Chapter 130 (Knife)
Stop the clouds, don't look... don't be sad. (Three in one)
The Heavenly Silk had already wrapped around Ning Chen's chest, and the Ghostly Tears and the Green Pan Horn were hanging on his heart. Ning Chen walked forward as if he saw nothing, raised his hand, and gently touched the red corners of Xie Tingyun's eyes with his fingertips, and said softly, "Xie Tingyun."
Xie Tingyun lowered his head, his eyes suddenly turned red.
Ning Chen said, "Can we not look at it?"
Xie Tingyun shook his head resolutely.
“…”
Quiet sigh.
All right.
Ning Chen swallowed a self-closing pill himself. Seeing Xie Tingyun's condition, he paused before stepping into the formation. He then used up all the remaining self-closing pills from the system mall and exchanged them for nine more.
Ning Chen originally wanted to feed all the remaining self-locking pills into Xie Tingyun's mouth, but Xie Tingyun swallowed them unexpectedly at first. Later, he probably realized what the pills were used for, so he refused to take them and fed the remaining four pills into Ning Chen's mouth.
That is a pill that can block pain.
One pill is enough to calm you down without any pain and allow you to walk the last leg of your journey peacefully. It is not a big deal if you take more.
Xie Tingyun's throat rolled over, but he couldn't utter a word.
At this moment, he suddenly understood the meaning of Ning Chen's action.
Block out the pain. Block out the tranquility, and block out him.
Ning Chen hugged Xie Tingyun for a moment, lowered his head, gently touched Xie Tingyun's forehead, and said, "I'm leaving."
Xie Tingyun couldn't utter the word "OK", only his lips moved silently.
Ning Chen took a step back and stepped into the center of the formation.
After taking the self-isolation pill, all the pain in Ning Shen's body disappeared.
The feeling was very novel. Ning Chen watched as the Tianji silk went around his arms and onto his chest, securing him to prevent him from falling. Then the tail of the Tianji silk pressed against his heart, and then with a "pop" sound, it easily pierced through his entire chest.
Both the Ghost Tears and the Celestial Silk are materials that can restrain the demons. The Ghost Tears seeped into the wound caused by the Celestial Silk and then wrapped the entire heart. During the whole process, the demonic energy in Ning Chen's body instinctively resisted the external damage, but the demonic energy contained in the demon blood was swallowed up and offset by the Ghost Tears one by one, and it had no effect at all. He could only watch helplessly as the demon heart was wrapped in the Ghost Tears, entangled in densely packed translucent silk threads, and cruelly separated from all the flesh and blood vessels around it.
At this point, Ning Chen still felt no pain.
The Celestial Silk was entangled in Ning Chen's hands. He lowered his eyes, grabbed the Celestial Silk, and suddenly exerted force -
Time and space suddenly slowed down at this moment.
Warm blood spurted out, and the sound of flesh being torn and broken reached his ears slowly and bluntly. His body suddenly lost strength, his arm was grabbed by Tianjisi, and his face turned pale with a few drops of his own blood splashed on it.
Large amounts of blood splashed on the two people's bodies.
Warm, sticky, and filled with fresh blood.
Ning Shen seemed unaware that he had lost his strength.
Tian Jisi suddenly broke away and fell into the arms of the person who came. However, his dark red eyes were slightly blurred, and he seemed not to see clearly what was happening in front of him.
The same warm liquid, transparent tears dripped on the face and neck, unable to wash away the thick blood color.
The effect of the self-locking pill was fully exerted, and Ning Shen didn't feel any pain at all.
But when he saw Xie Tingyun's silvery white robes splattered with large patches of demonic blood, he could vaguely see Xie Tingyun's trembling shoulders, his clenched chin with tears in his eyes, and his hands clasped on his shoulders, not daring to tighten.
I don't know why, but it still hurts when I'm calm.
He clearly...had a good ending, and had a good farewell with Xie Tingyun.
Ning Chen listened to Xie Tingyun's choked sobs that could no longer be suppressed, and raised his hand in a daze, wanting to touch Xie Tingyun's face.
But he had no strength left.
Ning Chen sighed softly and said almost silently: "Tingyun...don't, don't look."
Don't be sad.
The hand that was raised in the air could no longer be moved, and was held down by someone in panic and then pressed against the tear-stained face.
Ning Chen's palms were full of his own blood. He frowned slightly and wanted to take them back, but he was gradually losing control of his body.
A large amount of blood was lost, quickly taking away the body's temperature, but the demon heart wrapped in the Tianji silk was still beating vigorously, but was thrown aside and ignored.
Ning Chen could no longer see clearly.
Some irresistible force dragged Ning Chen's consciousness into the abyss, and the thick darkness enveloped him. Even if Ning Chen wanted to stay a little longer, there was really no way.
He leaned into Xie Tingyun's arms, closed his eyes silently, and said, "Xie Tingyun."
"Stop the clouds."
"…Stop the clouds."
Ning Chen's hand slipped from mid-air, as if it had suddenly lost all its strength, and fell silently in front of Xie Tingyun. Blood meandered across the pale hand, flowed through the well-proportioned fingers, lingered at the fingertips, and finally dripped silently.
In the last section where he was completely dragged into the dark abyss, he saw Xie Tingyun's eyes were red and his face was extremely pale with despair.
Xie Tingyun held the Demon Heart in his hands in confusion, trying to put it back into Ning Shen's chest again and again, but there was only a steady flow of blood.
Xie Tingyun's hands trembled again, and he tried to cover the hole in his chest with great frustration.
He regretted it.
Even before this, he told himself thousands of times that as long as Ning Chen was willing to wait for him, Ning Chen could still survive.
But he still regretted it.
There has never been a moment like this when Xie Tingyun wished that everything could go back as much as he did now. If he could be a little more ruthless and light the aphrodisiac incense again, would he be the one to have his devil's heart dug out and die?
He really hoped that person was himself.
Good hope.
Ning Chen stared blankly at Xie Tingyun.
He had never seen Xie Tingyun so heartbroken, as if the only treasure he cherished in his life was shattered right before his eyes, and he couldn't even put the pieces together.
In the end...it was he who harmed others.
The sky was still clear, and the refreshing breeze dried up the blood on my fingertips and blew away the last bit of Ning Shen's warmth.
The sun shone on the three-way battlefield. The corpses there were cleaned up thoroughly, and the dried blood was washed away by the clear water brought by the talisman. Some people cried, some mourned, some rejoiced for escaping death, and more were filled with hope for a new life.
The bright sunshine falling on your body will make you feel warm and hopeful.
The usually cold and sharp man was now lying quietly in the arms of the man kneeling on the ground, and no movement or noise could wake him up.
His expression was peaceful, as if we were meeting for the first time.
…
The people who rushed over after hearing the noise saw a bloodstained figure kneeling in a pool of blood, with his back bent over.
Xie Tingyun maintained the posture of holding the person in his arms. He leaned down and buried himself silently in the hollow of Ning's neck. He maintained this posture without moving.
The amount of blood flowing from beneath them was terrifying, almost soaking the patterns of the demon-killing array below, and then spreading out.
All the disciples who came upon hearing the noise froze where they were instantly.
Xie Tingyun's senses had become numb.
He knew someone was coming.
That's it.
Dao Ling was still seriously injured. Ning Chen transferred all the demonic energy in his body. Now Dao Ling's body was empty except for his damaged spiritual veins and spiritual roots.
He was leaning on a wooden stick, his steps were unusually hasty. Dao Ling walked quickly in front of the two people, not even paying attention to the blood on the ground, and half-knelt on the ground, raising his hand to press Ning Shen's neck.
Dao Ling couldn't feel a beating pulse, and his first reaction was to release his consciousness to scan the surroundings, but he didn't see any fresh souls.
Dao Ling said quickly: "Tingyun, where is the soul, have you summoned it?!"
Xie Tingyun was motionless, as if he were dead.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Tingyun finally opened his mouth. His voice was extremely hoarse, as if it had been rusted: "...No."
"His soul... can't be found at all. He's not here."
Xie Tingyun stood up in a daze.
In his hand, he still held the devil's heart that couldn't be stuffed in. Xie Tingyun turned his head, and half of his face was stained with devil's blood.
Xie Tingyun looked at Dao Ling carefully, and his dead mind was slightly awakened by this old and tired face.
Xie Tingyun's throat twitched, and when he spoke again, he was already at a loss: "Master... he is dead. Where did he go... I can't find him."
"He said he would wait for me. But I couldn't find him."
He began to tremble all over, and all the blood in his face seemed to have been lost along with the man's body temperature.
Xie Tingyun's eyes were distorted by tears. He was like a child who had tried all day but still couldn't find the way. He choked and said helplessly, "Master."
Xie Tingyun's tears fell like a broken string: "Master...save him."
"..." Dao Ling said hoarsely: "...Master will come and find a solution. You take him back first."
The others turned their heads away with red eyes.
It was the first time they saw their senior brother in such a desperate and distraught state.
At the same time, they also knew that no one could remain graceful and restrained in the face of such a tragic way of losing a loved one.
"Oh, right... Devil's Heart." Xie Tingyun said in a trance.
Xie Tingyun seemed to have grasped the last straw. He ignored the blood all over his body, staggered to pick up Ning Chen, and walked towards Yunfeng Pavilion.
Mo Xin was entangled by the Tianji Silk and floated in the air, and followed Xie Tingyun in at a daze.
Refine the Heavenly Sword...Open the Heavenly Gate.
Hurry up, faster.
After an ordinary person dies, the soul cannot stay in the body for long.
After the soul leaves the body, it can still stay in the world of the living within seven days. After seven days, the soul fire gradually weakens, and it will be difficult to stay in the world of the living.
Ning Chen died soon after the demon heart left his body. Xie Tingyun knew that Ning Chen would keep his promise and wait for him, but Ning Chen's situation was special.
Since Ning Chen is not waiting for him here, then where is he?
The underworld? Or the system space?
What if I was called back by the system? What if something unexpected happened? What if I was thrown into another world? What if I was forced to reincarnate by the Black and White Impermanence?
How should he find him?
The more Xie Tingyun thought about it, the more confused he became.
The black hem of the garment fell silently, becoming a darker color after being soaked in blood.
But Ning Shen's expression was still peaceful and without regrets, as if he no longer had any attachment to this world.
Dao Ling hurriedly caught up. He felt bad when he saw Xie Tingyun's body swaying slightly but he could only hold on.
Dao Ling used to think that his disciple was blinded by love, so he was deceived and bewitched by the person who had been trying to kill him since he was born, and fell in love with him to death.
But even Dao Ling had to admit that sometimes he, as a master, was not even as good as Ning Chen.
He didn't know how these two people were entangled with each other, and why they had reached the point where both were willing to die for each other in just a few months.
In Dao Ling's eyes, this is something that is almost impossible to happen.
But it happened right before my eyes.
Dao Ling could not imagine that a demon with great talent, high cultivation, and firmly occupying the position of Demon Lord could willingly hand over his Demon Heart to allow his lover of a different race to use it to refine a sword.
He also couldn't imagine that his usually cold and aloof disciple, who always took everything on his shoulders, would one day be so devastated by the death of a demon that he wanted to abandon everything just to commit suicide for his dead lover.
The Demon Lord never shows his true face. He used to disguise himself. Every time we see him, he uses a different face.
I don't know when the Demon Lord has been using this face. Dao Ling's intuition tells him that this might be the Demon Lord's true face.
His eyes fell on the bloody hole on Ning Chen's chest. Even the leader of Liuyun Sect, who had always witnessed bloody storms, couldn't bear to look at it and looked away.
The wound caused by digging out the heart alive was extremely horrible, with torn flesh and broken blood vessels all over it. Just one look was enough to make people hold their chest, as if they were also suffering from the pain of having their heart dug out.
Even the materials used are the Heavenly Silk and Ghost Tears that can restrain the demons. Any one of these two materials alone can cause great pain to the demons.
I don’t know how much suffering the Demon Lord went through when he passed away.
He was so frightened just by looking at the wound that he couldn't help but tremble with fear. Dao Ling couldn't imagine how Tingyun felt when he saw the whole process happening in front of him.
At this time, he even asked Tingyun to use his lover's heart to forge the Heavenly Sword himself...
Dao Ling didn't dare to think further.
He watched Xie Tingyun gently place Ning Chen on the bed, then rushed into the forging room with the sword-making materials with a pale face, without looking back. He couldn't help but take a step forward, hold Xie Tingyun's shoulder, and say: "Go find his soul first, and refine the Heavenly Sword... let me do it."
But Xie Tingyun shook his hand away, shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, Master... I don't want to give it to anyone else."
“…”
Dao Ling's eyes flickered.
"Master," Xie Tingyun leaned forward slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Tingyun will complete the mission that should be completed, but after that, please forgive Tingyun's willfulness."
Dao Ling turned his head and looked at the horizon in the distance, not letting anything fragile fall. After a while, he nodded tremblingly and said in a hoarse voice: "...Okay."
Xie Tingyun did not hesitate any longer and turned into the forging room.
Dao Ling looked at the blood-stained white figure disappearing behind the door, feeling a little lost.
The restrictions of Yunfeng Pavilion had been opened by Daoling in a hurry a long time ago. The disciples who followed him entered the yard, but stayed outside the door, not daring to come in.
The sobbing was so small that they were almost able to hide it.
Bunian and Chengfeng, a pitch-black magic sword, and a silver-white long sword were placed on the sword rack together, but the entire sword rack began to shake due to the trembling of the magic sword.
Bu Nian was clinging to Cheng Feng in a daze. At that moment, it suddenly could not feel the breath of the Sword Master.
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The forging of the Heavenly Sword places extremely high demands on the forger.
The entire refining process requires full concentration and spiritual power to be flushed thousands of times, all the materials are melted and cast, and the hot molten iron is poured into shape.
During this process, if the forger is distracted for a moment, the furnace may explode, resulting in all previous efforts being wasted.
Before Xie Tingyun put the magic heart and the three ingredients in, he had already exploded the stove five times.
He froze Ning Shen's body into a coffin and placed it in the ice cellar under Xie Wan's room.
Now Xie Tingyun was facing the scorching hot refining furnace, holding the still beating Demon Heart in his hands.
How strange. Even though he has been out of his body for a while, Ning Chen's demonic heart is still alive.
A strong, regular, steady heartbeat.
It was exactly the same as the heartbeat he remembered when he lay on Ning Chen's body and put his ear close to her, with no difference at all.
But why can't this still beating heart be put back into its original body?
Why...not?
Xie Tingyun thought in a trance.
The other brain was reminding him all the time: put the Demon Heart into the furnace as soon as possible. This was the most critical material for refining the Heavenly Sword and also the material that took the longest time to refine.
There is only one devil's heart, and it will not tolerate any failure.
Xie Tingyun held Mo Xin's hand in front of the furnace. As long as he gently covered it, Mo Xin would fall into the blazing flames.
His hands began to tremble.
Dawsin has woken up from his coma due to serious injuries. The meridians of the three fallen demons have been damaged to varying degrees. After temporary treatment, they are now able to walk.
The first thing they did after they were able to walk again was to look for Xie Tingyun and Ning Chen.
But before he could see the two people, he was grabbed by Dao Ling.
When they learned that Ning Chen had no choice but to dig out the devil's heart because his physical condition deteriorated in order to save their last chance of survival, Daoming and Daoxing were silent.
Seeing Xie Tingyun locking himself in the forging room in a daze, no one would feel good when the person who could refine a high-level magical weapon of level six or above at one time had his furnace explode five times within an hour.
Daoming seemed to have aged several hundred years on the spot. He covered his face and sighed deeply: "Really... Is there no way?"
Dao Ling glanced in the direction of the forging room and said in a low voice, "I am trying to advance now. Maybe I can reach the state of Silence and Extinction. Then I will go to the sea to hunt monsters. My chances of success will be better."
Dao Xin's expression changed slightly, and he said, "Brother? Is your inner demon... okay?"
Dao Ling's inner demon was born out of hatred for his own powerlessness, and was destroyed because he overdrew his lifespan to protect his spiritual veins. It has a beginning and an end.
The elimination of the inner demons made Dao Ling feel vaguely that he was about to attain enlightenment, but the changes on Ting Yun's side happened too quickly, and Dao Ling always felt that he was still missing that one last step.
But according to Dao Ling's previous experience, when one has realized the truth to this extent, he is actually not far from advancement.
Even the chances of forced advancement have been greatly increased.
Daoming lowered his head in disbelief and suddenly said, "So, the reason why Mr. Ning's soul cannot be found is because his body is not completely dead?!"
Dao Ling nodded solemnly: "Although I don't know how he was able to have two identical bodies, but with the strength of his body in the Silent Realm, plus the fact that he was suppressed under the Abyss and still had the Devil Heart, he should have a chance to survive until now."
So they still have a chance!
Daoming stood up suddenly and was about to rush into the forging room, but Daoling pulled him back and asked with a frown, "What are you doing?"
"Tell Tingyun!" Daoming could hardly suppress his excitement and said, "Look at Tingyun's condition. He has been so shocked that he probably hasn't thought of this. Telling him now will also give him something to think about. Otherwise, if Little Friend Ning really survives and Tingyun... dies, then it's all over!"
"..." Dao Ling was so disappointed that he couldn't make it. "You are so stupid. How could Tingyun not have thought of it? Don't forget that there are still a lot of resentful ghosts and grudges in Tianxiao's meridians and sea of consciousness. Once they come out of the Abyss of Neverending, it will only be a matter of time for those resentful ghosts to break through the sea of consciousness. How can you let Tingyun bet? Moreover, even if a cultivator in the Silent Realm goes down, he may not be able to escape unscathed."
Daoming was disappointed and said, "Then tell me, what else can we do?"
"The grudges in the Resentful Ghost Realm were originally targeting the Demon King, and they would not easily attack innocent people. However, once they rushed into Young Master Ning's body, I'm afraid they would not let it go so easily. Even transferring them to us would probably not work."
“…”
"Isn't the demon king's spirit still down there?" Dao Ling winked at the two of them, his eyes somewhat cold. "If it really doesn't work, I'll do it myself and break off some of the spirit fragments of the dead wolf. Even if those vengeful spirits can't recognize anyone, they can't possibly not recognize the demon king who killed them, right?"
Daoming Daoxin suddenly realized!
If others want to rescue the vengeful spirits and ghosts in Ning Shen's body, they may never succeed.
But if we use the demon king's spirit and aura to lure them out... then it would be unreasonable for them not to come out.
Daoming stood up and was about to rush to the forging room, but Daoling grabbed him again. Daoming said incredulously: "What are you holding me back for? Brother, you have already won everything, why don't you tell Tingyun?"
Dao Ling slapped him and said, "Look after Tingyun for me. Don't make a fuss about something you are not sure of. If I fail, do you want to disappoint Tingyun again?"
道靈眼神銳利：“死後魂魄莫名消失不見，可不一定是因為沒死透，若是陰差陽錯進了黃泉地府，陽世間的人同樣找不見他——你怎麽就一定知道他當真沒死呢？”
道明被砸了一下，想通之後心道也是，愣是沒敢反駁回去。
砰地一聲，鍛造室的門被砰然撞開，謝停雲跌跌撞撞地從裏面出來。
他呼吸急促，眼神有些失焦，像是被什麽恐慌的情緒籠罩住，整個人的狀态看起來非常不好。
道靈上前要去扶他，卻被謝停雲搖搖頭，拒絕了。
謝停雲一路無視所有聚集在他身上的目光，倉皇地奔到了謝婉的房間前，卻在推門而入的那一刻驟然頓住。
“想見就去見一面吧。”道明不知何時出現在謝停雲的身後，擡手按在了謝停雲的肩膀上面，“幫我……說聲謝謝。”
謝停雲的肩脊逐漸顫抖起來。
擡起僵持在半空之中的手，最終還是顫抖地放下了。
……再見一面又如何呢，寧沉已經不可能活過來了。
即使他再怎麽不舍得将魔心放入烈焰之中，又有什麽用呢。
寧沉以死換來的唯一機會，怎麽可以就這麽砸在他手裏。
謝停雲匆忙低頭，用帶着顫抖的嗓音幾不可聞地說道：“……算了。”
算了。
他要快點去找寧沉。
不能再拖了。
謝停雲清楚地明白，沒有人能幫得到他。
包括一旁看着的師父和師叔。
道靈看着依舊穿着原來那身染血白衣的謝停雲，沉默半晌，拍了拍道明的肩膀：“老夫去閉關。”
他要沖擊寂滅境。
雖然魔尊活着的時候可惡得要死，但是他待停雲确實是真心好的。
關鍵是沒了魔尊，他徒兒就開始籌劃起殉情來了，要不是在別人死後罵人不太道德，否則道靈高低得罵他一句狐貍精。
狐貍精！
……
這一次，鍛造室中再也沒有炸爐的聲響。
七七四十九天，整個煉制過程一口氣都不能歇。能夠用來破開天門的長劍，被尊稱為天劍的武器，品質必須得是最高階。
九階長劍出世的那一天，恰好是道靈以殘損之身進階寂滅成功的那一日。
九九八十一道紫色天雷，碗口粗的雷光一道接着一道，連喘口氣的機會都不給。
天雷落盡之後，便是沉重的鉛雲散開，天光乍現。
烏雲退散幹淨，天空幾息之間變得澄澈透明，随後眨眼之間就變得火紅無比，霞光鋪滿整個天空，天際殘雲如同燃起焰火，熠熠生輝。
不知何處的鳥獸齊齊高唳，山林之間傳來應和之聲，此起彼伏，宛如奏響一場無人能知的旋律。
一日之內，人族出了一把九階神器，還有一位新晉的寂滅境大能。
道明和道辛也不甘示弱，這幾日靠着苦熬硬生生跨了一個小境界，起碼壽命能夠延長幾十年，還能有口喘息的機會。
他們沒有道靈那般的感悟，只是心中一直想着，不該有魔為了他們隕落三次，最後還落得一個同愛人生死不見，寂寥投胎的結果。
那不應當。
若是不盡淵下的身體沒有寧沉的魂魄，那黃泉地府，也不是不可以闖一闖。
道靈已經帶人去了不盡淵，依舊只剩道明在鍛造室前等着。
他此時在雲風閣內來回踱步，心神有些不安。
雲風閣內面積很大，裝飾幹淨簡潔，南邊的角落放着一面貼滿牆面的木櫃，那裏放着各種材料，都是謝停雲平常用來煉制法器的材料。
道明略感不安地踱着步，無意間擡眸看見了木櫃旁邊的一個藤椅，那上面鋪着幾層軟墊，裏面是一個靜靜躺着的人。
在看清那個宛如睡着的人的臉時，道明整個人都驚出了一身冷汗，他瞳孔驟縮，下意識喃喃道：“……寧小友？！”
然而藤椅上的人并沒有給出任何的回應。
他閉着眼睛，像是睡着一般安靜無聲，容顏依舊鋒利俊美，窗外的陽光灑了幾束下來，恰好落在他的側臉上，将鴉羽般的長睫投落下一片拉長的陰影。
寧沉身上穿着流雲宗弟子的純白服飾，沒有了鎏金玄衣時候的壓迫感，看起來反倒像是誰家心高氣傲的小弟子偷懶一樣地睡着了。
“……”
道明僵在原地不知多久，試探着把神識往藤椅那邊掃。
直到用神識探過之後，道明這才恍然發覺，藤椅上的那個人根本不是活人。
那是一具沒有生機的木傀儡。
道明心中莫名生出了一點說不清道不明的失落來。
他在看見這具和寧沉本人并無兩樣的木傀儡之時，差點真的以為一切都沒有發生過，寧小友還是那個天天跟在停雲身後的小尾巴，神态懶洋洋的，一看就不像什麽修煉刻苦的弟子，讓人一看就想找阿朝動用回溯天賦查查這家夥今日有沒有偷懶。
……聽說阿朝那個孩子是被停雲和寧小友一起救下來的，幸好阿朝為了淨化他爹娘成為地縛靈以來身上的怨氣，一個月前就已經閉了關。
要不然他這麽一個丁點大的小孩子，就要再次面對一次這般慘烈的局面，那可如何是好。
道明站在傀儡面前，直到距離拉近，他才看清了傀儡身上細微的修補痕跡。
那是怨鬼境內，被妖王藤蔓貫穿無數之後，留下的破洞，如今一一被修補完全，整個傀儡又被放在了木櫃旁的角落，身上蓋着柔軟的毯子，像是一副美好的靜畫。
如果真是這樣，那該多好啊。
道明輕嘆一聲，轉身離開。
既然天劍已然煉成，謝停雲做的便已經差不多了。
天界的大門不是随随便便就能找到，也不是找到之後就能随随便便劈開的。
那将會是另一場惡戰，而道靈已經嚴厲吩咐過他要看住謝停雲，不能讓謝停雲現在就去尋死，開天門的事情，剛好可以讓道靈自己試試新晉寂滅的實力。
他這種本來就快要死的老家夥，現在既沒了舊傷，也有了充足的壽命，也該做點什麽報複一下看不順眼的天門了。
千萬年來，人間靈力逐漸枯竭，飛升門檻越來越高，近萬年來都已經沒有出現飛升的例子了。
仙人不問世事，逍遙自在，那他們便自己自救。
就是要他們一點仙界的靈力罷了，根據典籍記載，仙界之中最不缺的就是靈力了。
那是比世外桃源還要逍遙自在的仙境。
所以，他們只是要點靈力澆灌人間罷了，那些仙人應當不會這麽小氣的。
天劍出世的異響已經完全消散，可是鍛造室的門卻依舊沒有打開，謝停雲還在裏面，不知動靜。
道明蹙起眉頭，出聲詢問：“停雲？你還好嗎停雲？”
過了不知多久，裏面依舊沒有動靜。
道明心中莫名一慌，下意識就要強闖進去，然而下一刻，卻聽見謝停雲道：“……師叔，我沒事。”
“……”
道明轟地一聲把鍛造室的大門踹了開來。
他看見方才煉制成功的九階神劍随随便便地插在地上，謝停雲半跪在地，手心之中滿是鮮血，順着指間和手臂流了滿地。
道明臉色驟變，他緊繃的神經瞬間斷了，身體比大腦先響應，上去就按住了謝停雲。
他下意識站在天劍和謝停雲之間，防止謝停雲想不開拿這把劍對自己做什麽。
事實上，道明覺得自己确實差點來晚了。畢竟看這樣子，若是道明不進來，還不知道謝停雲要對自己做些什麽呢！！
謝停雲早前經歷了兩族之戰，本就消耗頗多重傷未愈，又因寧沉隕落一事心神受到重創，如今馬不停蹄地煉出天劍，整個人已經到了極限。
他眼前全是花的，視野眩暈不已，喉間血氣數次湧上來，都被謝停雲面無表情地咽了下去。
謝停雲想擡手捏一捏眉心，但是左手一動便是鑽心的疼，右手被道明防賊一樣抓着，抽不開來。
謝停雲斷斷續續地啞聲道：“師叔……我當真沒事，方才只是有點暈而已，所以想抓一下劍刃清醒一下。”
他頓了一下，随後才輕聲說道：“師叔，您放心，天門打開之前，我不會尋死。”
只是這把天劍不愧是九階的品質，劍刃鋒銳無比，謝停雲只是輕輕抓了一下，手掌處便已經開始湧出大量的血，森然白骨在傷口之中清晰可見。
謝停雲現在有些脫力，他體內靈力也被耗光了，如今根本止不住血。他就這麽看着手心之中被割開的血肉，還有汩汩流出，滿地都是的血。
一滴滴溫熱的鮮血從手心滴落，謝停雲身上還是寧沉死時的那身，大片幹涸的褐色血跡看得人觸目驚心，如今新的血液覆了上來，又重新浸濕衣擺。
謝停雲眸光遲鈍地落在地面上漫開的血泊，瞳孔不自覺地開始緊縮。
胸膛心口處的血洞。手心之中如同鴻溝般的傷痕。
滴落的血液。
漫開的血泊。
這一場景多麽相似，那個噩夢般的場景又再一次浮現在謝停雲的眼前。
Xie Tingyun's stomach suddenly churned, his whole body trembled, his breathing became disordered, and his mind was mired in the mire of blood-red, sinking deeper and deeper, even his breathing was blocked and stopped.
The tip of my nose was still filled with the nauseating, omnipresent smell of blood, the breath of a living being weakened and dying, the breath of a loved one's death.
Xie Tingyun's face suddenly turned pale, and he closed his eyes, but the scene of Ning Shensheng digging out the devil's heart that day still refused to let him go, and it played endlessly in Xie Tingyun's mind.
It was a nightmare he couldn't get rid of. He was in hell, struggling and tumbling in a boiling pot of oil, but he couldn't get out of it.
Daoming looked at him like this and didn't dare to believe a word he said. He supported Xie Tingyun in fear and quickly fed him spiritual power-replenishing pills while pressing Xie Tingyun's acupoints to stop the bleeding.
However, the next moment, Xie Tingyun raised his hand to cover his lips and suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood.
He coughed and blood dripped from his fingertips, with signs of it flowing out more and more.
Daoming's expression suddenly changed, and he said abruptly: "Stop the cloud!!"
That sound of "stopping the clouds" was almost heart-wrenching.
The strange phenomenon in the sky completely disappeared, and warm sunlight came in from the half-open window next to the wooden cabinet, wandering in the quietly closed eyes of the Ning Shen puppet.
No one noticed that when the heart-wrenching sound of "Ting Yun" rang out, Ning Chen's hand on the armrest of the rattan chair moved abruptly.
Then everything was quiet as before, as if nothing had happened.
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Ningmi: (Facing a tangled ball of yarn that is mostly broken) (Searching for a long time but can't find a working puppet control line) (Grabbing around in frustration) (Moving!)