The lightning that spanned the entire sky tore through the darkness. The streaks of light surged and roared, like the gaping mouth of a ferocious beast, rushing past from the edge of the sky, trembling and rushing, wanting to swallow everything into its belly.
Millions of white lights surged forward, forming a surging electric current like a giant sword, and the rumbling sound was like the collision of blades.
But in a flash, thunder from the sky suddenly poured down, attacking the dark shadow standing in the desert.
Lightning bit the long sword, and a crack grew and spread from the tip of the sword. The strong wind lifted up the boy's clothes, and a murderous look suddenly appeared in his black eyes. His eyes were the most ferocious and the most resolute.
"Will he make it?"
Seeing that the lightning almost engulfed Pei Ji's figure, Lu Wanxing shuddered and was so frightened that he could not move.
If an ordinary person were to take even one look at the overwhelming thunder falling from the sky, he would feel fear and despair from the bottom of his heart. The young man looked to be about the same age as her. Lu Wanxing couldn't imagine how determined he was to approach her.
He Zhizhou clenched his fists and tried to stand up to help him: "How can the Heavenly Dao be so blind! Can't you see that Ningning is just a shield? I——"
He hadn't finished speaking when he collapsed to the ground again, exhausted all over due to the loss of all his well-being in a short period of time.
"Even if you go forward now, you will only die in vain."
Whetstone said lazily: "That boy is determined to save her from death. He must know the final outcome. How can ordinary people in this world fight against fate-"
It was said with great certainty.
But this voice suddenly stopped for some reason, as if it had sensed some abnormality. He Zhizhou heard the female voice in his mind hesitantly say: "This is——"
There was a moment of stagnation, and even the wind disappeared.
The sudden change came without warning.
A huge buzzing sound spread out from the center of the thunder formation, and dazzling white light, like a devastating explosion, burst out one after another from the young man's sword that was engulfed by the lightning.
The figure that was about to disappear suddenly showed a dark outline.
A giant sword condensed from white light appeared beside Pei Ji, piercing through the dark blue lightning without hesitation.
Then there were layers of fast light, and more and more sword shadows surrounded him, forming a large formation emerging from all directions, which was unstoppable.
Like a bird in a cage that has broken free from its imprisonment, it used its wings to break free from the layers of restraints. The sword energy launched a counterattack in an instant, and the lightning that originally had an absolute advantage -
He Zhizhou was so shocked that he was speechless.
The sixth level of thunder that came from the sky... was pierced by several giant swords one by one, and began to retreat irreversibly!
"Thousand Light Sword Formation."
Whetstone snorted coldly: "It seems that the old guy has woken up."
No one can stop the six-fold thunder.
But if it is an ancient sword spirit that has been sealed for years and contains infinite sword energy and spiritual power.
The ending is another matter.
In the sword formation, Pei Ji tightly grasped the hilt of the sword with trembling fingertips.
A strange figure emerged from his sea of consciousness, bringing with him an endless supply of sharp sword energy. At the same time, he heard a voice that was all too familiar.
"Pei Ji."
Chengying spoke seriously, his powerful voice like a bell: "Now!"
Right now——!
A thousand lights array rose up, and sword energy surged like a tide, transforming into a long white dragon that wanted to devour everything.
The air currents were shaking, the sand and rocks were shaking wildly, and the unprecedented sword force was like flying snow. With just a cracked sword, it was above the thunder...
A hideous gap was created.
The white light was so bright that no one could open their eyes.
Even the whetstone was stunned for a while as the mountain shook and the ground swayed. Finally, it spoke in a deep voice with surprise.
"The thunder in the sky... broke."
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Ningning walked alone in the snow-white space.
Just like the last dream, what she saw before her eyes was still endless white. She walked forward step by step, and more and more images appeared beside her like projections.
A girl who looked exactly like her was lying in the middle of the desert, covered in blood and without any breath; under the chaotic sword shadows, the desert's demonic tide was unstoppable; the girl exuded a strong demonic aura, her eyes were bloodshot, and she stood among several demon cultivators.
She finally understood where this place was.
This is the memory of the original owner, buried deep within the sea of consciousness of this body.
Ningning looked around and saw a thin white rope hanging from the ceiling of this deep and endless corridor.
At the end of the long rope, there was a piece of paper tied.
She felt something in her heart, and pressed the note down lightly with her fingertips, and saw the words on it.
[I am dead.
It's hard to accept the fact that I'm dead.
The evil cultivator wanted to lead Pei Ji into becoming a demon, so he used the most despicable method of framing him and created the illusion that Pei Ji was killing his fellow disciples.
I am the fellow disciple who was brutally murdered.
I'm so angry! I'm so angry! It’s obviously Pei Ji’s fault! That bastard of impure blood! I want to kill him and that group of disgusting demon cultivators!
They would never have imagined that I found a treasure in the depths of the desert.
If I were to live again, I would avenge my past humiliation and make those bastards pay the price.
This is my first backtrack.
In order to prevent yourself from forgetting the past, record it well in your mind. ］
[First retrospection.
The suppression of Pei Ji became even more severe.
I feel annoyed when I see his dead face. Besides my master, no one is willing to stand on his side.
The trajectory of everything is not much different from the previous cycle.
Pei Ji caused the ancient trees in the ancient forest to become possessed by demons, and became the target of criticism among the disciples of the major sects, and was ignored and laughed at by everyone;
After many days of investigation, the master sensed a very subtle demonic aura at the entrance of Xiaochong Mountain, so he led several disciples to the Liangyi Microdust Formation to find out the truth about the demon clan.
The desert is full of dangers. I learned from the last lesson and never acted alone from beginning to end. I stayed by my master's side with great caution.
In the end, he died in a fight with the evil cultivators.
I don't accept it. I don't accept it.
Why am I the one who dies every time? ］
Because the author tried too hard, the last few lines were so sloppy that the ink blurred into a blurry mass.
Ningning continued walking forward and soon saw the second piece of paper.
[Second retrospection.
I spent the previous days in a daze, and then the time came for the master to lead his disciples to Tianhe.
I claimed to be ill and did not go.
Shouldn't have died.
How can he die after all this?
However, a poison arrow passed through the window and pierced straight into my heart.
The evil cultivators wanted an excuse to frame Pei Ji, and since I was alone in Xuanxu, I naturally became their target.
Tsk. ］
Then came the countless pieces of paper that followed.
The thin white papers hung in the air along the long rope, and the distance between them became shorter and shorter. At first glance, they looked like sparsely gathered butterflies.
[Third retrospection.
The secret manual strictly prohibits telling others about time travel.
I couldn't tell this to my master, so I could only use a guessing tone to vaguely reveal the evil cultivator's tricks to him.
He followed my advice and decided to slow down his journey to the desert and discuss matters with other sects first.
So I was killed by the evil cultivator again.
The reason was that it disrupted their situation. ］
[The fourth retrospection.
I think I understand.
This dead end is my destined fate, which comes from the evil deeds I have done in the past. No matter how you escape, you will die on the night of the fourteenth.
Heaven will try every possible means to put me to death.
How could I possibly accept this? Could it be that even with all my efforts, I still couldn’t defeat the simple word “fate”?
I decided to fight it to the end.
…
This time he died from being obsessed with sword practice.
God damn, old dog, go to hell! ］
Then came a series of disgusting national insults.
As well as increasingly sloppy handwriting and bizarre causes of death.
[Forty-fourth time.
He has died forty-four times.
I'm going crazy.
Reincarnation over and over again, but the result is always failure. Fate - what the hell is fate?
Every day I dream about the moment when I died, and when I wake up I am covered in cold sweat.
There is no one to talk to about this fear. The past is dark and the future is unclear.
I no longer have any emotions left towards Pei Ji.
Why did I have to be so hard on him back then? Those childish tricks seem ridiculous now.
In his eyes, I must be very pitiful.
He does evil things every day, has no one to be close to, and is not liked by anyone. He wants to get more attention, but his evil deeds are always exposed and what he wants goes against his will.
...It's really pitiful.
Since the right way doesn't work, try another way.
It is really hard to repeat death again and again. If I fail again this time, I might as well give up.
I deliberately harmed Pei Ji and left clues behind, and sure enough, I was found by other disciples.
It is a big taboo for fellow disciples to kill each other.
I made a loud noise in the Law Enforcement Hall without regard for etiquette, which deepened the conflict step by step. Finally, I made up my mind and broke off completely with my master.
Master is very sad.
sorry.
Having a vicious heart and betraying my master is a very reasonable excuse. After I became a demon, I took refuge in the demon realm.
The ruler of the Demon Realm is named Huo Qiao, and he is only a few years older than me.
He is a very strange person, with a harmless baby face, looking innocent and naive, without any of the evil and domineering aura that a demon should have.
Huo Qiao has been living in the blocked Demon Realm ever since he could remember.
Because of his bloodline, he became the lord at a young age. Huo Qiao knew very little about that war. All he faced every day was endless yellow sand and people of low cultivation.
He told me very seriously that he wanted to take everyone out of the Demon Realm and see more and more distant places.
I thought at the time, huh.
Although I died before him every time, the method of retracing back required the condensation of the surrounding spiritual energy, which would cause a short delay.
When my soul floated in the air, I could see his body most of the time.
There was a time when the little devil had never succeeded.
He is an unlucky fellow like me.
But of course I won't tell him this ending.
All I could do was take a piece of paper and a pen and sketch for him some rough sketches of the scenery around the world. Huo Qiao listened seriously, holding his chin with his right hand and smiling from time to time.
He looks pretty good when he smiles.
Then it was fourteen again.
Just like countless reincarnations before, the demons set up a maze as a trap, waiting for Pei Ji to jump in.
Before the battle, Huo Qiao mysteriously took me out of the camp and came to a sand dune with a wide view.
I had never noticed that on this night, the wind and sand disappeared completely and the moon was so bright.
"Look, that's the fourteenth moon."
Huo Qiao said to me while sitting on a sand dune: "Every time I see it, I think that tomorrow will be the full moon - as long as I hold on for one more day, I will see the hope of perfection."
The moon is so beautiful, but for some reason, I always feel sore in my throat and eyes.
"How wonderful."
Huo Qiao raised his head, paused for a while, and suddenly turned to look at me.
I will never forget how he smiled shyly and gently as he told me, "We still have hope for tomorrow."
Hope for tomorrow.
My expression must have been very stupid at that time. I don't know why I shed tears.
Huo Qiao tried to comfort me clumsily and accidentally touched my face, causing his ears to turn red.
However, the demons still failed.
When my master saw that I had fallen into the devil’s way, he wanted to kill me with a sword. When the sword flashed, someone stood in front of me.
Huo Qiao told me to run quickly.
He told me that there was a secret passage under the sand cave that led directly to the other side of the desert.
In the forty-fourth reincarnation, destinies diverged.
Huo Qiao died before me.
I survived.
…
…
I should have laughed.
But why... tears are flowing. ］
[Forty-fifth recap.
He opened his eyes again in the bedroom of Xuanxu Sword Sect.
If I had known that I would commit suicide, I would have been furious.
After so many cycles of life and death, it seems like death has become a habit.
The obsession to survive and the love and hate caused by jealousy have long been worn away by time. Perhaps what I want is not to survive, but to fight against fate.
But it's different now.
Be it the laws of nature or life and death, none of that matters.
I want to save him.
Both Huo Qiao and I will die, but I will die before him.
Only by surviving can you help him at the final moment.
——But how can I survive? ］
The notes that followed became increasingly confusing, and some even forgot to indicate the number of reincarnations.
[Tried to stop the demons from breaking through the formation, failed. ］
[The assassination attempt on Pei Ji failed. ］
[Attempt to force Huo Qiao to faint failed. ］
…
[I want to die. It’s so painful. Living is torture. I always have nightmares after falling asleep.
Just give up.
But he hasn't been rescued yet. ］
[I saw Huo Qiao from a distance.
I deliberately passed him by without saying a word.
He didn't recognize me at all.
...After all, in this reincarnation, we are strangers who have never met each other.
I'm afraid there's no way I can make him like me again.
Now I am gloomy, sensitive and suspicious, becoming more and more annoying.
Even I can't like it. ］
[The 190th recap.
In a grocery store in Luancheng, I learned the art of replacing one's life.
If I let someone else bear the inevitable fate of death on my behalf, would I be able to survive? ］
[The 198th recap.
After searching for so many reincarnations, I finally found the remaining pages of the life-replacing technique in the Demon Realm.
What we need to do next is to study it carefully and...
Find a suitable reason to let that person follow my previous cause and effect, step by step, to change the world and fate. ］
[Backtrack 201st.
While chatting with He Zhizhou, I accidentally learned about the existence of the system.
System - What is a system? ］
The word "system" was highlighted with a mark.
So that's how it is.
Therefore, in her mind, the original "Ningning" exists in a systematic way.
Ningning's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the chaotic fragments in her mind slowly gathered together, forming increasingly clear lines.
[The two hundred and second time, starting to approach He Zhizhou.
Learn about the "grindstone system" and the so-called "time travel".
Perhaps we can try to use the "system" to create an illusion that seems reasonable... ?
Then let’s put it in the form of a storybook.
First, implant the story into the body's sea of consciousness to influence that person's memory, making her think that she has read books related to it.
Then tell that person that everything that happens in the future is the plot in the storybook, and she needs to play one of the roles to make the story go smoothly.
main character……
The protagonist is Pei Ji.
He was born in a humble family, had experienced a lot of hardships, had a gloomy personality, had no friends or close relatives, and seemed to be hurt at all times and in all places.
No, it can’t be written like this. It doesn’t sound like a story in a vernacular novel at all.
Well, he always finds treasures from heaven and earth by accident, and is surrounded by countless confidantes, but he is not tempted at all. He exorcises demons along the way, which makes many elders amazed...
Let’s change the story to this.
As for the role that replaced me——
ha.
The role of the vicious female supporting character couldn't be more appropriate. ］
Ningning had wondered countless times how she could have the patience to finish reading such a large book. She had no interest in the cool stories about defeating monsters and leveling up all the way.
It turns out that the novel was a complete lie from the very beginning.
There is no smooth plot all the way. Pei Ji has always been alone due to the controversy and exclusion caused by his bloodline. Whenever he faces danger, he risks his life.
This is his true story in countless reincarnations.
Ningning always felt uncomfortable.
[No. 203.
The plan took shape.
Use the method of backtracking to reverse time and space, and use the art of replacing lives to summon the most suitable wandering soul in the three thousand worlds.
Let her take my place and bear the fate of death.
Please, make it work this time.
Let me survive.
We must save him.
By all means. ］
But Huo Qiao still died.
This time, he even died before Ningning.
The note stopped here.
At the end of everything, Ningning saw a vague shadow.
The light white mist softly outlined a figure that was almost identical to hers. The person stared at her intently, with no discernible expression or emotion.
The figure of that person was gradually disappearing.
"Then what?"
Ning Ning couldn't feel any other emotions. She stood in the corner opposite her, her tone was so calm that even she herself was surprised: "If the doom is escaped...what will I do?"
The other party did not answer. A breeze passed through the vast sea of consciousness.
What was blown to her hand by the wind was also a piece of white paper.
On it, someone wrote with great effort, stroke by stroke:
[The art of replacing one’s life, one death and one life.
If the person who takes the life of another person offsets the cause and effect and understands the death calamity, the person who casts the spell will be severely punished by heaven, fall into the endless hell, and suffer the consequences of the evil cause. ］
This is her last chance.
Regardless of success or failure, these hundreds of causes and effects and reincarnations will come to an end today.
"So you wanted to save him." Ning Ning looked at the note and said softly, "But Huo Qiao now is actually different from the one before, isn't he?"
Good and evil, monks and demons, the two reincarnations are clearly two completely different stories.
That Huo Qiao would never look at her with the eyes of a stranger, would never pronounce her name in an awkward tone, and would never use her death as a bargaining chip to lead Pei Ji into evil.
She did so much for him, enduring the painful cycle of reincarnation and death day after day, but Huo Qiao never knew.
To him, "Ningning" was just an insignificant stranger. There would be no possibility of any intersection between them, either in the past or in the future.
It's sad to think about it. She reincarnated again and again and met one Huo Qiao after another, but the man who sat with her on the treetop to watch the moon had actually died at the beginning.
No matter when they meet again, Huo Qiao will never know that the distant moon has been hanging in the girl's heart hundreds of years ago.
The moon that belongs to the fourteenth day, and the "hope of tomorrow" that she is constantly pursuing.
"What a pity that you didn't die."
Bai Ying smiled, and his figure gradually disappeared. Ning Ning heard the same voice as hers: "Don't expect me to apologize or anything... I get angry when I see your face. I'm so unwilling to accept this. I was so close to success."
"You caused Pei Ji to suffer such a serious injury, so don't expect me to forgive you."
Ning Ning held the note in her palm, and said coldly, "Are you leaving soon?"
The white shadow looked at her quietly.
"Isn't it all written in there? It's about the suffering of endless purgatory. Huo Qiao once said that the winners are the kings and the losers are the bandits. If you are willing to accept the loss, you have to accept the loss. It should be like this."
She seemed to smile again: "Let's go."
In the boundless and deep ocean sea of consciousness, as the last words fell, the last shadow also disappeared.
Ning Ning couldn't explain the emotion in her heart, and responded lightly: "Yeah."
The evening breeze blows gently.
The first ray of morning sun pierced the sky, and in the endless wind and sand, the moon on the fourteenth day fell silently.
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