Chapter 73 Neither Demon nor Immortal 13
"Wu Ling" gently pulled out the sword in his hand, watched Yan Xi slowly close his eyes, and his body fell backwards, with endless blood flowing from his back.
The candlelight illuminated the face of the "Black Spirit". The young face was slowly distorted, and finally froze in a blurry state where nothing could be seen clearly.
He stood up slowly, his white clothes flowing like a galaxy.
He turned and walked away, and the candle went out.
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The ancient demon appears.
The world is in chaos.
From the west to the east, from the south to the north, the sky of the entire continent was torn apart.
The earth cracked open, and countless monsters from the abyss emerged from underneath. Within a day, countless people died and were injured, and the world was reduced to purgatory.
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Before offering sacrifice to heaven.
Wu Ling's feet were empty and he fell into Leng Shansheng's trap.
After an unknown amount of time, the snow and wind began to fly again, the light disappeared, and the black spirit fell straight into the bottomless abyss.
The black spirit finally landed on a pitch-black platform. There was nothing around him, and no one knew how big it was. There was only a dim light around him.
He gripped the sword tightly in his hand and looked around vigilantly. Who knows how many unknown enemies are hiding in this dangerous darkness.
Suddenly——
A gasp sounded behind his ears, Wu Ling's heart tensed, and he swung his sword behind him without hesitation.
There was a flash of blood, and then the head of a monster with its eyes open rolled to his feet.
Wu Ling took a glance, and the next moment, an endless stream of monsters with bared fangs and claws rushed out from the darkness and attacked him...
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I don't know how long the battle lasted, until all the demons were killed, Wu Ling finally had a moment to rest.
Those monsters had no means of attack, but their numbers were so numerous that they looked like a swarm of ants.
His spiritual power was completely used up, and he was exhausted. He half-knelt on the ground, supporting his body with the spiritual sword.
There was a river of blood all around, all the monsters died under his sword.
At this moment, he suddenly felt dizzy, the images in front of him began to distort, and a pain exploded in his mind.
Wu Ling threw away the sword in his hand, covered his aching head, and stood up staggeringly. After a while, the pain disappeared and he opened his eyes again.
ah--
The scene in front of him became clear again, making Wu Ling's blood freeze, and he subconsciously clenched his hands.
Aaaaaaaaaaaa——!!
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He thought he had arrived in hell.
In this dim space, the corpses of dead mortals were scattered all over the place. From the clothes they wore, it could be seen that most of them were indigenous people from the North. They were gathered together for unknown reasons, and now they all died at the hands of the black spirits. Those simple faces were now filled with fear and they died with their eyes open.
How could this happen?
Why, didn't he kill only the monsters that attacked him?
No...
Not true.
Wu Ling covered his head again, and the scene just now began to flash through his mind uncontrollably.
After seeing those images again, Wu Ling realized that the monster's movements did not seem to attack him at all, but rather like it was being chased by something and had to ask him for help. However, he was completely unaware and killed them all as monsters.
A sound of breaking was heard, Wu Ling looked over and saw a broken fantasy stone falling from the sky. He looked at the stone blankly, and suddenly understood everything in an instant. Someone had blinded his five senses and deceived his eyes, causing him to kill so many innocent people with his own hands.
Wu Ling felt like he was going crazy, his inner demons were lurking in the dark, his consciousness became fuzzy, and in a trance, he heard a huge roar, and a huge hidden formation lit up all around him in an instant.
There was a huge hole on the top of his head, and sunlight shone through.
The complex and obscure patterns rise all the way up into the sky.
The blood around the black spirit was absorbed by the array patterns.
Snowflakes began to fall, and the ground shook all around. It was not known whether it was because the demons in his mind were too deep, or the blood on his forehead flowed into his eyes, but the whole world in front of Wu Ling's eyes was shaking in a sea of blood-red.
He stared at all this in a daze, his mind was blank, unable to think, just filled with screams and pain.
How could he be so confused?
In this ocean, he vaguely saw a figure walking towards him. It was Leng Shansheng, but he no longer had the strength to dodge and could only stare blankly at him as he walked towards him.
"Junior brother."
The man had a sneer on his face. He walked slowly in and came in front of Wu Ling until the two were very close, almost forehead to forehead. He admired the despair and collapse on Wu Ling's face for a while, then he curled up a sneer and slowly moved his right arm forward.
There was a sharp pain in my abdomen.
Wu Ling lowered his head to see that Leng Shansheng had inserted his entire arm into the defenseless Wu Ling's stomach.
A handful of blood spurted out of Wu Ling's mouth, and his body trembled continuously due to the severe pain.
He stretched out his hand to try to stop Leng Shansheng's movements in his belly, but just as he had this intention, several chains extended from all sides, wrapped around his body, and bound him firmly in place. He was unable to move, and Leng Shansheng could only continue searching inside his body.
After a moment, Leng Shansheng paused, then he slowly took out his arm.
Not caring about the black spirit that fell to the ground due to his injuries, Leng Shansheng slowly spread out his palm, revealing what was in his hand.
It was a crystal clear bead.
Having achieved his goal, Leng Shansheng no longer lingered.
As he turned around, there was another earthquake around him, but the black spirits could not feel it. He could only stand there in a daze, watching Leng Shansheng's back as he walked away.
The darkness fell and he could see nothing.
In the darkness, some scattered memories from the past thousands of years slowly emerged in his mind.
He recalled that when his master accepted him as his disciple, he had praised him for being born to practice swordsmanship despite his mediocre qualifications.
It turns out that it was because he had been wielding a sword for the God in his previous life.
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The darkness slowly faded away.
Large patches of scarlet color covered the entire screen.
The sounds of fighting and shouting on the battlefield gradually stopped.
A tall man wearing black armor and half of his body covered in blood stood on the battlefield. He held a magic weapon in his hand and pointed his sword at the 100,000 heavenly soldiers. He shouted arrogantly, "I have come here alone and killed countless of your heavenly soldiers and generals. It seems that we are about to attack the palace of the gods. Why haven't you seen your gods come out yet? Is it true that Mitian is dead as the legend says?"
He spoke so brazenly, but the countless gods and generals standing on the other side just looked at him quietly without saying anything to stop him.
At this moment, a white figure came out from the path made clear by the crowd. He walked neither fast nor slow, his long robe with wide sleeves fluttering in the wind. He had no defensive magic weapon on his body. He only held a thin sword in his hand and landed lightly in front of the Demon Lord.
He lowered his eyes to the ground, and introduced himself as usual before starting a battle, "Your Highness, I am Wu Wei, the Lord of Tiansheng Palace."
The Demon Lord glanced at him and did not say anything. He just swept the magic weapon in his hand, and then a rolling wave of air rushed towards the immortal in white.
The murderous aura was as sharp as a knife, and the strands of hair on Bai Xian's forehead were blown up. He raised his eyes, and strands of light flowed in his pupils. He raised his sword and counterattacked with a very ordinary move, but his momentum was like a rainbow and he killed the Demon Lord directly.
Upon seeing this, Demon Lord Suyuan put away the contemptuous look on his face and turned his attention to dealing with this opponent.
The demon and the immortal started fighting in front of the Tiansheng Palace as if no one was around. After a few rounds, the number one sword immortal in the Tiansheng Palace was injured by the demon and vomited blood.
Wu Wei's sword was broken, his body could hardly support itself, and half of his spiritual veins were infected by demonic energy, but he still stood firmly in front of Tiansheng Palace and refused to retreat even a single step.
"You are really a good dog of Mitian." Su Yuan mocked him again upon seeing this, and just stretched out his hand, intending to seize the immortal bone of the number one sword immortal in Tiansheng Palace.
At this moment, a sigh sounded in the air.
"Mitian?" Suyuan forgot what he was doing and immediately looked around. "You are fine. If you are still alive, why are you hiding and refusing to see me?"
But the voice did not reply to him, so Suyuan said again, "Why don't you come out? If you don't come out today, I will kill all your heavenly soldiers for that day. If you don't come out for a year, I will slaughter everyone in heaven and earth until blood flows like a river. Are you still going to stand by and watch, and refuse to come out?"
As he said this, the expression on Suyuan's face turned gloomy, no longer as relaxed as before.
After a long while, a vague figure appeared in front of everyone. At a glance, Su Yuan knew that he was Mitian.
After watching for a while, the shadow slowly disappeared.
Suyuan had a gloomy face and left without saying a word.
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In Tiansheng Palace, Mitian treated the seriously injured Wu Wei.
After the treatment, he did not leave immediately, but slowly stood up and walked to the side, saying, "Wu Wei, I will not be here for a while, maybe I need you to help me with something."
"Lord God, is something going to happen?" Wu Wei was greatly shocked. Since he entered Tiansheng Palace, he had never seen the Lord God leave here.
"I'm doomed."
He stood up and walked to the lotus pond. Looking at the peaceful water, Mitian lowered his jade-white fingers and gently stirred the water. Slowly, the scene of the human world began to appear in the pond. "You know, I was born from the vision of thousands of living beings. I live and die together with this continent. Now the human world is about to be in trouble. I can't find a way to solve it. I decided to shed my shell and go to the West to seek a way to save the world."
"Is it necessary to do so?" Wu Wei didn't quite understand.
"That's all there is to it."
"If you, Lord God, were not here, I would protect Tiansheng Palace even at the cost of my life." Wu Wei stood up and said firmly.
But Miten just chuckled, then reached out and took out a sword and handed it to Wu Wei personally.
"Your Majesty, you can't do that. This is yours..." Wu Wei was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was the natal sword of Lord Mitian.
Mitian stopped him and said, "I haven't used the sword for many years. Zhenmo is a good sword spirit, and a good sword should be matched with the first sword fairy."
"No way..." Wu Wei still shook his head.
"Don't resist me."
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God...
Wu Ling thought in a trance.
After Zhenmo handed the throne to him, Lord Mitian descended from the Samsara Pond to the mortal world. So Wu Wei and Zhenmo guarded Mitian's body with one sword each, while pretending that Mitian was still there to scare away the demons from all directions.
But Mitian never came back.
One day, the demon suddenly became extremely anxious. Wu Wei asked it what was wrong, but it didn't say anything and just gestured anxiously.
Mitian, Mitian, it wants to find Mitian.
"What happened to the God?" Wu Wei immediately asked anxiously.
But the demon stopped explaining and turned around and rushed out of the temple. However, he didn't run far before he was bounced back by a barrier.
What?
Zhenmo stared at the barrier that suddenly appeared outside Tiansheng Palace, unable to understand it.
Wu Wei, who ran out after him, knew what was going on.
The demons secretly colluded with each other, intending to break through the Nine Heavens and occupy the Tiansheng Palace. Before they arrived, they had secretly set up this barrier in advance to restrict their entry and exit.
Damn it.
If Mitian was here, they would definitely not dare to do this. Who spread the news that the God had left?
Thinking of this, Wu Wei turned around and ran into the hall.
No matter what the demons' purpose is, he must not let the God's body fall into their control. Before they attack, he must transfer Mitian's body away.
But it was too late.
By the time he rushed over, the enemy, whose face he could no longer see, had found Mitian.
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"Lord God!" Wu Wei was shocked as he watched the body shell lightly fall into the Samsara Pond. He immediately flew up to catch the shell. Another attack came from the left. He had no time to react and had to use his body to block the attack.
Following the force of this palm, he fell into the reincarnation pool with Mitian's body.
But the pursuer refused to let him go and came after him aggressively. Wu Wei hugged Mi Tian tightly. He watched helplessly as the enemy caught up with him, unable to make a move to resist.
At this moment, a black shadow rushed over and blocked Wu Wei.
It is a demon slayer.
It perished together with the enemy, but the indestructible blade broke in two in front of Wu Wei.
Wu Ling only caught half of it, but watched the other half disappear in front of him.
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"Do you know how to kill a god?"
In the darkness, a cold voice suddenly sounded.
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Take away his faith.
To seize his body,
Finally, it consumes his soul.
He is an omnipotent demon who has no form but can transform into any form.
Although he is in the dark, he is manipulating the people on the stage invisibly.
It seemed that even the heavens approved of his actions, and everything he wanted to do went smoothly.
No matter how he plotted against Mitian, forcing him to reincarnate and wander in the human world for a thousand years and twenty lifetimes, he had never been found by the messengers of his temple.
Whether it was stealing the body and causing Wu Wei to fall, or finally he put on a disguise and took the position. No god in the Tiansheng Palace could detect his disguise as Mitian, and even the demons he deceived thought they saw Mitian himself and fled.
He sat on that position openly, and this identity was extremely useful. He didn't need to do anything, and could deceive everyone with just a corner of his clothes.
But it is not enough. As long as Mitian is alive, he will never be able to take away his things.
There is no way to become a true god.
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So he went back to the mortal world and planned all the grievances, joys and sorrows of the past thousand years.
Let him be a mortal first, let him experience all kinds of hardships, joys, sorrows, anger and happiness in his initial life as a human being, and finally when he finally discovers some fun in his trivial mortal life, take away all the gifts given by God.
His family was destroyed and he became homeless.
Then he was allowed to step into the Immortal Sect, which was another world he had never seen before. He was allowed to live in a lonely place, be admired by thousands of people, and experience being the center of attention. Then, when he was slowly adapting to this change, he was allowed to fall into the mud again.
Let him turn into mud, and everyone will come up and step on him.
It's like hell, life is worse than death.
Imprisoned by his former friends.
Bullied by the people he protected.
Betrayed by a subordinate whom he trusted.
This is so much.
So what if he is God.
Is his will really indestructible?