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!"
"" 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 incredibly: "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?"
Dao Ling's eyes were sharp: "After death, the soul disappeared inexplicably, which does not necessarily mean that the person is not dead. If he has entered the underworld by mistake, people in the world of the living will not be able to find him. How do you know for sure that he is not dead?"
Daoming was hit for a moment, and after he figured it out, he agreed with what he said, but he didn't dare to refute it.
With a bang, the door of the forging room was slammed open and Xie Tingyun stumbled out.
He was breathing rapidly and his eyes were a little unfocused, as if he was shrouded in some panic emotion, and his overall condition looked very bad.
Dao Ling went forward to help him, but Xie Tingyun shook his head and refused.
Xie Tingyun ignored all the eyes focused on him and rushed to Xie Wan's room in a panic, but he stopped abruptly the moment he pushed the door open.
"If you want to meet me, go meet me." Daoming appeared behind Xie Tingyun without knowing when, raised his hand and pressed it on Xie Tingyun's shoulder, "Help me... say thank you."
Xie Tingyun's shoulders began to tremble gradually.
He raised his hand that had been stuck in the air, but finally put it down tremblingly.
...What's the point of seeing him again? Ning Chen has already gone from being able to survive.
Even if he was reluctant to put the devil's heart into the flames, what was the use?
How could the only chance that Ning Chen had earned by dying just fall into his hands like this?
Xie Tingyun lowered his head hastily and said in a trembling voice, "...Forget it."
never mind.
He had to find Ning Chen quickly.
We can't delay any longer.
Xie Tingyun clearly understood that no one could help him.
Including the master and uncle who were watching from the side.
Dao Ling looked at Xie Tingyun, who was still wearing the bloodstained white clothes. He was silent for a while, then patted Dao Ming's shoulder and said, "I will go to retreat."
He wants to impact the realm of annihilation.
Although the Demon Lord was extremely evil when he was alive, he was truly kind to Tingyun.
The key point is that without the Demon Lord, his disciple began to plan to commit suicide for love. If it were not for the fact that scolding someone after their death was immoral, the Taoist spirit would have scolded him as a vixen.
Vixen!
…
This time, there was no more sound of explosions in the forging room.
The entire refining process lasts for 49 days without a break. The long sword that can be used to break through the gate of heaven is called the Heavenly Sword, and its quality must be of the highest grade.
The day when the ninth-tier long sword was born happened to be the day when Dao Ling successfully advanced to the state of silence with his crippled body.
Ninety-nine and eighty-one purple sky thunders, lightning bolts as thick as bowls came one after another, not even giving the enemy a chance to breathe.
After the thunder stopped, the heavy lead clouds dispersed and the sky suddenly became bright.
The dark clouds retreated and the sky became clear and transparent in a few breaths, and then turned fiery red in the blink of an eye. The rosy glow filled the entire sky, and the remaining clouds in the sky were like burning fireworks, shining brightly.
Birds and beasts from somewhere were crying loudly, and the sounds of response came from the mountains and forests, one after another, as if playing a melody that no one could understand.
Within one day, the human race produced a ninth-tier divine weapon and a new powerful person in the realm of Silence.
Daoming and Daoxin were not to be outdone, and they had worked hard over the past few days and had managed to reach a new level. At least their lifespans could be extended by several decades, and they would even have a chance to catch their breath.
They did not have the same perception as the Taoist spirits, but they kept thinking in their hearts that it was not right for the devil to fall three times because of them, and finally end up being separated from his lover and being reborn in loneliness.
That shouldn't be the case.
If there is no peaceful soul in the body under the abyss, then it is not impossible to explore the underworld.
Dao Ling had already led his people to the Endless Abyss, and Dao Ming was the only one waiting in front of the forge room.
At this time, he was pacing back and forth in Yunfeng Pavilion, feeling a little uneasy.
The Yunfeng Pavilion is very large, with clean and simple decoration. In the south corner there is a wooden cabinet covering the entire wall. Various materials are placed there, which are all the materials that Xie Tingyun usually uses to refine magic tools.
Daoming paced back and forth feeling a little uneasy. He raised his eyes inadvertently and saw a rattan chair next to the wooden cabinet. There were several layers of soft cushions on it, and a person was lying quietly inside.
When Daoming saw the face of the person who looked like he was sleeping, he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. His pupils shrank and he subconsciously muttered, "...Little friend Ning?!"
However, the person on the wicker chair did not give any response.
He closed his eyes, silent and quiet as if he was asleep, his face still sharp and handsome. A few beams of sunlight from the window shone down and fell right on his profile, casting an elongated shadow on his long crow-feather-like eyelashes.
Ning Chen was wearing the pure white clothing of a Liuyun Sect disciple. He no longer had the oppressive feeling he had when he was wearing the gilded black clothing. Instead, he looked like a proud and arrogant disciple who had fallen asleep lazily.
“…”
Daoming stood there frozen for an unknown amount of time, tentatively moving his consciousness toward the rattan chair.
It was not until he used his spiritual sense to investigate that Daoming suddenly realized that the person on the rattan chair was not a living person at all.
It was a lifeless wooden puppet.
Daoming inexplicably felt a sense of loss in his heart.
When he saw this wooden puppet that looked no different from Ning Chen himself, he almost thought that nothing had happened. Little friend Ning was still the little tail that followed Tingyun every day with a lazy look. He didn't look like a diligent disciple at all. One look at him made people want to find Ah Chao to use his talent of backtracking to check whether this guy was slacking off today.
...I heard that Achao was rescued by Tingyun and Ning Xiaoyou. Fortunately, Achao had already closed himself off a month ago in order to purify the resentment of his parents since they became earth-bound spirits.
Otherwise, what would a little kid like him do if he had to face such a tragic situation again?
Daoming stood in front of the puppet, and only when the distance got closer could he see the subtle traces of repair on the puppet.
Those were the holes in the ghost realm left after being pierced countless times by the demon king's vines. Now they have been repaired one by one, and the whole puppet was placed in a corner next to the wooden cabinet, covered with a soft blanket, like a beautiful still painting.
How wonderful it would be if that were true.
Daoming sighed softly, turned around and left.
Now that the Heavenly Sword has been refined, Xie Tingyun has done almost everything.
The gate to heaven cannot be found easily, nor can it be split open easily once found.
That would be another fierce battle, and Dao Ling had already strictly instructed him to keep an eye on Xie Tingyun and not let him seek death now. The matter of opening the Heavenly Gate would just allow Dao Ling to test out the strength of the newly-introduced Jiemie.
As an old fellow who was about to die, now that his old injuries have healed and he has plenty of time to live, it's time for him to do something to take revenge on Tianmen, whom he disliked.
Over tens of millions of years, the spiritual energy of the human world has gradually dried up, and the threshold for ascension has become higher and higher. In the past ten thousand years, there have been no examples of ascension.
Immortals do not care about worldly affairs and are free and easy, so they can save themselves.
All they need is some spiritual power from the fairy world. According to historical records, the thing that the fairy world lacks the least is spiritual power.
It is a fairyland that is even more free and easy than the Utopia.
Therefore, they just want some spiritual power to enrich the human world. Those immortals should not be so stingy.
The strange sound of the Heavenly Sword's birth had completely dissipated, but the door to the forging room was still not opened. Xie Tingyun was still inside, and no one knew what was going on.
Daoming frowned and asked, "Tingyun? Are you okay, Tingyun?"
After an unknown amount of time, there was still no movement inside.
Daoming suddenly panicked and instinctively tried to force his way in. However, the next moment, he heard Xie Tingyun say, "...Uncle Master, I'm fine."
“…”
Daoming kicked the door of the forging room open with a bang.
He saw the Nine-Level Divine Sword that he had just successfully refined casually stuck in the ground. Xie Tingyun was half-kneeling on the ground, with blood in his palms, flowing through his fingers and arms all over the ground.
Daoming's face changed suddenly, his tense nerves snapped instantly, his body responded before his brain, and he went up and held down Xie Tingyun.
He subconsciously stood between Tianjian and Xie Tingyun to prevent Xie Tingyun from using the sword to do anything to him.
In fact, Daoming felt that he was almost late. After all, if Daoming didn't come in, he didn't know what Xie Tingyun would do to him! !
Xie Tingyun had experienced the war between the two tribes earlier, and was already exhausted and had not yet recovered from his injuries. He was also mentally traumatized by Ning Chen's fall. Now he was working non-stop to refine the Heavenly Sword, and he had reached his limit.
Everything in front of his eyes was blurry and his vision was dizzy. Blood and gas surged up in his throat several times, but Xie Tingyun swallowed them all with an expressionless face.
Xie Tingyun wanted to raise his hand to pinch his brow, but the moment he moved his left hand, he felt a piercing pain. Daoming held his right hand as if he was guarding against thieves, and he couldn't pull it free.
Xie Tingyun spoke in a hoarse voice, "Uncle Master... I'm really fine. I just felt a little dizzy, so I wanted to grab the sword to wake myself up."
He paused for a moment, then said softly: "Uncle Master, don't worry, I won't seek death before the Heavenly Gate opens."
However, this Heavenly Sword was indeed of ninth-grade quality, with an extremely sharp blade. Xie Tingyun only lightly grasped it, and a large amount of blood began to flow out of his palm, with the eerie white bones clearly visible in the wound.
Xie Tingyun was now somewhat exhausted, and his spiritual energy had been used up, so he couldn't stop the bleeding at all. He just stared at the flesh in his hand that had been cut, and the blood that was still gushing out, all over the floor.
Drops of warm blood dripped from the palm of his hand. Xie Tingyun was still wearing the same clothes that Ning Chen wore when he died. The large patches of dried brown blood were shocking to the eyes. Now new blood covered them and soaked the clothes again.
Xie Tingyun's eyes slowly fell on the pool of blood on the ground, and his pupils began to shrink unconsciously.
A bloody hole on the chest. A scar like a ditch on the palm.
Dripping blood.
A pool of blood.
How similar this scene was, that nightmarish scene once again appeared in front of Xie Tingyun's eyes.
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!)
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