Chapter 247 Fu Guang, you finally became Ying Wujiu
In the depths of winter, the vast sea is frozen over for thousands of miles.
At this time, Tan Yue, as the leader of the world's number one sect, had already enjoyed unparalleled glory. However, when he saw Yin Chan staggering in the snow and wind to give Ying Wujiu the news, his fingertips could not help but sink into the flesh, and his eyes were dark.
"Junior brother, why can't you die..."
He emerged from the mountain road, muttering in a low voice, with great confusion, and then stepped onto the stone steps step by step, stretched out his hand to Yinchan and ordered: "Come here, follow me home."
Yinchan looked at his gentle face and felt that every part of her body was shaking violently with fear. She couldn't help but cover her mouth to suppress the nausea in her throat, tears in her eyes: "No, don't come over... don't come over..."
This man is clearly a devil!
Whenever Yinchan thought of the horrible state of the broken bodies of the disciples in the back mountain, her stomach would churn. She trembled as she picked up the long sword, her voice full of hatred: "How did Sixth Senior Brother wrong you that you had to hurt him like this?!"
Tan Yue said in a low voice: "He has done nothing wrong to me, but I can only feel at ease if he dies."
Tan Yue's cultivation level is now unfathomable. With a flick of his finger, he knocked Yinchan's long sword away. A red light flashed in his eyes, and his spiritual energy was turbid, which was clearly a sign of being possessed by a demon. It turned out that the one who practiced the magic skills was not Ying Wujiu, but him! !
"Well, since you don't want to, then wait for me to kill him and then we can go back together."
Yin Chan was horrified and stretched out her hand to stop him, but she saw that Tan Yue had already flown up and was fighting with Ying Wujiu. The ice on the Cangyuan Sea was shaken by the aftermath of the sword energy they swung, and shattered into powder like a landslide. The wind and snow in the sky quickly gathered around the two of them, forming a vortex that was getting deeper and deeper.
Originally, Fu Guang had no inner demons, but the moment he was framed by his donors and cursed by the world, he fell into dust for the rest of his life, unable to get out of the water again. When these two geniuses of the time who also had inner demons fought each other, probably only those who experienced it personally knew how terrible the scene was.
Fu Guang didn't care about the damage to his foundation at this moment, and fought with all his might, prepared to fight to the death with Tan Yue. With a roar of sword energy, the surrounding mountains and forests collapsed, and the whole world seemed to be shaken.
Tan Yue closed his eyes and conjured up a clone. He and Ying Wujiu fought endlessly. The clone appeared from behind and stabbed Ying Wujiu fiercely with a sword!
"don't want--!!"
There was a sharp and mournful cry, and Yin Chan, with courage from nowhere, flew up to block Ying Wujiu, risking her life to block the powerful sword. However, her cultivation was not yet complete, so how could she withstand this blow? Blood gushed out in an instant, and cracks with spiritual light appeared on her body, which was a sign that her soul was about to be torn apart!
"Yinchan!!!"
"Yinchan!!!"
Two frightened voices rang out at the same time. Tan Yue was the first to withdraw from the battle circle to pick up Yin Chan's body, wanting to use his spiritual power to restore her soul. However, he had just been determined to kill Fu Guang, and the power of that sword was unimaginable. He could only watch as Yin Chan's body became more and more ethereal, passing through his hands and slowly sinking under the abyss.
Yinchan looked at Tanyue's pale and panicked face and moved her lips silently, as if she had a thousand words to say: "Why...why..."
Second Brother, why do you do this?
They used to practice sword skills together, fight monsters together, and become famous together. Wasn't it great? Why did they have to fall apart like this?
Unfortunately, she could no longer utter the following words. Her body became increasingly light and ethereal, and finally disintegrated into a ball of golden light that was gradually swallowed up by the cold, dark sea water, and completely disappeared from the world.
Yin Chan never thought that Tan Yue’s inner demons would be caused by her.
After all, in her memory, Tan Yue was always cold. He neither smiled at her nor played with her. He would even get angry when he saw her and her Sixth Senior Brother causing trouble all over the mountains. There were so many beautiful fairies in the ten sects and eight schools, and most of them liked Tan Yue.
As for her, her talent was only slightly better than that of ordinary people, and her appearance was also average. She thought that Senior Brother Tanyue probably didn't like her.
Yin Chan just felt a little regretful. She regretted why she didn't notice Tan Yue's abnormality at the beginning, which led him to make one mistake after another and end up in this situation.
Before she lost consciousness, the last thought that popped into her mind was: I really shouldn't have carried Senior Brother Tanyue out of the Yellow Sand Illusion. It would have been better if Senior Brothers Three and Four went instead...
"If she had not risked her life to carry the donor out of the yellow sand illusion, the donor might not have been tempted by her, let alone jealous of Wujiu and wanted to kill her. However, the twists and turns of the world are all karma. Even if the donor did not become obsessed with this matter, he would have become obsessed with other things. It's a pity that a good woman lost her life."
Xi Nian stood high on the mountain and made such comments.
The wind and snow were getting stronger all around, and the cold almost penetrated into his bones, but Lu Yan's face was terribly ugly, because at this time, hundreds of immortal sects had already attacked the Demon Realm under the leadership of Don Yue. How could Fu Guang's strength alone compare to the siege of so many masters? He was defeated step by step, and large patches of blood appeared on his body, soaking his clothes into dark red.
The ice and snow are extremely blinding.
Finally, the ten great sect leaders joined forces to trap Ying Wujiu in a net of heaven and earth. The holy pen scholar Jin Wumo forcibly cut off his right arm holding the sword. The master of the Shen Ji Palace shook his head and calculated, saying that Fu Guang was an evil star that only appears once in a thousand years, and that he must atone for his sins in the hottest place in the world before he can be reborn. The Buddhist master Jiunan then took the dying Fu Guang to the white bone sword furnace and ignited the red lotus fire, hoping to "help" him burn away his sins as soon as possible.
Lu Yan watched this scene with bloodshot eyes due to anger. He rushed forward and wanted to do something, but his shoulder suddenly tightened as Xi Nian grabbed hold of it tightly. In the struggle between the two, the other's fingertips almost sank into his shoulder bone, and a dark bloodstain gradually spread.
"Lu Yan, I told you that you must not change his fate, otherwise I will immediately terminate this retrospection."
Xi Nian's voice contained a hidden warning.
Lu Yan looked back at him with red eyes: "I just want to see him one last time!"
Veins popped out on his forehead, and he was forcing himself to hold back something, but his voice suddenly dropped: "This is the last time we meet, can we just say a few words?"
Xi Nian couldn't bear it and sighed. He waved his sleeves and the sword changed again. The surrounding mountains and forests suddenly turned into a deep pit full of white bones. Above was the sky with rolling dark clouds, and below were blazing fires everywhere. In such an extremely harsh environment, in the middle was a bronze white bone sword furnace with many round holes all over it.
Through those holes, one could vaguely see that the furnace was red. The scorching residual heat had baked the ground below to a crisp and black, and even the bones were almost reduced to powder.
Lu Yan couldn't help but walk forward, reaching out to touch the edge of the boiling sword stove. The snow from the deep sea still fell on his shoulders, but it melted silently at this moment. His voice was harsh and low:
"Fu Guang...?"
Seven hundred years had passed by then.
There was no movement in the bone sword furnace. The only sound was the crackling of something burning inside. The nauseating smell of burnt meat came from inside, which made people wonder whether Ying Wujiu had already been turned into this monstrous karmic fire.
Lu Yan called out again, "Fu Guang..."
"Bang--!"
A loud noise suddenly came from the originally silent sword forge, as if a beast was angrily charging inside. Lu Yan passed through the round hole and was unexpectedly met with a pair of terrifying scarlet eyes, as cold and grim as a ghost.
"Phew, that's noisy."
The man's tone was extremely gentle.
"If you shout again, I'll drag you in and turn you into ashes."
With a hint of creepy cruelty.
Lu Yan said nothing, but tightly grasped the edge of the sword furnace. The flesh on his palms was scorched by the temperature, emitting white smoke. On one side, it was madly eroded by the flames, and on the other side, it was madly repaired by the energy in his body. Only the piercing pain in his heart was eternal.
The pair of scarlet eyes in the sword furnace suddenly said:
"I remember you."
Lu Yan tried to laugh but failed: "Really?"
"You guessed it, I regret it."
The pair of scarlet eyes were close to the round hole, looking very scary. There was a dense haze inside, carrying a terrifying hatred. However, the tone was light and floating, like a dense and wet rain, and he whispered:
"When I get out, they'll all die."
Repeating each word carefully:
“Everyone will die.”
Lu Yan closed his eyes and nodded silently: "Fu Guang, they will all die."
The pair of scarlet eyes said in a cold tone: "Fu Guang is dead. This name belongs to a dead person."
Lu Yan said softly: "Then I will give you a new name, Wu Jiu, Ying Wu Jiu, okay?"
Blame means mistake. If there is no blame, there is no mistake. He should not make any mistakes in his life.
The pair of scarlet eyes stared at Lu Yan quietly, neither saying good nor bad. After a while, they suddenly asked in a simple tone: "Do you know that I am in a lot of pain here?"
Lu Yan's Adam's apple rolled silently: "I know..."
"Seven hundred years ago, you rescued me from the yellow sand illusion and left. In fact, I wanted to be your friend at that time. If you can wait until I wake up, I will go with you and travel to famous rivers and mountains together."
But Ying Wujiu didn't know that it was just an accident of fate.
In the near future, he will use the Heart Core Nirvana Cluster to take revenge on the people of that year, but he is still no match for the destiny of the Son of Destiny. He dies under the sword of Tan Yue with despair and unwillingness. Even several great guardians die in the battle between immortals and demons.
Only Fengsha survived, and finally fled to Nanshan, guarding Ying Wujiu's tomb for a thousand years.
This period of time lasted too long, and gradually, Xi Nian could no longer maintain this world. Lu Yan watched the surrounding scenery as if it was corroded by time, turning into yellow sand and dissipating in the air bit by bit. Finally, a strong smell of blood came to his face, accompanied by a scorching air wave -
They returned to the original Red Lotus fantasy.
Lu Yan held Ying Wujiu's bloody body in his arms. The dark heart was still heavy and warm in his palm. He lowered his head in a daze, then slowly pressed his face against Ying Wujiu's, not knowing what he wanted to feel.
"I'm sorry..."
Lu Yan apologized softly.
"I still couldn't save you."
Xi Nian held the remaining fragments of his soul and slowly walked to Lu Yan: "Lu Yan, let's go, it's time for us to return to the space station."
Ying Wujiu is dead, and the illusion he created is about to collapse.
Lu Yan did not answer. After a while, he asked, "...Are the zombies still alive?"
Xi Nian said: "Still alive."
Lu Yan: "You go out first. I'll wipe the blood off his body and then hand him over to the corpse puppets for a proper burial."
Perhaps he had something to say to Ying Wujiu, even though the other party was already dead. Seeing this, Xi Nian did not stay there for long. With a flash of his body, he left the illusion without any notice.
The martial arts arena outside was already in ruins, the formations were broken, the tiles were cracked, and the ground was littered with corpses. Suddenly, a heavy rain fell, washing away the blood on the ground, and the rain continued like a bright red river of blood.
Corpse Puppet, Water Charm, Tang Su, Feng Sha, and Lei Nu, they were all injured, but they still managed to stand on the stage, staring at the black vortex in the air, hoping that Ying Wujiu could come out of it.
After an unknown amount of time, a figure finally walked out of the illusion. He was holding a bloody person in his arms. It was Ying Wujiu. Fengsha and the others were shocked and rushed forward:
"My Lord!"
"My Lord, are you okay?!"
"Manager Lu, what happened to the Lord?!"
Lu Yan did not answer, but silently handed Ying Wujiu's body to the puppet, facing the other party's shocked expression and whispered:
"Take good care of him. I may have to leave here."
For some reason, the corpse that had died a long time ago did not have any sign of death. Instead, a faint stream of light blue could be seen flowing through the body, slowly repairing the damaged meridians and internal organs.
Everyone was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Lu Yan would say such a thing. Only Feng Sha was heartless and asked curiously, "Why? How long will it take for you to come back?"
Lu Yan smiled and said, "Maybe a thousand years, maybe ten thousand years, who can tell for sure."
He took out a pill from his pocket and threw it to Tang Su, saying, "I almost forgot the antidote for the Corpse-Eating Pill."
Tang Su was about to say something, but she saw Lu Yan had turned around and walked down the martial arts stage into the forest. His blood-stained figure in white clothes was gradually obscured by the rain and mist, and then slowly disappeared from her sight.
Fengsha was in its original form at this moment. It dug its claws on the ground and shouted anxiously:
"Hey! Lu Yan! A thousand years is too long!! The Lord will be worried if you're gone for so long!"
You know, the life span of ordinary people is no more than a hundred years.
Only cultivators who have attained the great way can barely live for a thousand years. As for ten thousand years... In this world where immortality is cut off, no one can live that long.
Unfortunately, Lu Yan could no longer answer. He and Xi Nian returned to the space station base together, carrying several soul fragments and a heart core that had been refined into a dirty heart.
At that time, the executive officer was standing in front of a fully transparent French window, gazing at the boundless universe, where there were three thousand worlds, countless planets, and countless stories. She did not turn her head, her chestnut curly hair fluttering softly in the air, her voice was cold yet gentle, as if it was infinitely tolerant:
"Lu Yan, Xi Nian, you found your soul, right?"
Lu Yan was so silent and rigid for some reason that Xi Nian had no choice but to step forward, spread out his right hand and handed over the fragment of the soul and the piece of heart: "Sir, we have found them all, but the heart core accidentally fell into the body of a human and became the heart."
The executive officer finally turned around after hearing this. She slowly stretched out her slender white fingertips and took the dark purple heart into her palm. She looked at it for a moment, then uttered a low, puzzled sound:
"Hmm? A mind that has become self-aware?"
She shook her head slightly and sighed, "It's a pity that I'm too deeply immersed in hatred. There's no way to clear it away."
The executive officer waved her hand lightly, and the dirty heart floated into the air. She walked up to Lu Yan, and the sound of her high heels landing on the ground was crisp and slow. She observed carefully for a moment, and suddenly asked:
"Lu Yan, where is your heart?"
There was something missing from Lu Yan's body that was beating.
The executive officer asked again in a low voice:
"Lu Yan, to whom did you give your heart?"
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com