After the Immortal Master killed his wife to prove his truth, he regretted it (Part 2) "Heaven...
This time I really can't figure it out. I have almost no communication with him, so how did I become his white moonlight?
It even triggered the inexplicable behavior of him using the researcher as a stand-in.
It turns out that he doesn't like the people who take care of him to wear protective clothing. It's not because he is against protective clothing, but because he hopes that the researchers will wear formal clothes so that they can remind him of themselves.
Because the incident was so outrageous, I was even so angry that I laughed.
This smile might have conveyed the wrong message to the Immortal Lord. He took two steps forward but was stopped by armed security guards.
He looked at me through the crowd, as if the people around him didn't exist. The look he gave me was obsessed and sad.
"You finally came to see me."
I pressed my forehead and said, "I think we've met once before."
He pulled the corner of his mouth, "I don't understand why I can't forget you after only meeting you once."
I asked, "What do you want?"
He was confused by my question, "I..."
"You cultivate the ruthless way, and I have my lover, so we shouldn't have any intersection. I think it's better to end this matter as soon as possible."
"You have a lover?"
His eyes suddenly became redder, as if they were stained with blood.
"Why can't I have a lover?"
His condition seemed a little strange, so I secretly contacted the special department again.
He stared at me. "Who is he?"
"What's it to you?"
The Immortal Lord's current state does not look like a righteous one.
He suddenly smiled, "Yes, it has nothing to do with me. As long as he dies, you will still be mine."
?
Doesn't this person understand what people say?
At this moment, I really wanted to use him to test to see how far I had cultivated my supernatural powers.
"We shouldn't have had any contact. You practice your ruthless way, and I embrace my gentle place. Your current behavior makes me feel that your Tao heart is vulnerable."
The Immortal Venerable spoke in a cold tone, "Since you are my love tribulation, you can only be entangled with me in marriage. Even if I have no intention of staying with you forever, you can only belong to me!"
"How can a mortal compare with my combined form?"
I was so angry that I laughed.
This is some terrible "even if you break up with me, even if I don't love you, you still have to stay faithful to me" talk.
When this immortal traveled through time and space, his head hit the ground first, right?
But the immortal's clothes moved without wind, and suddenly the sky and the earth changed color, and there was a rumbling thunder. The lightning shook and fell from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, the entire research institute was smashed into ruins.
The surrounding spiritual energy surged towards the Immortal Lord. The spiritual energy was so dense that it became substantial, and the transparent and sticky spiritual energy vortex was visible to the naked eye.
The Immortal Lord slowly floated into the air. He waved his hand, grabbed my neck, and lifted me up in the air.
He looked at me for a long time, then with a wave of his right hand, his natal sword appeared out of thin air, making a buzzing sound.
"As long as I kill you, I can overcome my emotional calamity and achieve my great goal."
After saying this, he no longer lingered, and swung his natal sword, piercing my heart.
A guiding divine light was sprinkled down from the sky. The Immortal Lord put the sword back into his dantian, no longer looking in my direction, and slowly walked into the divine light.
He ascended to become an immortal.
The days after becoming an immortal seemed no different from those when he was practicing Taoism. He still lived on the cold and lifeless top of the snowy mountain, swinging his sword again and again, mechanically but never tired.
He was able to sing again. The obsession that once bound his throat was freed. He took out his former life instrument, placed it in the cave, and played and sang until he finished a song.
Very smooth.
His soul would no longer tremble because of the heart-wrenching deception he once experienced.
This is very good, proving that his teaching of the Way of Eliminating Emotions is effective.
He took the opportunity to cut off the emotional calamity and also cut off the nightmares that reminded him again and again how stupid he was. Sure enough, from then on, he lived a free and easy life.
The song sounded like a victor's battle song. When he got tired of practicing swordplay, he would play it for himself.
However, for some unknown reason, the Bai Ling monster who had deceived him was gradually forgotten, and was replaced by the mortal he had killed.
A love tribulation in another world.
This love tribulation is just a mortal, but he has a face more beautiful than all the immortals in the world combined, and a soul more dazzling than anyone else.
He always thought of the stunning glimpse he got when he was trapped in the cage. That man was full of vigor, with great ambitions in his mind and sharp eyes. He stood in front of him, but never looked at him.
He had lived for countless years and had met countless admirers.
The leader of a sect risked his life to make him smile, and fetched the legendary divine stone from the abyss to sharpen his sword.
There was a leader of the Baidai clan who spent all his family wealth and sent half of the spiritual weapons in the world of cultivation to him for him to choose from.
But after the passage of time, he only remembered that mortal.
This mortal had never even fallen in love with him - no, to be more precise, this mortal had never even looked at him straight in the eye.
Mortals died in his hands. His sharp natal sword pierced into their hearts and then was pulled out neatly, making a light sword flower without leaving even a drop of blood.
The sword's edge is white with frost.
Mortals can also die with dignity. The natal sword takes away the mortal's life and body temperature. He feels the mortal's body getting colder and colder, and his face loses its blood color, but it is still very beautiful, like a miracle made of ice and snow.
At this moment, those eyes finally only reflected his figure.
He took complete control of this mortal, just as he had done before, and made the mortal a stepping stone for his immortality.
People always tend to remember the fragments that make them feel happy, but why, when he thought of that mortal, the first thing he remembered was not the way the mortal died, but the way he squatted in the cage and looked up.
The mortals at that time were so dazzling, as bright as the sun, that people could not help but be attracted to them. Like moths to a flame, they were willing to fly towards them even if they were burned.
He thought more and more about that mortal.
Until one day, he accidentally cut himself while swinging his sword.
The sharp sword blade scratched across his fingertips, and blood splattered on the snow, like red plum blossoms.
At this moment, what he thought of was the drop of blood that was thrown out when the sword was pulled out from his heart on the day he killed the mortal.
I don't know where it splashed.
He wanted to know obsessively.
So after a long time, he returned to the other world again.
The flow speed between the worlds is different. He has spent hundreds of years in his world, but only ten short years in this world.
Ten years later, all traces are still fresh.
For some reason, the obsession that had been driving him forward had become less urgent since he came into this world.
He began to follow the path that mortal had walked, looking for traces he had left behind.
As he walked and looked along the way, he gradually understood that the mortal was different from other people he had met because others always expected to be illuminated by him, but the mortal himself was the light and did not need to be illuminated by anyone.
Even on the day when he was trapped in the cage, the light emitted by mortals also illuminated him.
He walked very slowly along the way, and slower and slower, but no matter how long the road is, there will be a day when he will finish it.
He has gone through a childhood of wandering and displacement like ordinary people, a youth full of vigor and vitality, and a youth who looks down on the world.
Finally, I arrived at the place where the drop of blood was splashed.
Ten years is too long for a drop of blood, and he could no longer find that drop of blood.
The once hard bluestone slabs have collapsed, and tough grass sprouts have sprouted from the cracks, growing tender green leaves in the spring breeze.
At that moment, he suddenly felt a lingering pain in his heart, as if this small grass had taken root in his heart.
He covered his heart and suddenly realized that after hundreds of years, across the distance between life and death, hundreds of years later, he fell in love with the person he had killed with his own hands.
The sharp blade that pierced the heart of a mortal in the past, now pierced his heart.
Boundless regret slowly spread up like a tide.
The speed is not fast.
But he was on a deserted island, with no way to retreat or escape, and could only allow himself to be drowned by the sea.
He regretted it.
But that mortal can never come back.
…
Outside the VR screen, everyone was stunned.
The director glanced at my face cautiously. The expression on his face was as if he was reborn on the day of the college entrance examination. He had forgotten the original questions of the college entrance examination, but awakened to the college entrance examination system. The system requires you to defecate in public before it can give you the original questions as complicated as the original ones.
"Boss, this Immortal Venerable has quite a lot of inner thoughts."
The captain also twitched his lips, "This Immortal Venerable, um... uh... forget it, I'd better arrange for a psychiatrist to come first."
Compared with the two of them being tactful, my secretaries relied on the tacit understanding of eye contact and were not very tactful.
Number 8: [My god, the manic immortal has fallen in love with me! What bad luck did the boss have to run into such a psychopath? ]
Number One: [Isn't this regretful literature? Although the boss lost his life, the Immortal Venerable lost his love, and can only live a long life in wealth and glory to remember the boss's life. Crazy! If it goes one step further, will it be a substitute literature? If it goes one step further, will it be the resurrected Bai Yueguang fighting the substitute? ]
Number Two: [Unlike the regretful literature, I think this Immortal Venerable’s heart is broken, his inner demons are growing, and he is probably about to become a demon.]
Number Four: […A small dark room.]
Number One: [A small dark room? No!!! We can’t do this! I swear to defend the boss’s innocence to the death! A pure love warrior will never bow to forced literature!!!]
Me: [I appreciate your kindness, but it is not your turn to take action. ]
One, two, four, and eight were all shocked and lowered their heads like quails.
This time I didn't even look into their eyes to know what they were thinking.
1248: [Who dragged the president into our brainwave discussion group chat?! Oh, the president has the eye-reading skill, so it’s okay.]
I rubbed my forehead.
This immortal was unlucky as he chose a day that happened to be the day my mother was undergoing a supernatural power test and the day when the new VR equipment was put into use.
The mother's supernatural powers were fully stimulated by the instrument, and when it exploded, it enveloped the entire research institute, and also enveloped the Immortal Lord who currently had no spiritual power.
The mother, who was half asleep and half awake, realized the danger in the territory and forced the Immortal Lord to fall asleep.
Looking at the Immortal Lord sleeping peacefully in front of them as if he had been dead for many years, the research institute took out a new VR memory reader.
The memory reader used for Mary Sue could only read their past memories. Today’s new VR can not only read memories, but also create a more realistic game scene than before, allowing the characters to play freely.
After entering the virtual world, you can still choose to retain or block memories as before.
Of course, the Immortal Venerable had no choice but to choose to block his memory.
The blocked memory made him forget the memory of being forced to sleep. The memory was seamlessly connected to the scene when he was unconscious before, and was fed back to the screen in front of him.
He didn't realize that this was not the real world, firstly because his strength had not recovered, and secondly because this was not an illusion, but just a holographic game.
The people who originally wanted to spy on the combat power and cultivation methods of the other world were caught off guard and faced the Immortal Lord's heart full of love.
Great, I really haven’t thought about any of the techniques at all. All I do every day is swing the sword and think about me.
What about the ruthless way?
This kind of stuff can also ascend?
How dare you let your faith be shattered and you become possessed by the devil?
My nephew has been cheated so many times, but he never became possessed. How could you have the nerve to become possessed after your experience?
Now, all the support has arrived, including guns and cannons, formation talismans, martial arts masters, and geniuses with special powers, all in place, surrounding the holographic warehouse in the middle.
Among them, my nephew's bald head is particularly shining.
A Taoist priest curiously leaned over and asked him, "Buddhist son, are you here to persuade the Immortal to convert to Buddhism?"
The nephew shook his head with a serious expression, "For people like this who are not pure in their six senses, I usually suggest that they go to the next sect."
"next door?"
"Worship the Eastern Divine Religion and practice the Sunflower Manual."
"that……"
"Don't mention this matter again. I am not a great monk who has seen through the world and is merciful. I am just a young monk. I don't have such a broad mind to forgive a thief who offended my uncle."
"No, Buddhist, I actually want to ask, I heard that this immortal has a very strong body, do you think the Eastern Divine Cult can really castrate him?"
"…I think they can. They are professionals in this field."
"Professional? Didn't the martial arts sect only rise in the past two years? Where did they get their experience from?"
"I heard that the pigs in the pig farm of the clan leader were all castrated by him personally."
…
The holographic warehouse was shaking, and the energy leakage caused by the broken Taoist heart of the immortal who had gone astray and gone astray woke him up from the holographic warehouse.
He opened his eyes and realized in an instant that everything that had just happened was just an illusion.
He didn't care at all about the people around him who were trying to capture him. He saw me accurately as he walked through the crowd, with ecstasy in his eyes of regaining what he had lost.
"Great, you're still alive!"
His body shook, and in the blink of an eye he was only a few steps away from me, but was blocked by the formation.
Jiang Qingshu frowned, "His cultivation level has declined, and the spiritual energy stored by his clone for advancement has actually been released."
"He can use magic now. He won't last long though, so you have to be careful."
When Jiang Qingshu's voice was heard, the Immortal Lord laughed mockingly.
"Be careful? How should I be careful?"
"Your world is just a small world with little spiritual energy. How can it stop me?"
He looked at me lovingly and said, "No matter what kind of magic you used on me before, I don't care. I have recognized my own heart and I have fallen in love with you."
"Come with me, I will let you enjoy the same lifespan as me. I will forge spiritual roots for you and take you to ascend."
"Will you come with me?"
"not good."
His face darkened, then he smiled again, "It's okay, I'll take you away first. When you become an immortal, you will understand that these mortals are just ants, passers-by in your life, and I am the only one who loves you forever."
He waved his arms, and everyone around him took action immediately, reinforcing the formation and suppressing the enemy.
The Immortal Venerable sneered, "Even if the spiritual energy is thin, even if I fall to the Spirit Severing Stage, you can't resist me."
"Everyone knows that I am born with a happy heart, but few people know that I am also born with sword bones. Unless I am attacked by a cultivator with a spiritual body, I don't even need to use much strength. How can you ants who steal a little bit of immortal cultivation and are complacent about it compete with such a rare genius?!"
"If you want to use up all the spiritual energy in my Dantian, even five hundred people may not be enough!"
"A natural sword body? We have that, too!"
The captain waved his hand, and a group of monks with long swords on their backs filed in. Soon, they blocked the wide holographic hall.
The monks each took their positions, drew their swords, and began to use the formation to consume the immortals within.
The Immortal Venerable was caught off guard and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Born... as a sword body?"
"You all have natural sword bodies?"
"One, two, three... five hundred? Five hundred natural sword bodies??!"
The captain was in no mood to respond to him and gave orders through the intercom.
"The Natural Sword Body Team is in place, the next batch of Natural Blade Bones are ready, and the next batch of Fire Spirit Body is on standby."
"Born to be a physical cultivator? No, why are they joining in the fun?"
"The body of a kitchen god? Even worse! Let all those people in charge of pots, pans, stoves, tripods and clocks get out!"
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