After killing Liu Xiuyuan, Wen Hemian approached the pile of corpses buried under the sand dunes.
The old friend's voice and appearance are no longer there, only a skeleton is left. Until the last moment of his life, his back was straight and he tightly protected the sword in his hand.
Tianxianzi used to like to call Jueming "old antique", laughing at him for always being too serious and solemn. However, after the war was over, he never called him that again.
Wen Hemian has always understood that he is not pedantic and conservative, but just adheres to the "Tao" in his heart. Back then, when they held swords and talked, what Jueming said about "protecting the people" was absolutely not a lie.
He kept this oath throughout his life until his death.
Wen Hemian stared into the empty eye sockets for a long time, and finally used his remaining spiritual power to protect all the bones to ensure that they would not be disturbed by wind and sand in the short term.
After a moment's pause, he reached out and grasped the dusty Evil-Slaying Sword.
The evil cultivator's strategy is unclear, and the desert is full of dangers. If you encounter a crisis suddenly, this sword may be able to help.
The main purpose of Cassiae in protecting it is to allow later monks to use it to kill more evil demons.
When he saw Tian Xianzi rushing towards the devil without hesitation, his fingertips did not waver.
Although he had not wielded a sword for many years, he was once a sword practitioner.
...Now, it should be so.
"Uncle Master, what should we do?"
The little prince from the Dragon Palace once asked him this.
He doesn't know.
Since when, Wen Hemian began to be afraid of holding a sword.
Maybe it was when he picked up his natal sword again and again but could not sense any sword energy. Or maybe it was when he was holding the sword and accidentally caught a glimpse of the sympathetic and regretful eyes of others.
His former beloved became a thorn in his heart, telling him all the time that Wen Hemian had lost all his spiritual energy and had become a useless person who couldn't even fly a sword.
So he locked himself in a sealed shell and cut off all contact with the sword, but now——
There is no doubt that if Tianxianzi relies on his own strength, he will definitely end up perishing together with the devil, just like Jueming did back then.
Wen Hemian wanted to go forward to help, but was helpless.
He hadn't even held a sword for a long time, and his memory of those wildly changing sword techniques was vague. What's more, at this moment, the only sword he could use was Jueming's Zhuxie.
Zhuxie is a famous sword in the world. It can cut through iron like mud with ease. The power of the sword spirit contained in it is extremely strong. If he can get its help, he might be able to play a small role.
However, the sword spirit is not in the sword.
I think that when the demon god blew himself up and died, under such a huge impact, even the sword spirit could not hold on and disappeared into thin air.
So Zhuxie became an ordinary sword, which could not bring him any hope at such a critical moment.
Tianxianzi could hardly hold on any longer.
As a fellow disciple, he could only stand by helplessly.
The pale fingertips touched the storage bag, and Wen Hemian's ears buzzed.
Somehow, he remembered the letter he received in Qingxu Valley before leaving.
At that time, all the elders of Xuanxu Sword Sect came to him together and asked if they could leave the valley and go to the desert to search for the traces of the demons.
Wen Hemian was so flustered and nervous that he instinctively rejected the outside world. Although he said calmly, "Let him think about it," his heart was in a mess and he didn't know what to do.
He didn't have many close friends and couldn't find anyone to confide in, so for some unknown reason he wrote a letter to Ningning.
She didn't know yet that her true identity had been discovered long ago, and was still talking to him in the tone of a strange little disciple.
The letters that night came much more frequently than on other nights. When Wen Hemian opened the envelope, he saw her deliberately crooked handwriting.
She must have thought about it for a long time and wrote a lot. At the end of the envelope, the little girl wrote stroke by stroke:
[Although the flashes of swords and the energy of swords during battle are very cool, what attracts me most is actually the determination in the moment when the sword is drawn out of the sheath.
Both swords and swordsmanship are cold, but it is because of the people wielding the swords that they become warm and become the "Tao" admired by everyone.
How should I put it? It may sound a bit corny, but I think that the unyielding belief is more powerful than those confusing sword techniques.
In my heart, Elder Jiangxing will always be a powerful man.
Another thing: It is already autumn, and all the mountains in Xuanxu Sect have turned red and yellow.
I found a hidden stream in Cailan Peak. When you recover and come out of the valley, let's go fishing by the stream together.
The grilled fish is super fragrant! ］
He is not powerful.
I will only keep escaping and live forever in the shadow of the past, feeling ashamed of my teachers and my former self.
The weak young man coughed and his eyes darkened.
But he must not, at this time... let down his good friend who once fought side by side with him.
"Lin Xun."
A white light flashed in the storage bag, and what appeared in his hand was a dusty old sword.
Wen Hemian held it tightly without much skill, and all five fingers felt cold and hard. His movements were awkward and stiff, and accompanied by slight tremors.
Suddenly, the young man exerted force on his hand, stopped the slight trembling, and clenched it tightly, as if he had finally made a decision. He looked at the dragon boy beside him and said, "Give me a Soul Gathering Pill."
From the moment he swung his sword, Wen Hemian already knew his own ending.
His sea of consciousness had not yet been fully repaired, like a patched rag. If he wanted to lend a helping hand to Tian Xianzi, he had to forcibly break open his sea of consciousness, rapidly improve his cultivation in a short period of time, and burn out his last bit of spiritual power and life.
This is Wen Hemian’s decision.
His "Tao".
His unwavering faith.
The hand that was used to playing the piano and making tea once again grasped the hilt of the sword after many years.
The restrained sword energy belonging to Elder Jiangxing was as continuous as water, and a slender figure rose up and stood beside Tianxianzi.
The two sword energies intertwined and merged, and in an instant, a dragon roared and a sword whistled, suddenly forcing the demon god's huge body back.
This is the first strike.
Even in his current exhausted state, he can still use all his strength to make a final blow.
Wen Hemian took a deep breath.
My right hand was shaking constantly.
--wrong.
It wasn't his hands that were shaking.
The young man was startled, pressed down with his knuckles, and looked down at the sword in his hand.
I don't know when it started, but a mighty spiritual power suddenly spread from the tip of the sword. The spiritual power emitted light, like falling moonlight, completely wrapping the sword body.
The originally dark and silent Zhuxie——
In an instant, white light appeared, the sword made a long sound, and the powerful sword energy surged like waves, dispelling the surrounding darkness in an instant.
The shadow of a woman appeared in his sea of consciousness which was about to collapse.
White mist surged up, protecting the endangered meridians. Wen Hemian caught a glimpse of the woman's eyes condensed from the mist.
"Sword Spirit of the Evil Slayer——"
Tian Xianzi was also stunned, then he laughed in relief: "That guy Jueming... is worthy of being him."
The scales of fate tilt at this moment.
If the townspeople had not protected the sword with their own bodies.
If Jueming had not sacrificed himself to bring the Sword Spirit of Zhuxie into the Ziwei Realm.
If many years ago, the boy who said goodbye to his family late at night had not given his sister a compass.
Everything will be completely different.
Fortunately, the fate that was so closely linked together finally reached its intersection at this moment.
It is known that Tian Xianzi's strength is roughly equal to that of the demon god who is about to break the formation.
It is known that Wen Hemian's final attack with all his strength could ensure that Tian Xianzi would not lose all his spiritual power and barely keep his life.
It is known that the original "Ningning" has been reincarnated over and over again. The Sword Spirit of Zhuxie has been waiting in Ziwei Realm for thousands of years, and has accumulated thousands of years of vast spiritual power, which will surely protect Wen Hemian's sea of consciousness.
The shadows that had been fighting alone in the desert finally became three people holding swords side by side as they did before.
Tian Xianzi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and asked curiously, "Strange, why does the sword spirit have such strong spiritual power?"
But...that's not what he needs to think about now.
"Once this is over, let's go to the best restaurant in the world and have a feast."
He laughed wantonly, his eyes shining like stars in the sword energy: "What's the point of staying in that valley forever? Look at you, you're almost growing hair."
Wen Hemian stared at the sword in his hand for a long time, with a slight curve at the corner of his lips.
"good."
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On the other side, under the sand dunes of Tianhe.
All the evil cultivators had been slaughtered. He Zhizhou stared at Qingheng's corpse and listened to Ningning's general account of the whole thing.
She spoke vaguely, only saying that she had fallen into a life-swapping technique and would be dying in place of another person. The destined death has not yet come, and even Ningning herself doesn't know when she will lose her life.
"So," his mind was a mess, and he didn't even have time to care about the bloodstains on his body, "from the very beginning, the 'system' was a trap that made you bear all the consequences?"
Ningning nodded, not daring to look up at Pei Ji.
The atmosphere was so tense that He Zhizhou didn't even dare to look at him.
"Hey, come out here!"
He was upset and confused, so angry that he almost jumped up and down, and he kept typing in his mind: "Do you want my body too?"
As a time traveler, He Zhizhou also has a system in his mind.
The system is called "Whetstone" and claims that it was sent by heaven. The reason it came to him was to artificially create various grindings in order to achieve the purpose of tempering Pei Ji.
What heaven's will, what grindstone, he doesn't believe in it at all!
The sound of the wind at night sounds like crying and laughing.
His heart suddenly moved slightly, and He Zhizhou heard a chuckle: "What are you thinking about? If I were the original owner of this body, would my voice be like this?"
It was a gentle female voice with a smile.
It paused for a moment and said with some regret: "There is something wrong with her system. She showed signs of it at the beginning, didn't she? If that is also a product of the Heavenly Dao, it will never conflict with your mission."
This is saying that before he and Ning Ning met, they both hired people to surround Pei Ji. As a result, the two gangs of thugs disliked each other and fought in front of Pei Ji's yard.
He Zhizhou managed to calm down and asked through gritted teeth: "Then, what should we do now? Can Ningning still be saved?"
Before his death, the demon cultivator said that in order to break the evil curse, one must find abundant blessings to offset it.
But how could they receive so many blessings? It was extremely difficult to obtain happiness. None of them were destined to be the sons of heaven. Pei Ji, the only one who was valued by heaven, was abused and had only had a few days of good life. He was so miserable.
etc.
He Zhizhou's eyelids twitched and his heart pounded uncontrollably.
Who says they don’t have a destined child here?
The system created by the Way of Heaven...isn't it just lying in his mind?
"You said before that as long as you act in accordance with the will of heaven, you will be rewarded with merit—"
He Zhizhou suppressed his violent heartbeat and clenched his fists: "So I am blessed now, right?"
The female voice was silent for a moment.
Then he whispered, "Yes."
"How much merit have I accumulated since I was a child?"
My heart, which had been hanging in the air for a long time, finally settled down a little.
He Zhizhou was unusually serious, and told it word by word with great clarity: "I want to transfer them all to Ningning... Can you do it?"
"Are you crazy?"
Whetstone said in a confused tone: "Those merits are accumulated by you over the years. As long as you have them, it will be much easier to ascend to immortality in the future."
This sentence originally had a restraining meaning.
He Zhizhou was even more excited when he heard that. He grinned with shining eyes on the spot: "When you say that, it means 'yes', right? Come on! Come on! Don't hesitate and come!"
Whetstone: ...
Whetstone: "Are you really not going to reconsider this? With your blessings, it's probably difficult to offset the karma that girl has to endure."
It paused, as if organizing its words, and then slowly explained: "The original owner of this body has reincarnated time and time again, and the cause and effect have accumulated countless times, far beyond your imagination. Even if you use up all your merits... it is very difficult to save her."
"I don't care! How can you be sure that you will fail without even trying?"
He Zhizhou was so anxious that his facial features were grim, and he hit his head hard: "Sister Tong, Fairy Tong, please help me! Just give all the merits to her, I don't want a single drop!"
Lu Wanxing had a complicated look on her face. She looked at He Zhizhou beside her, crying and laughing. She suddenly said with a horrifying expression, "Ningning, don't panic. I have a solution!"
What she didn't know was that a woman's laugh flashed through the mind of the young Taoist priest who was never very reliable.
Whetstone yawned lazily, and there was no emotion in his tone: "Okay."
This is an extremely bad deal.
Its host is still as stupid as ever, and he is probably the only one who would make such a request.
Fortunately, it has long been accustomed to how to adapt to the thinking of fools.
Merits are invisible, and even if all of them are transferred, there will not be much change. Only He Zhizhou and Ningning herself could vaguely feel the energy slowly flowing through their bodies.
It feels like all the strength in my body is being drained away bit by bit.
He Zhizhou took a deep breath, leaned his back against the sand dune behind him, and slowly sat down.
He was speechless. In order to let Ning Ning and Pei Ji know the situation, he could only use voice transmission to communicate with them. At the same time, he struggled to speak in his mind: "Now...what is the cause and effect in her body?"
"To go against the will of heaven and change one's fate is a taboo in heaven."
The grindstone responded, "You and I have both tried our best."
Pei Ji must have heard this voice, as the murderous intent around him became even stronger.
He Zhizhou's heart skipped a beat: "What does this mean?"
"Your merits will offset some of the calamity, but it is still far from enough compared to the karma that body has to endure."
It was silent for a moment, and then added softly: "The Heavenly Dao has transformed the invisible death calamity into a visible one. I believe that it will not be long before the Sixth Heavenly Thunder will be attracted."
"Heavenly thunder?"
He Zhizhou was delighted: "If the death calamity has a physical body, can't it be avoided? This is a good thing!"
The grindstone just smiled very quietly: "Do you really think that it is easy to survive the thunderbolt of life and death that defies fate?"
Seeing him stunned, the woman's smile faded: "Six levels of heavenly thunder represent the six paths of reincarnation that cleanse sins. Each path penetrates the bones, and the power of each one is more intense than the previous one - and no one can survive the final path of hell."
It was silent for a moment, then emphasized, "No one."
The moment these words were spoken, a ray of light flashed across the sky, which was as dark as a curtain, without any warning.
As death approaches, thunder strikes.
Ever since Huo Qiao's death, the system in Ningning's mind has not made any sound.
She heard the conversation clearly. Perhaps because she had prepared herself mentally, she did not feel nervous when the disaster really came.
...No one can survive.
This is still an unbreakable deadlock.
She wanted to say something when a figure suddenly appeared beside her.
Then Pei Ji's hoarse voice said, "Open your mouth."
It all happened too suddenly.
When He Zhizhou reacted, he saw Junior Brother Pei stuffing something into Ningning's mouth. Then the latter suddenly swayed as if she had lost her strength, and he reached out and held her in his arms.
Pei Ji's expression was cold.
His eyes had always been cold and expressionless, but now they were filled with many unfathomable emotions. When he met He Zhizhou's eyes, he said in a deep voice, "Thank you."
Just by that one look, He Zhizhou understood his next plan.
The same is true for Ningning.
She wanted to break free, but she felt completely powerless because of the pill that entered her mouth unexpectedly. I think Pei Ji had already guessed that she would not cooperate obediently, so he made preparations from the beginning.
But no.
Pei Ji...will die.
Under the dim moonlight, the young man in black held her in his arms, walked forward step by step in the sudden rumbling thunder, and left the crowd.
Pei Ji did not lower his head. Ning Ning could not see his expression. She could only see his slender, bloody neck, with blue veins that looked like climbing vines.
Suddenly he spoke, his throat gently dropped, and his voice and the wind passed through my ears: "Don't be afraid."
It was a voice as hoarse as Shura's, but the tone was incredibly gentle.
A deafening muffled sound came.
Pei Ji half-knelt on the ground and let Ningning sit down under another sand dune. The boy's dark shadow completely enveloped her. In her last sight, Pei Ji smiled at her.
It was neither deliberate nor stiff. At the critical moment of life and death, he just looked at her face and smiled from the bottom of his heart.
Ningning was unable to move or speak. The moment she saw the first bolt of lightning falling, he covered her eyes with his hand.
The first calamity is the way of heaven and man.
She heard the sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath, and the sword energy intertwined with thunder and lightning, stirring up swirling wind and sand, and the air was filled with explosions.
The palm covering the eyes slightly increased in pressure, and Pei Ji's voice rang in his ears again: "Don't be afraid."
Ningning's tears suddenly fell.
He is obviously the one who should be most afraid.
The second disaster is humanity.
There was another loud thunder. The young man who was bending under the sand dune held a long sword in his hand and used the sword energy to resist the lightning.
"This, this is too——"
The dark blue lightning was as ferocious as a ghost's claw. Lu Wanxing squinted his eyes because of the lightning and asked in a trembling voice: "Can he really make it?"
He Zhizhou was powerless and could only go crazy in his mind: "Isn't Pei Ji the one you are training? Doesn't the Heaven have the slightest bit of mercy on him?"
"Life and death are determined by fate. Pei Ji had a special identity in his previous life and had accumulated merits that ordinary people could hardly imagine. For that merit, although the Heavenly Dao would temper him out of gratitude, it would never interfere with the cycle of cause and effect and save him on purpose."
The voice in my mind replied calmly: "If he really died, it has nothing to do with the way of heaven."
He was so angry that he rolled his eyes.
These unscrupulous capitalists!
The third calamity is the animal realm.
Ningning couldn't see the scene in front of her, she could only hear thunder that was even more violent and terrifying than before.
And the sound of the long sword falling to the ground in a hurry.
With Pei Ji's light cough, a strong smell of blood filled the air.
"After my mother passed away, I went to many places."
There was a sharp pain in my back that penetrated deep into my bones, piercing my heart and bones, as if every inch of my flesh was torn apart, and even my blood was boiling and burning.
He clumsily wiped away the tears on the girl's face with his fingertips, and his tone was unprecedentedly gentle: "It often rains in the water town in the south city. I love standing under the eaves and watching the raindrops fall. Whenever I go to the pond at that time, I can see rows of geese and ducks."
Pei Ji smiled softly when he said this: "Very cute, round and plump. If you see it, you will definitely like it."
Then there were bursts of thunder.
The fourth calamity is the Asura path.
The thin young man picked up the long sword, touched the ground with the tip of the sword, and barely supported his body. He silently recited the sword formula in his heart, and the sword energy surged up and gathered into a white barrier again.
"Go north along the south city and you will reach the Colorful Butterfly Valley."
His breath became visibly chaotic and fragmented, and he used almost all his strength to speak: "It's called the Colorful Butterfly Valley, but it's actually full of rabbits. Just imagine, the whole valley is filled with snow-white balls, and they look very fat, as if it's raining."
He was not good at pleasing others, so he could only use this clumsy way to comfort Ningning and make her less scared.
The barrier was shattered, and bursts of thunder were as powerful as a bamboo breaking through, like thousands of swords and sabers, leaving bloody scars so deep that you could see the bones.
Pei Ji bit his lip, using the sharp pain to wake himself up a little and avoid fainting.
The fifth kalpa is the realm of hungry ghosts.
Ningning's consciousness was gradually fading, and she could hardly hear the voice that was so close to her.
"In the drawer on the left side of the study, there are sweet-scented osmanthus cakes and osmanthus biscuits that I made. They are a bit sweet, so I didn't give them to you."
He lowered his eyelashes as he spoke, staring intently at the girl in front of him, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of her into his heart.
Black hair, small nose tip, thin cold white skin.
Pei Ji thought, it looked like the moon.
"There's nothing left for you...I'm sorry."
The medicine has taken effect.
In her last blurry moment of consciousness, Ningning heard Pei Ji say, "Good night." These were the words she had told him.
good evening.
The sixth calamity is the hell.
The six realms of reincarnation, the rewards and punishments for good and evil, the clear cause and effect, all depend on one thought.
As the wind and sand rushed forward, the young man in black stood up with a sword in hand. His eyebrows and eyes were blurred by his black hair, his warmth faded, and a hint of coldness and bloodiness was faintly visible.
His body was covered with hideous bloodstains, but his back was straight and his murderous aura was as fierce as a knife.
Pei Ji made the decision at the very beginning.
No matter what the doom was, he would do everything in his power to keep her alive.
If it is a human, kill him.
If they are evil demons, they will be slaughtered completely.
If it is the way of heaven——
Then he took the sword, and even if he died, he would cut off the way of heaven.
"Pei Ji, he..."
He Zhizhou's back felt numb and he couldn't stop trembling: "Draw the sword!"
The last thunder arrived as expected.
The lightning was as dense as a net. The young man raised his pale face without any blood. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a drop of round blood fell from the corner of his forehead.
He held the sword in his right hand and took out a long hairband from his chest pocket with his left hand.
The headband Ningning gave him in Luancheng.
Pei Ji didn't have time to tell her how happy he was when he received this gift.
I am so happy that every night when I see it, I can't help but smile.
The scattered black hair was roughly tied up, revealing the boy's pupils as dark as the night. There was murderous aura surging inside, but also a tranquility as empty as a mirror.
Lightning struck instantly.
Pei Ji used up all the remaining strength in his body and gripped the sword tightly.
Hell is a place where death is inevitable.
No one can escape.
In the Yin-Yang Microdust Formation, the young demon monarch had disappeared without a trace and was no longer seen. A drop of blood slid down from the barrier, and the blood condensed into a hanging round drop, reflecting a dim and blurry shadow.
That was the fourteenth moon that was visible from afar in the wind and sand.
Where the formation cracked, sword lights flashed and sparks gushed out. The giant's body, made of flames, was cracked everywhere, turning into thousands of long scars reflecting the firelight, like a spider web spreading out.
A piece of rock and soil fell to the ground, followed by the second and third pieces. The huge objects were like a collapsing mountain. The young dragon boy took this opportunity to hold the sword and move forward. Spiritual power surged, gradually filling the cracks.
In his arms, he always held the night pearl.
It was the only bright color in the entire world amidst the dark red of hell.
The lightning illuminates every corner of the desert.
The trembling pupils of the sand bandits, the crimson rivers formed by the demons' blood, the scattered monsters, the flying sand, and the white skeleton shrouded in soft spiritual energy.
Merit, sin, destiny, gratitude and hatred.
Countless intertwined destinies converge at this moment.
Countless chaotic causes and effects are superimposed and offset here.
The long sword blocked the path of lightning, and a steady stream of blood flowed from the boy's fingertips.
Pei Ji swallowed the fishy smell in his throat, condensed his sword, and released the last sword intent.
This calamity is an endless purgatory from which no one can escape.
Amid the thunder that pierced the clouds and split the rocks, a middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded from the depths of the sea of consciousness.
It laughed arrogantly, carrying an uncontrollable anger. The moment the voice sounded, the sword lights all around suddenly increased, and the white light covered the sky and the earth, directly facing the most violent lightning.
"It's just fate—"
Cheng Ying shouted: "Pei Ji... can still cut it open!"
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