Chapter 244 Time Reversal
Ying Wujiu meditated for a hundred years before he cultivated this Red Lotus Illusion, with blazing flames that could melt bones, comparable to hell. Unless he died, the illusion would never dissipate. Those who had nothing to do with what happened back then were isolated outside, some fled, some scattered, leaving only a mess on the martial arts stage.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciples of the immortal sect who were waiting at the foot of the mountain immediately rushed to Feijue Peak for support. However, with Tang Su as an undercover agent, they were caught off guard by the demon cultivators who had been lying in ambush there long ago. The five guardians of corpse, water, drought, wind and thunder led them to kill them one after another.
Seeing this, Tan Yue knew that all of this was a trap set by Ying Wujiu. His usually gentle eyes were now bloodshot under the light of the fire, revealing something terrifying:
"Ying Wujiu, do you really think I can't kill you?!"
"If you could kill me, you would have done it back then. The fact that I am still alive today proves that you couldn't kill me."
Ying Wujiu's voice was sarcastic, with murderous intent in his eyes. He raised his sword in the flames, and the bone sword seemed to have come to life as it stabbed towards Tan Yue with the force of thunder. At the same time, the spiritual power in his body surged, and thousands of red threads were produced to bind Tan Yue's limbs. He was willing to take the other's life at the cost of burning his essence and blood.
Veins popped up on Tan Yue's forehead, and he was unable to escape for a moment. He watched helplessly as the bone sword stabbed at him, and immediately summoned his sword to block it, but it was cut off by Ying Wujiu's long sword. Tan Yue shouted in desperation, and a bloody soul flew out of his arm and hit the bone sword heavily:
"Bang--!"
The soul was blown away instantly, and the white bone sword was cut off by an inch, but its power did not decrease, and it still stabbed towards Tan Yue.
"Bang--!"
Another piece of soul flew out of the donor's body, and the bone sword cut off another inch!
It should be noted that Tan Yue had already integrated his soul into his body long ago, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to make such a huge improvement in his cultivation over the past hundred years and directly leap into the Half-Step Golden Immortal Realm. Now, in order to block Ying Wujiu's natal soul sword, he actually tore his soul apart from his flesh and blood. It is conceivable how much damage he had done to his vitality.
Ying Wujiu was not in a much better condition. He let out a muffled groan and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth. The White Bone Sword was tied to his life. As long as the sword was alive, he would be alive. If the sword was dead, he would die too. Now the sword had been broken in half and his soul had also been severely damaged. It all depended on who would be the last to survive.
Tan Yue's eyes were bloodshot, and he summoned a piece of his heart to attack. There was a loud bang, and the white bone sword was cut off another inch, leaving only the last half of the bone, which was only half a step away from Tan Yue's throat.
A low laugh escaped from Ying Wujiu's throat, a lingering gloom in his eyes, and a calm tone filled with suppressed madness: "Tanyue, you still have the last bit of your soul left. What do you think? Do you still dare to use it?!"
Tan Yue's eyes were red, showing signs of being possessed. His hair was cracked and flying, looking horrible: "Fu Guang!! Why do you always haunt me? Do you have to be my stepping stone? It was like this with Yin Chan seven hundred years ago, and it will still be like this seven hundred years later! Even if I die today, I will drag you with me to bear the brunt of my death!!!"
He roared as he stopped talking. The spiritual power in his body suddenly surged. He actually broke free from the red string that Ying Wujiu had condensed with his blood and essence. He used his hands as claws to dig at Ying Wujiu's heart fiercely.
That is the other person's soul!
He didn't know why, but in response to Wujiu's soul, which was filled with shocking desire, his eyes lit up astonishingly.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Lu Yan immediately flew up. He attacked from behind and hit Tan Yue on the back, intending to take his life. However, at this moment, a golden light suddenly flashed above Tan Yue's head and blew him away. Lu Yan fell heavily to the ground and was actually backfired by the luck of heaven. He spat out a mouthful of blood!
"Lu Yan!"
"Lu Yan!!"
Two voices sounded at the same time, one from Xi Nian and the other from Ying Wujiu, and both voices could not conceal shock.
Xi Nian even forgot to hide his identity in a hurry: "You are crazy! I said that he is protected by the destiny of heaven, and anyone who hurts him will be retaliated against!!"
Lu Yan wiped the blood off his mouth expressionlessly and sneered: "What destiny? It's just mortals. If he is so powerful, why hasn't he ascended to become an immortal?!"
Tan Yue is bound to be killed!
In a flash, Lu Yan gathered his strength again and struck Tan Yue on the back again. Unfortunately, Tan Yue was competing with Ying Wujiu in palm power and could not withdraw his hand for the moment. He could only watch Lu Yan suck away the only piece of soul left in his body.
Tan Yue looked horrified: "It's you!!"
The person who stole the soul that night was not Ying Wujiu, but a disciple of the great elder Nan Tuo? !
Lu Yan was slowly peeling his soul away from Tan Yue. He endured the golden light on his head and swallowed the sweet taste in his throat with difficulty. He said word by word: "It doesn't matter if it was me or someone else, today is the day you die!"
Ying Wujiu had long warned Lu Yan not to come out, but he did not expect that he not only came out, but even sneaked into the Red Lotus Illusion. His bloodshot eyes, blinded by hatred, finally regained some rationality. He made a palm-contact with Tan Yue with one hand, and with the other hand he forcibly opened an exit from the illusion. Veins bulged on his forehead, and he growled through gritted teeth:
"Lu Yan, get out!"
No matter who survives between him and Tan Yue today, the inevitable end is that his tendons and veins will be broken and his cultivation will be destroyed. Ying Wujiu has already made preparations to die together. This Red Lotus Illusion was nurtured by him with all his essence and blood. It is extremely domineering. Once it starts to work, even he himself may not be able to open it. If Lu Yan doesn't leave now, he will really be unable to get out.
In the Honglian illusion, karmic fire was raging, and everything in sight was scarlet. The ray of light that broke through was like the last life-saving straw in the eyes of the world. Everyone was scrambling to run out, but they were burned by the raging fire shot out by Ying Wujiu, and rolled on the ground in pain.
Lu Yan did not withdraw his hand, still struggling to remove the last piece of soul from Tan Yue's body. The temperature around him was scorching, and even the air was distorted. He looked at Ying Wujiu across the flames, his clothes were already wet with sweat, and gritted his teeth and said:
"Let's go out together!"
He was confident that if he killed Tan Yue and revealed the truth to the world, Ying Wujiu could still be the Lord of the Demon Realm after he got out, and he wouldn't have to die here.
Why do you want to die here?
Why die here?
Isn't life the most important thing to humans? Why did Ying Wujiu insist on dying together with his donor?
However, Ying Wujiu did not say a word, but just looked deeply at Lu Yan. His ink-black hair swayed in the firelight without wind. His originally cold and flawless face suddenly became distorted and burned, with magma-like cracks appearing on it. His skin turned eerily pale and his pupils were scarlet. He truly turned into a Shura evil ghost.
This is his true face.
The White Bone Sword Furnace and the seven hundred years of Red Lotus Fire would have destroyed Ying Wujiu beyond all recognition.
Others would feel excruciating pain after staying in the illusion for a short while, but he stayed in such a purgatory for a full seven hundred years. It was a pain and hatred that belonged only to Ying Wujiu. Even if he was lucky enough to have his soul reborn, he would be tormented by the fire poison all the time for the rest of his life, and the pain would penetrate his bones.
What's the point of living a life that lasts only a short while like this?
No one can understand his hatred, not even Lu Yan.
A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Ying Wujiu's mouth. He looked at Lu Yan and smiled miserably, with endless self-mockery and sadness:
“You don’t understand!”
Lu Yan, you don’t understand, my life is not like this!
How glorious it was in the past, how hateful it is now!
Ying Wujiu was already at the end of his strength. Seeing that Lu Yan would not leave, he finally could not hold on any longer. The exit slowly closed, cutting off the last ray of light in the illusion.
This seemed to be some kind of foreshadowing. The red flames in the illusion suddenly rose to more than ten feet high and were so thick that they were almost black. The screams all around became even more miserable, and the sharp sounds rushed into the ears, causing a splitting headache.
Lu Yan got mad and finally tore out the last piece of soul from Tan Yue's body. With an angry roar, Tan Yue suddenly exploded in pain. The spiritual power in his body surged and knocked Lu Yan and Ying Wujiu several meters away, crashing heavily into the surrounding rock walls.
“Boom!!”
The entire illusion shook violently for a moment.
Ying Wujiu suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, his internal organs were shattered, but he took a deep breath, slowly stood up with the help of the rock wall, bent down and picked up the broken bone sword on the ground.
Tan Yue's soul was completely stripped away, his flesh and blood were torn into pieces, and he had turned into a bloody man. He lay on the ground dying, and seeing Ying Wujiu picking up the broken sword, he knew that he had no power to resist, so he closed his eyes and waited for death with a dead heart.
The sword was broken, but still sharp. When it pressed against his throat, it brought a rough pain. Tan Yue couldn't help but open his eyes, but met Ying Wujiu's dark scarlet eyes. His voice was hoarse and broken:
"Why?"
Tan Yue knew what Ying Wujiu was asking, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood with a smile: "For no reason, I just can't stand you being better or stronger than me. There can only be one number one swordsman in the world, so the other must die, it's that simple."
Ying Wujiu stared at him expressionlessly, his tone cold: "I know, it's because of Yinchan."
"If you hadn't used such cunning tricks back then, you would have married her and had children with her by now..."
The last sentence was spoken very softly, but unfortunately Tan Yue could no longer hear it. The bone sword pierced his throat without warning, and blood spurted out instantly. His eyes suddenly widened and he let out a short groan. The light in his eyes gradually dimmed, reflecting Ying Wujiu's blood-stained face.
The donor seemed to want to say something, but he could no longer utter the words.
“Dang—!”
The bone sword fell to the ground, and the remaining sword body finally broke into two pieces.
Ying Wujiu finally ran out of energy, his body swayed, and he fell heavily to the ground. Golden cracks suddenly appeared on his chest, which was a sign that the Golden Immortal was about to collapse.
He looked at his former enemies being burned by the flames in the distance, and saw them crying and screaming. He seemed to have seen something happy, and laughed happily, but he didn't know what he was laughing at. Finally, he saw Lu Yan in the dazzling firelight, and their eyes met in the air, and the curve of his mouth gradually disappeared.
Lu Yan still held the soul that he had peeled off from Tan Yue in his hand. Thanks to his action, Tan Yue lost his life-saving talisman, and Ying Wujiu was able to successfully kill him with the sword.
But Ying Wujiu would rather Lu Yangang had just left this illusion. Now it was too late for him to let the other party escape. He could only be reduced to ashes together with him in this raging fire.
Suddenly, Ying Wujiu remembered something, and his gray red eyes lit up. He stretched out his hand towards Lu and uttered two words with difficulty: "Come here..."
The tone was low, even with an indescribable gentleness.
Lu Yan was startled when he heard this, then he threw his heart aside and staggered over, holding onto the rock wall. He knelt down and held Ying Wujiu in his arms. He shrank at first because of the temperature of his body, then he held him tighter and whispered to him in comfort, "Don't be afraid, I have a way to get you out."
He really has a way.
However, the remaining strength continued to be input into Ying Wujiu's body, but it could not stop his body from becoming increasingly emaciated. The golden cracks became smaller and larger, as if he would turn into powder in the next second.
"I can't get out, Lu Yan..."
He died seven hundred years ago and is now nothing more than a corpse that has been fortunately resurrected.
Ying Wujiu's hand silently covered his chest without anyone noticing. After a brief caress, he suddenly stabbed his fingertips into his flesh and blood, and then forcibly pulled out something that was still warm and bloody.
That is his heart, and inside his heart is a core.
In those days, Ying Wujiu was burned to ashes by the Red Lotus Fire, and his soul was scattered in the mortal world. The most important heart core fell into the White Bone Sword Furnace, and the energy contained in it helped Ying Wujiu to reshape his body, so that he could leave the White Bone Sword Furnace.
But this heart core has become his heart, and is inseparable from it. If it is separated, he will inevitably die.
But it doesn't matter, he was dying anyway.
Ying Wujiu forced the ball of dirt into Lu Yan's hand. This was a horrifying yet irresistible move. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. He forced a smile with great difficulty and whispered in Lu Yan's ear:
"The Red Lotus Illusion is about to collapse... Be obedient... Let's go quickly..."
This soul may be able to save Lu Yan's life, or even help him achieve immortality.
"Take the token I gave you... From now on, the Demon Realm will respect you as the leader..."
This heart should have been bright red, but Ying Wujiu's hatred was too deep, and it had been nourished by the evil spirit in the other's body for seven hundred years, so it was inevitably stained with the hatred and venom of the human world, and it was a cold black and purple color, separated by a layer of warm flesh and blood. Lu Yan could still feel the vigorous energy hidden inside.
Is this the soul?
The spirit he has always wanted to gather?
Now that I finally got it, why can't I be happy at all?
Lu Yan was at a loss for the first time. He hugged Ying Wujiu tightly and said, "You are so careless that you will die."
"Death is a good thing for me, Lu Yan. Now that I know you, these days are not too boring..."
Lu Yan could feel Ying Wujiu's body becoming increasingly ethereal and light, and even his sharp eyes that always contained shocking hatred gradually dimmed. He panicked, and his fingertips glowed with blue light as he madly transferred energy to the opponent. He could not even hear the system's warnings, and finally a hand grabbed his arm tightly -
"Lu Yan, our hearts and souls have been gathered. It's time for us to go."
Xi Nian said in a low voice, clearly disapproving of what Lu Yan was doing: "Just because you have the ability to be immortal doesn't mean you can make others immortal."
"The fate of this character is death."
Role?
This familiar yet unfamiliar title made Lu Yan dazed for a moment. Yes, this was just a world in a book, and Ying Wujiu was just a villain with a tragic fate. Death was his destined destination, so why should he be unwilling?
But Lu Yan was unwilling to give in, extremely unwilling, and that strong emotion kept growing and spreading from the bottom of his heart, threatening to devour him like a monster: "But I..."
He hugged the body tightly in his arms, breathing rapidly: "But I..."
Lu Yan felt the dirt in his hand was burning: "But I haven't unlocked his life, Xi Nian, his story shouldn't be so short, it shouldn't be so confusing!"
Did just that short line of words summarize all of Ying Wujiu's past sufferings?! He didn't even know what happened to him in the past, why did he have such overwhelming hatred?! Everything that was revealed in Tan Yue's life was just the tip of the iceberg, and Lu Yan couldn't fully understand it.
Xi Nian looked at Lu Yan quietly, and finally frowned: "Then what do you want to do?"
He vaguely sensed that something was wrong with his companions. Such dramatic emotional ups and downs should not have happened to them, especially for a fictional character.
"My ability is immortality, and your ability is the reversal of time..."
Under the scorching flames, Lu Yan felt that he was about to turn into ashes. He looked at Xi Nian, his white clothes stained with blood, and said in a hoarse voice, word by word,
"Xinian, take me back seven hundred years to take a look."
“I want to see his life…”
Even just as a spectator.
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