "What are you talking about..."
Qu Wuji wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but he couldn't do it, so he just said: "Didn't you always ask what the death calamity was when I observed the sky back then?"
He forced a smile and said, "I saw it..."
"You killed me and ascended."
Qu Wuji laughed and said, "Don't cry."
"Kill me and go back to heaven."
He slowly closed his eyes, tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes and into his temples, and his whole body trembled with pain.
"I knew then that you were a god from heaven."
"And I am just a small love tribulation that you came down to earth to overcome..."
He wanted to say something with a smile, but he couldn't stop crying. He cried and said, "Alan, please forget me when you return to heaven..."
"I won't bother you anymore."
The Tao is ruthless.
Only by killing the love tribulation can one regain the rank of immortal?
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