An elusive red light suddenly appeared around her, and Yao Yue raised her hand to hold his wrist bone. The movement was easy and gentle, as if she was just holding a teacup, but Ling Wujie almost instantly felt a terrifying magical power gathering rapidly in her pulse, and in just a few breaths it filled to a terrifying level!
"You exploded the golden elixir!"
Yao Yue added briskly, "Half a pill."
——Self-detonation of the golden elixir is a way to forcibly improve the realm, but the golden elixir of a cultivator is the second heart. If the golden elixir is broken, the person is not far from death. Her golden elixir is the golden elixir of a person who has truly ascended to heaven. Even if it is only half, it is enough to rank among the best in the world in a short period of time. At this moment, even if he imitates the explosion of the golden elixir, he will never be stronger than her.
The next second, a narrow wind cut his throat, and Ling Wujie hurriedly held the traceless sword in front of him! With a "ding" sound, his palm was broken and blood was pouring out. The unclear sword light and shadow spread out into a murderous wave, and the pressure displayed by the girl in red was even more terrifying than she was three hundred years ago!
Ling Wujie gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and thrust back suddenly, but Yao Yue dodged casually.
"Evil disciple, why don't you give up your sword?"
She swung out the sword slowly and slashed at an extremely tricky angle from the tail of the sword, suddenly cutting the young man's body into two pieces! Blood splattered, flesh and blood dripped. Ling Wujie's mutilated body fell from midair, but Yao Yue did not put away the sword. She suddenly turned around and slashed with the sword with all her strength.
clang!
At the critical moment, Fu Shui barely managed to block Wu Hen who was falling silently!
This block not only defeated his sword power, but also broke the illusion of the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. Ling Wujie widened his eyes in disbelief, and a sweet and fishy taste surged in his throat, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood! The girl's eyes flashed with a teasing smile.
"You want to use the same trick on me a second time?"
Then, she twisted the water and sent the whole sword flying far away! It drew a smooth arc in the air, and then it was nailed to the red palace wall with a sound of "snatch"!
This move of snatching the blade was so clean and neat that it could have been written into a sword manual. In his panic, Ling Wujie had almost no time to react and instinctively took a few steps back. He saw the girl's sleeves fluttering, her clothes fluttering, and she kicked him in the chest like lightning, kicking him out!
With a "bang", the young man's back hit the palace wall, and countless terrible cracks appeared on the entire wall in an instant! That kick, which contained powerful magic power, was definitely not something that ordinary people could withstand. He heard a buzzing sound in his ears, as if his tendons, bones and blood vessels were broken inch by inch, and he could no longer muster any strength.
——Yao Yue's fighting skills were learned from Taiyi Immortal Venerable. She was as quiet as a virgin and as powerful as thunder. It was no exaggeration to say that she was the best in the world. Her kick actually avoided the acupuncture point on his chest, otherwise Ling Wujie would have been killed on the spot.
The girl's figure was as light as a falling feather and as swift as an arrow. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him again, squatted down, held his collar and smiled gently.
"If you had spent less time studying crooked ways in the past three hundred years, you wouldn't have made no progress at all."
Unexpectedly, the young man did not refute anything. Like a hedgehog with its spikes retracted, his eyes seemed to have some indescribable emotions, heavy and tired, making people unable to bear to look at him any longer.
"Just kill me..."
——He had been holding his breath to prevent himself from becoming a weak prince who lived in disgrace. But he could hold his breath, but he couldn't let it go. The things that supported his activities and life were slowly, bit by bit, slipping away. The bowstring that had been stretched tight for a long time suddenly loosened, and despair and severe pain could not suppress the exhaustion that swept over him.
Yao Yue was stunned at first, then as if she realized something, a hint of compassion slowly appeared on her face, and it became more and more intense.
"...I can't commit murder again. Besides, three hundred years ago...I was the one who wronged you."
Ling Wujie shook his head, his face slightly distorted, and he didn't know whether it was pain or embarrassment.
"We can die together... but we can't live together..."
——The hatred for killing one’s father is irreconcilable.
He knew that Ling Lang had committed a heinous crime and deserved death, but that was his father... a father who doted on him in every way. Even though Ling Lang had let down the world, he had never let him down. When Quan Xing wiped out the Ling Xiao Sect, he hid in the dark and saw blood and flesh dripping, bones exposed in the wild. Since then, he had nightmares every night for the past three hundred years. Even though he was not in Lanxue Pavilion that day, he could dream of his father's death countless times.
His world began to collapse three hundred years ago, from dust to soil, and then to bricks, and finally turned into ruins. The smoke and noise filled the air, and finally drowned him, and he could never see the light again.
There was a moment of silence. In the distance, there were still ghosts howling and wolves howling, but nearby, there was no sound at all. The man opened his eyes slightly, without any intention of resisting. His numb and desolate gaze seemed to be fixed in the gloomy sky, lifeless.
The girl suddenly smiled.
"Who says we can't live together?"
——When she smiles like this, it’s like the first clear day after a light snowfall, with endless spring scenery. It can make people full of hope and courage for everything. It is the most brilliant and fearless look.
There was a kind of self-exiled decadence in Ling Wujie's eyes, and his voice trembled strangely: "Impossible... I..."
"Why not?" Yao Yue raised her eyebrows. Her unique detachment and willfulness were no different from three hundred years ago. "——I want to."
The last three words were not heavy, and were even very gentle, but they were like some kind of sharp weapon piercing his heart and lungs. In an instant, even his throat was sour and astringent with a rusty taste, which made him want to cry. I don’t know if it was an illusion, but Ling Wujie showed an imperceptible helpless smile on his face, with a sense of relief after the dust settled.
"Master really hasn't changed at all..."
At this moment, a loud bang was heard from the main hall of the Immortal Emperor Palace!
More demons and evil spirits from the sky and the ground rushed in frantically, forming a black whirlwind that instantly engulfed the hall! A man was hanging in the hurricane with a blood-red sword, his black robe rustling, looking down like a king. The voice had a faint surging energy, and the souls of those who heard it were all frightened by the terrifying magic power, and every word was poured into the minds of everyone around him——
"In the Avici Hell, thunder and fire will come."