Chapter 112 Five Hundred Years Later, I Feel Extremely Joy for No Reason
The siege lasted for more than a month.
Finally, Xie Xiyi was trapped in a vast dense forest, with no way to retreat.
All the cultivators of the Mo family in Wanqiongzhou were dispatched. In addition to an ancestor who was transcending the tribulation, there were three Mahayana cultivators, several in the fusion stage, and more in the Nascent Soul stage. There were also some in the Golden Core stage, but not many.
The Tribulation Patriarch spoke, his voice imbued with overwhelming spiritual pressure, "Xuan Ji, your ability to escape for over a month has already impressed me. Now that you have nowhere to retreat, I advise you to surrender."
The cultivator in the Tribulation Crossing Stage already had the potential to become a semi-immortal. Once he used his spiritual pressure, all the ordinary beasts in the vast dense forest had their heads exploded and died, and most of the demon beasts were also killed or injured.
Xie Xiyi remained silent. The Tribulation Patriarch snorted coldly and said, "If you don't accept my offer, you'll have to pay the price. There's no need to show mercy. Everyone, capture Xuan Ji alive!"
The old man Dujie did not take action this time. He brought many people with him and would definitely be able to capture Xuan Ji alive. If he took action and crushed Xuan Ji to death without any mercy, that would be bad.
The posture of the Tribulation Patriarch, who could command the support of hundreds, was enough to scare any Nascent Soul cultivator or even a Mahayana cultivator, but Xie Xiyi remained motionless.
If they hadn't used the forbidden technique that could deduce, they would probably have suspected whether Xuan Ji was hiding here.
The numerous monks in the sky transformed into bright streams of light and attacked the dense forest.
The huge thousand-year-old trees were reduced to dust, large areas of land turned into burnt yellow, and were directly blasted a thousand meters underground.
"Xuan Ji is there!" Someone discovered Xie Xiyi's figure. He was quickly running between the ancient trees, his green robe fluttering. Although he was running for his life, he had a leisurely and free feeling.
This made many Nascent Soul cultivators feel strange, as if this person was not running away at all.
But if he is not running for his life, could he be on a picnic?
I heard that Xuan Ji Fansu's real identity is the prince of the royal family. No wonder he still puts on such aristocratic airs even when death is imminent.
"Xuan Ji has gone to the Youshi direction!" Someone corrected the direction, "Set up the formation, be careful not to let him escape!"
The endless dense forest was blasted into pits by these monks.
But Xuan Ji did not fight back this time, but kept running away.
A Nascent Soul cultivator was puzzled and raised a question, but was quickly scolded by a Mahayana cultivator, "Why bother with his intentions? It's just a trapped beast fighting."
However, a Jindan realm cultivator discovered something unusual. The direction of Xuan Ji's escape seemed to be very regular.
No, that's not right. The Jindan cultivator thought to himself: The directions he fled to are all death gates, shock gates, and injury gates. Don't Buddhist cultivators all learn some deduction techniques? Why would he flee to such a dangerous direction?
He was full of doubts, but he did not say them out loud. In the world of cultivation, seniority is the most important thing. Even among fellow cultivators, he, a Jindan cultivator, proposed something that the elders in the Yuanying, Fusion, and Mahayana stages had not noticed. Not only would he not be praised, but he would be scolded. In serious cases, his cultivation resources would be reduced.
In this situation, he could only keep his doubts in his heart.
The siege lasted until midnight. The bright moon was above the clouds in the sky, but the surrounding darkness was illuminated by the flashes of the monks' magic, making it look like half of the sky was bright.
This large area of dense forest has been destroyed.
Xie Xiyi finally stopped and stopped at a cleared space.
Even though he had been hunted for a month or so, he hadn't changed much. He still stood tall and straight, with a calm expression.
"Xuan Ji, it's still not too late for you to surrender now." said a Mahayana cultivator.
Xie Xiyi had no desire to speak to them, but raised his sword. Although it was night, the moonlight and the afterglow of magic made the land exceptionally bright, and his handsome face was clearly visible to everyone.
"It's useless, Xuanji. You're alone, and we have so many of you." The Mahayana cultivator was the one he had fought with before. "Surrender."
Xie Xiyi twitched the corners of his lips, but did not speak. Instead, he raised his sword, pointed it at the ground, and launched a full and round attack with spiritual power.
"What is he doing?" a monk asked in confusion.
The earth shook and a crack appeared in the ground, and under Xie Xiyi's powerful spiritual power, the crack was still expanding.
The old ancestor Dujie immediately noticed something was wrong, "No, quickly capture Xuan Ji!"
It was too late. The ancestor of the Tribulation Sect directly activated his magic and teleported to Xie Xiyi's side in half a breath. A big hand was about to capture Xie Xiyi.
Xie Xiyi didn't hesitate at all, turned around and jumped directly into the crack in the ground.
Everyone was stunned. “How could he come up with such an outrageous way to escape?”
"No, do you think he's stupid?" Anger flashed across the face of the Tribulation Patriarch. "Come and see what this is!"
The monks landed on the edge of the still-expanding fissure in the ground. As soon as they got close, they felt the biting cold air. Even those in the Mahayana stage could still feel the icy chill.
"Is it the Nine Nether Dark River???" someone asked in surprise.
"The Jiuyou underground river actually connects to this place. This... that Xuan Ji jumped down and was seeking his own death. Why bother?"
"No, it is said that this Xuan Ji has already cultivated the Buddha's bones and will not die in the short term."
"What should we do now? We went through so much trouble and lost many disciples, and in the end, he escaped."
The Mo family's obsession with Xie Xiyi is not only because of his familiarity with forbidden spells and the lack of side effects, but also because of his bloodline and bones.
They need to use Xuan Ji to verify what Qing Xuan said, and only after they are sure that there is profit to be made will they take action against the family behind him.
As a result, Xuan Ji has escaped.
The Tribulation Patriarch stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the dark river that continuously emitted the aura of death from the underworld with a mysterious expression. He said, "This is the first time I've been fooled by a young brat."
This place was obviously the escape spot carefully chosen by Xuan Ji. Even his constant escape before was just to lure them to attack so as to determine the location of the dark river.
However, he was very confused. Why did Xuan Ji think he could escape from the dark river? Just with the Buddha's bones?
That would be too arrogant.
Or maybe... it's a forbidden technique?
A startling dark light flashed in the eyes of the Tribulation Patriarch. "Seal this place and send people to guard it. Xuan Ji is definitely not dead. No matter how long it takes, we must catch him."
"yes!"
*
Xie Xiyi fell into endless darkness.
Jiuyou's humorous deathly aura continued to erode his body, but was dispelled by the light emitted by the Buddha's bones.
When Xie Xiyi sealed his mouth and nose and was about to seal his five senses, he saw a snow-white fox monster falling into the underground river. It was struggling hard in the underground river and would be completely killed in less than a quarter of an hour.
Xie Xiyi paused slightly, stretched out his hand, and sucked it into his palm with the surging spiritual power.
"Ahhh!" screamed the fox.
Xie Xiyi raised the corners of his lips and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I won't kill you."
The monster understood what he said, opened its eyes to look at him, and rubbed its wet nose against his hand.
Xie Xiyi used the lotus and spiritual power to mix into a bubble, wrapped it inside, and slowly sent it to the top of the gap.
After sensing that the fox monster had left a gap, he took out the Buddhist artifact, and the last bit of space was filled.
Xie Xiyi coughed, a blush spreading across his cold, pale face. "It seems like it's a monster with great potential."
No wonder he could survive under the spiritual pressure of the monk who was undergoing tribulation.
Xie Xiyi was not forced into a desperate situation. Coming to this Nine Nether Dark River was his plan.
Forbidden spells prefer dark and evil places. In this case, if the environment, the authentic Buddhist objects, the ink for writing forbidden spells, and the devil's heart are all present, the chances of success should be greatly increased.
As for him...
As long as the time curse succeeds, he can go back to the past and save Chi Yu and Xiao Qiu. Chi Yu and Xiao Qiu will die, and the fact that Xuan Ji betrayed Buddhism will no longer exist.
Therefore, even if he is now affected by the death energy of the Netherworld and the foundation of his realm is greatly damaged, it does not matter, as this fact will eventually be erased.
Xie Xiyi had learned the forbidden spell runes of time, and was also well aware of the limitations of this forbidden spell -
The past can be changed, but at the same time it also erases the future before the past is changed.
As the senior brother Xuan Ji who had betrayed Buddhism after the deaths of Chi Yu and Xiao Qiu, he was naturally also within the scope of being wiped out.
But it doesn’t matter. These are all external appearances. Mountains are mountains and water is water. Don’t project your own knowledge and memory onto things. The Xuan Ji who is still in seclusion in the infinite secret realm is still himself.
To trace back to the source, it was nothing more than Xuan Ji losing the memory of losing Chi Yu and Xiao Qiu, and reaching the other side of happiness.
Xie Xiyi didn't mind this at all. He was even glad that the forbidden spell had such limitations that he would no longer have the memory of Chi Yu's death.
He collected his thoughts, holding the Buddhist beads in one hand and writing forbidden spells with ink in the other.
The deathly aura of the underworld has been invading his body, but Xie Xiyi ignored it. Mixing a little bit of the underworld aura into his spiritual power can make his compatibility with the ink higher.
Once, failed.
Twice, failed.
Three times, failed.
…
Xie Xiyi had expected this and he was not discouraged.
The Buddha's bones can resist the death energy of the Netherworld, and the inner cultivation can also resist the death energy of the Netherworld. He can stay here for a year, and during this year, he can always write out the forbidden spell.
Time flies, and a year later.
All of Xie Xiyi's attempts failed.
His face, which was always calm and composed, inevitably had a bit of madness at this moment.
Why? Why on earth?
The longer the time drags on, the smaller the probability of successfully writing the forbidden spell - the price to pay for going back a few months and going back a year are definitely not of the same order of magnitude.
But, it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter. He can sacrifice his devilish heart and innate realm, and it doesn’t matter if it will manifest to Xuan Ji who is still in seclusion in the Infinite Secret Realm. It’s all him, and he will never have any doubts about it.
But although he had made preparations in this regard, he was still unable to write the forbidden spell.
What went wrong?
Time...is too late.
The light of Xie Xiyi's Buddha bones was dim, his inner cultivation was gone, his body was soaked in the death energy of the underworld, his meridians and flesh were riddled with holes, he was not a cripple, but he was worse than a cripple.
The bubble maintained by spiritual power showed signs of bursting.
Xie Xiyi stretched out his fingers, drew the ink again, and wrote the forbidden spell——
At this moment, his blood began to boil.
Xie Xiyi's golden eyes revealed an expression of astonishment. The special bloodline of the Xie family allowed him to obtain some information in an instant.
...something happened.
Xie Xiyi heard the sobbing, screaming, chaos and explosion of spiritual power coming from his blood.
The blood was boiling like never before. They were calling, asking for help, feeling confused, hating, and speaking.
He spat out bright red blood, and the last bit of his sanity disappeared under such an impact. His golden eyes instantly turned dark, and a faint mist emerged from his body.
Xie Xiyi was trembling all over. The fog became thicker and thicker, filling the entire bubble and wrapping him up.
I don’t know how long it took, but a hand stretched out from the bubble and once again drew ink to write a forbidden spell, but this time, it was no longer a forbidden spell about time.
But it is a more profound and complicated forbidden spell.
Since there wasn't enough ink, he would use blood from his heart to make up for it. After who knows how many years, he finally finished writing this forbidden spell.
This forbidden spell actually worked.
The moment it was finished writing, the forbidden spell emitted a brilliant light.
A jade-white hand covered in blood, holding a beating heart, stretched out from the black fog and threw it into the forbidden spell. The light did not diminish at all. The hand then took out half a poison sac, a jade seal, and a pair of golden beads and threw them into the forbidden spell. The light of the forbidden spell dimmed a lot, but it was still not enough.
The hand continued to take things from the wide sleeves, pulling out many precious methods and cultivation techniques, and throwing in top-grade spirit stones, and then took out a jade crown and a ring.
The hand slightly tightened its fingers, pinched the beautiful jade crown and ring, and after a long time, put them back into the wide sleeves.
Next came many objects made by demons, but none of them were thrown into the forbidden spell by the hands. Each time they were taken out, they were put back after a long time.
In the end, he could only stretch out his hand and draw a lot of Netherworld River water from the dark river under the bubbles and inject it into the forbidden spell.
The light of the forbidden spell was completely extinguished, turning into a rune emitting a faint dark light.
The rune sank into the surging black mist.
The bubble burst with a gentle "pop".
But the person in the bubble did not fall into the dark river.
The black fog gradually dissipated, revealing what was inside: a huge black cocoon emitting an ominous aura.
The black cocoon floated in the dark river, flowing forward with the ripples of the water.
This went on year after year, until finally at some point the black cocoon broke.
A hand as white as jade stretched out from the gap.
The black cocoon split open, revealing two people inside.
One was lying in a black cocoon with a calm expression, while the other was taller with a face covered with black lines.
The taller man tilted his head slightly and looked at the lying man. He quickly understood the situation and laughed softly. He stretched out his hand, and the black mist naturally swirled between his fingers, and then fell on the lying man. He pulled a white spine out of the man.
"This could be a very good sword," the man said softly, his voice cheerful.
The black mist swallowed the man, leaving behind a red hair tie with a golden bell at the end. The man reached out, and the black mist picked up the golden bell and placed it in his palm. However, the moment it touched, the bell turned into powder and dissipated into the air.
"No..." His beautiful phoenix eyes, which were no longer golden, widened slightly. The black mist instantly sensed his intention and wrapped his hands with the black mist. A tiny rune was imprinted on the end of the still "burning" hair rope, stopping the "fire".
He held the hair rope tightly, as if he was holding the most important thing in his life.
The man lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the red hair tie for a long time. Suddenly, he found a drop of liquid falling from his cheek.
Confused, he reached out his hand, scooped up the crystal-clear liquid and took a look. There was nothing strange about it. He shook off the drop of liquid and carelessly threw the red rope into the black mist. "Where is this?" he muttered to himself in a pleasant voice.
He looked around with great interest and soon discovered that except for the black cocoon containing him, the surroundings were all pitch black.
He learned how to use the black mist without any instruction. The black mist suddenly expanded around him and turned into a thin rope extending upwards.
After an unknown amount of time, the black fog retreated.
The man's eyes revealed excitement, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, revealing an ambiguous smile, "It seems that I am a prisoner."
Who locked him up?
No, he was not curious about this matter, he only cared about it, he was thirsty for blood, thirsty for battle, thirsty for destruction.
The man held up the white spine that he had pulled out of his own body.
He naturally felt uncomfortable with this thing. The man could sense a deep connection between him and it, so he gently stroked it with his black-gloved fingers, as if cherishing it. "From now on, you will be called Phantom Lightning."
I should have a sword called Phantom Lightning, he thought with joy.
*
A few days later, after killing a group of immortal disciples, the man noticed that one of them used a magical weapon to protect his soul, so he happily hid his body and waited in the same place.
From a distance, he saw a ragged young man walking towards him with a cane.
Something seemed to be beating violently inside my body—
Not only the body, but also the phantom electricity in the hand was vibrating and buzzing. The fingers felt the pulling of the phantom electricity, as if it wanted to rush towards the mortal.
"No," the man whispered softly, "I'm a man of principle. I don't kill mortals."
What is beating inside his body?
He watched the young man approach. He was a handsome boy with delicate features. Even for a mortal, his posture was surprisingly upright.
The phantom electricity was still humming violently, and the man could sense its unreasonable urgency. "No, ants have the right to survive too."
He tried to persuade his sword so earnestly, but the sword didn't understand his intentions and continued to hum, making him irritated.
What made him even more irritated was that something inside his body seemed to be heating up and beating.
So, he followed them for a few days, and finally appeared before them on a bright moonlit night.
"Can you give me your earrings?"
"That's my prey."
He looked at the boy's bright face, and the things in his body seemed to be hotter, burning hot, making him extremely happy for no reason.
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