Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Snake...
Ming Yueyi looked up at the activated magic circle, and looked at the young man opposite with a bloody scar on his face, wondering if his body could withstand it now.
When she took out the hair and turned the snow ling into a sword, she couldn't help but ask him curiously, "Big Brother, I've always been curious, how does the mutant demon poison in the Futu Sea feel on you?"
She had always heard that the demon poison would be like a maggot on the tarsal bone that could not be shaken off, rotting from deep within. The only way to suppress it was to continuously absorb the spiritual energy in the spirit stone. The more he absorbed, the bigger his appetite became, until he felt it was not enough all the time, and finally he fell into the path of demonism. So she gave him a lot of spirit stones over the years.
And this kind of training method where he becomes increasingly hungry as time goes by, yet he hasn't turned into a demon yet, really makes her very curious.
As usual, she looked puzzled, but each time she struck him with her sword, she aimed it at the wounded part, not to kill him, but just enough to prevent the thunder from striking.
He Wujiu blocked her lingering sword intent, and in the interim, he smiled, his handsome face as if covered in a painted skin. "If you're curious, you can lift up my clothes and take a look."
Ming Yueyi was too lazy to practice Tai Chi with him, so his body movements left strange afterimages, and lightning flashed from his fingertips along with the sword energy.
This was the speed she developed when she was struck by lightning. It was so fast that He Wujiu was overwhelmed and was stabbed through by her sword without realizing it.
He Wujiu, no matter how calm he was, showed a trace of emotion. He sealed the wound on his waist and stared calmly at the second sword she was about to thrust: "Junior sister, are you really going to kill me?"
"Are you going to play with me, senior brother?" Mingyueyi thought the expression on his face was ridiculous, and swept the Xueling across.
The sky gradually changed color.
He Wujiu also took real action, raising his sword to cut off her sword energy. He glanced at the thunder coming from the distance and warned her, "Junior sister, you can't kill me."
Everyone is alive and will die, there is nothing that cannot be killed.
Mingyueyi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly, not wanting to say anything more to him, and raised his sword to meet him.
Now that He Wujiu is injured, it is still difficult to kill him. In addition, once the heavenly thunder senses that his life is in danger, it will strike him. Mingyueyi cannot get close to him at all and was even struck by the heavenly thunder.
She took a few steps back, stuck her sword into the ground, spat out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and looked calmly at the young man not far away.
It still didn't work. He was injured so badly that as soon as the slightest murderous intent approached, the thunder would strike him, and it was impossible to get close at all.
He Wujiu seemed to know that she couldn't get close to him, so he smiled slowly and tilted his head lazily to appreciate her current embarrassment.
Ming Yueyi's strength was almost exhausted by the thunder from the sky. She barely avoided his sword, but was then hit by his sword again, and her wedding dress was quickly soaked through.
No, if this continues, sooner or later I will be sacrificed to the sword.
It seems that we have to change the approach.
Ming Yueyi propped up her shaky body, her long hair wet by the melted snow, sticking to her pale cheeks in a messy manner, and she looked at him with indifference.
"Junior sister, are you tired?" He Wujiu smiled and stopped his attack.
"Well, I'm tired. Senior brother, let's try another way of sparring." Mingyueyi smiled at him, as if the life-and-death fight between the two of them just now was just an ordinary sparring.
He Wujiu put away his sword and responded lovingly, "Okay, Junior Sister, how would you like to spar?"
Ming Yueyi leaned against the broken stone pillar and said, "Big Brother, I have no strength left. I surrender. You can kill me or chop me up as you please."
The bloodstains on her fair skin were coagulated, and she looked at him with slightly red eyes and panting, looking pitiful as if she had been severely bullied.
He Wujiu looked at her like this, and some indescribable emotions arose in his heart. Then he walked towards her.
He leaned over and lifted her thin chin, and suddenly said, "Junior sister, I can't help but kill you."
Ming Yueyi raised her head and looked at him. When he said this, she suddenly smiled. She turned her eyes to look at the sacrificial sword formation around her and said with a smile, "Is this what Senior Brother meant by not killing?"
The sword sacrifice formation had been properly prepared, but he pretended not to kill her.
He Wujiu didn't look at the sword formation, but stared at her little face and said, "The formation is not meant to kill you, but to let them sacrifice the sword on your behalf."
This sentence seemed to have a hidden meaning. Mingyueyi was stunned. Then he looked at the young man in front of him intently, wondering what he meant by this sentence.
He pinched her chin and shook it gently, his tone as gentle as usual: "Junior sister, you will not be sacrificed to the sword."
Mingyueyi stared at him and found that he looked serious.
He Wujiu really didn't seem to intend to kill her to prove his truth.
Then why did he use the sect competition to form a pact and gather all the cultivators in Qingyun Sect together?
A subtle thought flashed through her mind, and she suddenly asked him curiously, "Brother, are you really not going to kill me this time?"
"I won't kill you." He Wujiu chuckled, leaned over and touched her nose affectionately with his tall nose, coaxing her softly: "I like you very much, Junior Sister. I will kill everyone else but you. As long as you are obedient, I will form a pact with you and become your Taoist partner, and then ascend together."
Such disgusting words.
Ming Yueyi was utterly disgusted, retching and spitting out coldly, "You're so disgusting."
He Wujiu looked at her disgusted expression, and the smile on his lips faded. After a moment, he said, "Junior sister, you are very cute. I really like you."
He really liked Ming Yueyi, so much so that he felt numb during the long days of cultivating immortals after her death. No matter how many years passed, he would often think of the day she died.
It was snowing heavily that day, and she asked, why her?
Every word she spoke shed tears, and the love in her eyes turned cold, forming a resentment that he could not understand.
He Wujiu stared into her deep pupils and whispered, "Junior sister, I will use these people to avenge you."
Mingyueyi raised his head with a strange look on his face.
The empty altar covered with snow reflected the emptiness and coldness in the young man's eyes.
He Wujiu said, "Junior sister, from now on you and I will cultivate together. This time I will take you to ascend with me."
He had walked this path once and knew how to cultivate the fastest, so this time she would follow him to ascend to become a god and live forever with him for a long time.
What else did Mingyueyi not understand now? It turned out that He Wujiu was also reborn, but he was not reborn continuously like her and was trapped in reincarnation. Instead, he was reborn after she was sacrificed to the sword.
No wonder she always felt that He Wujiu was different in this life. She had long disliked drinking and bamboo shoots, but he could not remember and still thought she liked them every time.
I just don’t know when He Wujiu was reborn, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
Ming Yueyi raised her face, her cheeks covered in white snow, almost transparent. Her thick eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, and her eyes revealed a vulnerability wrapped in sweetness. "Is what you said true, Senior Brother?"
He Wujiu stared at her face for a few moments.
At this moment, the junior sister is very fragile, like a mayfly that only lives for one day, or an ant that can be easily stepped on to death. Even though she is so fragile, he likes her.
"Yes." He nodded with a smile.
Ming Yueyi raised her hand and stroked his violently beating chest, and asked him softly, "Why can't I hear your true heart? Can you show me your true heart? Junior Brother always shows me his heart, it's true."
He Wujiu frowned slightly: "I am not a demon. My heart is my life. If I take it out, I will not be able to live forever with my junior sister."
Mingyueyi lowered her crimson lips: "Brother, you are lying. You are not sincere at all."
As her words fell, her five fingers pierced his chest sharply with spiritual power, trying to catch his beating heart.
He Wujiu grabbed her hand, a thin smile in his eyes, and said calmly: "Junior sister, give up. You can't kill me."
"Really?" Ming Yueyi sighed softly, a look of disappointment flashing across his brows. Then, with a curious blink, he asked with a smile, "Then Senior Brother, your own sword intent can't kill him?"
He Wujiu raised the corners of his lips and was about to speak when he suddenly heard her turn her wrist.
Puff——
The dagger hidden in his sleeve stabbed into He Wujiu's chest.
When the sword intent pierced his chest with the dagger, he seemed to hear the sound of his spiritual roots being cut off.
He Wujiu's face froze, and his fingertips that were holding her loosened with a trembling sound, then he frowned and covered his aching chest.
Mingyueyi cut off one of his spiritual roots, intending to try to get more benefits from him while he was sick.
When He Wujiu let go of his hand, Tiandao realized that his life was in danger, and sent down a huge thunder that fell directly on Mingyueyi.
He didn't even have time to stop it, and could only watch as a trail of ash was left on the ground after the thunder.
She didn't even leave behind a complete body, it was just like that... shattered by the thunder from the sky.
Dead.
Mingyueyi died. Before he died, he grabbed half of his heart and shattered it together when the lightning struck.
He Wujiu covered his chest, which was missing half of his heart, and felt his cultivation slipping away. He knelt on the ground and stared blankly at the ashes in front of him.
The snow covered it, and the ashes froze into a ball of black ice that could not be blown away by the wind or wet by the rain.
Mingyueyi is dead.
But... why did he still die?
He knew that the current heaven would not let him die, so he was fearless. He admired Mingyueyi's stubbornness in a funny way, and then slowly cut off her pride and imprisoned her like a swallow in a cage.
It was like being reborn, watching her clumsy actions driven by admiration, watching her let the world know that she adored him, and he held it all in his grasp.
But he clearly had no intention of using her as a sacrifice to his sword, so why did he still die?
The snow falling from the sky landed on his heart, as if his broken heart was beating slowly because of the pain.
He Wujiu looked down at his shattered body, and once again recalled the day when he met Ming Yueyi in his previous life.
He thought he had forgotten, but actually he remembered that it was a day with heavy snow.
He was the first disciple accepted by Taoist Master Juezhen before he became the master of a peak. Because he was the son of an old friend, Taoist Master Juezhen still accepted him even though he was a waste.
Until Daojun Juezhen became the master of Fenjing Peak, he was still regarded as a waste by the people. In order to get rid of the title of waste, he devoted himself to cultivation.
Finally, his hard work paid off. He went from being a useless person that everyone laughed at to becoming a sword-cultivating genius that only appears once in hundreds of years. However, he did not become lazy because of this, but instead practiced even harder.
But the master said that the ruthless way he practiced had been around for a thousand years and no one had ascended to heaven. If one wanted to break through the sword way, one had to kill the root of love.
Until one day he learned from his master that his ancestors had predicted that a great demon would come to the world. He followed his master to the mortal world to eliminate the demon and met Ming Yueyi.
She was the calamity he had chosen for his monastic life, and the master acquiesced, taking her back to let him personally educate her.
Later, as his master had hoped, he killed Ming Yueyi, but he failed to ascend to heaven.
But at that time he had already cut off his emotional roots and could not fall in love with Mingyueyi at all, so he could not achieve the path of ruthlessness.
His junior sister died because of him, so in order not to let her down, he practiced harder than usual and finally ascended to the upper realm with the ruthless way.
It was during his ascension that he discovered that the upper realm was empty. His cultivation had become the food of Heaven. During those years, he endured the pain of feeding Heaven, and it took him countless more years to fight back, break Heaven and become a god.
Later, he broke the way of heaven, became a god, and fell in love. He always thought back to the day when Mingyueyi died.
But the days of becoming a god are also lonely.
He was so lonely that he kept remembering that day long ago.
Fortunately, one day he opened his eyes again and returned to two years ago when his junior sister was sacrificed with the sword. This time he would not kill Mingyueyi, but would take her to ascend with him.
After his rebirth, he planned step by step, just to kill those who asked him to kill his wife to prove his truth today.
He Wujiu stood in front of the frozen ashes, looking confused for the first time in his life.
When Mingyueyi died, it was a snowy winter, just like today.
It turns out that if he didn't love Mingyueyi, she would die, and if he loved Mingyueyi, she would still die.
He bent down and carefully scooped up the ashes, whispering, "Junior Sister, even if you die now, don't be afraid. I will cultivate to the Great Dao again and come back to find you."
The snow was falling heavily, and the cold snowflakes fell on his fingers and formed thick ice on his eyelashes.
The magic weapons in the sky moved with the formation. The originally obsessed people in the hall all showed expressions of pain. The leader, Daoist Lord Juezhen, vaguely came back to his senses in the pain and saw that the young man on the altar was surrounded by golden light, like a false god, but he was greedily absorbing the cultivation in everyone's bodies for his own use.
"Wujiu, what are you doing!" Daojun was horrified and wanted to stop it, but he found that he was also deeply trapped in the sacrificial formation and could not move at all, and even his voice could not be heard.
The formation was set up by Taoist Master Juezhen, and he should have been able to break it, but the countless divine artifacts in the sky were not his doing. The formation was strengthened to the extreme, and even he was not immune, becoming a nutrient for others on their path of cultivation.
Anyone whose cultivation is absorbed will explode and die. Soon, the surrounding area will be filled with bloody body parts.
Until it was the turn of Juezhen Daojun.
He Wujiu stopped smoking and slowly stood in front of Taoist Master Juezhen, his upright brows lowered and his eyes flushed with pity.
Daoist Master Juezhen saw his thin lips moving, and his voice, as usual, was filled with the respect and love of a disciple.
He said, "Master, I'm sorry. You shouldn't die now, but my spiritual roots have been severed by my junior sister, so my cultivation will be slow. Before she died, she also destroyed half of my heart, so my cultivation will regress significantly. In order to survive and to clean up the mess I'm in, I need you to form a bond with me, so I've absorbed their cultivation and gone astray. And for the sake of justice, I've imprisoned you in the Demon Locking Tower to provide you with the nutrients you need for your cultivation."
"You have compassion for the people, so you will definitely agree to sacrifice, right?" He Wujiu raised his hand and reached into the formation, his fingertips pointed at the old face of Taoist Juezhen, and sucked away his cultivation.
Daoist Master Juezhen's face was grimacing with pain: "You will suffer the consequences sooner or later if you continue to cultivate this evil way."
He smiled and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Master. I will keep it in mind and won't make the same mistake again next time."
The formation ended and the wind and snow stopped.
Those who were blocked from entering due to their low cultivation level witnessed with their own eyes how the chief disciple of Fenjing Peak sacrificed his own family for the sake of justice and personally eliminated the possessed Daoist Lord Juezhen.
Because of this sect competition, and the pact between the direct disciples of Daoist Lord Juezhen, all the major sects not only sent their best disciples, but some even received letters from Daoist Lord Juezhen and came in person. Who knew it was going to be a grand sacrificial banquet.
All the major sects suffered heavy losses at once, and the losses were so severe that Zhu Yan, the lord of Futu Sea, learned of it and sent out his monsters. An unprecedented monster wave broke out in the sect.
Many cultivators were parasitized by monsters from the Futu Sea. All major sects united to resist this tide of monsters, and the entire cultivation world was almost in danger of extinction.
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