Chapter 90 Chapter 90 The Origin of Snake
He was born from chaos and gained consciousness when the world was still a pale chaos. At that time, he was an eye, a ball of unclear fog. He watched the heaven and earth form rules and create living things that walk upright.
He wanted to blend in, but because he was just a shadow with no substance, he always scared everything. As time went by, he felt bored and just lay in the snow-capped mountains, letting the snow cover him so that he could not see clearly.
Later, the Milky Way rotated, and upright living creatures that were born called themselves humans. Humans created writing and language with their own defined levels of hierarchy. Those people used the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to guide themselves.
Later, this group of people were called monks and monsters.
He was still sleeping in the snow, and gradually he took shape, transforming from the mist into a beautiful young man with a human body and a snake tail.
The day the boy acquired his physical form, he was found from the ice and snow.
He was discovered by a group of top monks among humans.
The snow-capped mountains were covered in white. The sunlight illuminated the young man's fair skin and beautiful hair. His naked body and snake-tailed figure were inhuman. He was entangled on the icicle like a demon, and his hair fell to the ground like long black silk.
The boy opened his scarlet eyes and looked at the weak ones coiled around the icicle.
The monks who were going through tribulations around him were so shocked by his appearance that they couldn't recover for a long time, until someone said that the spiritual energy around him was magnificent and that eating it could make one immortal.
At that time, there was no theism in the world, nor were there any distinctions between realms. Everyone only knew that by absorbing the spiritual power of heaven and earth, they would be stronger than ordinary people, have sharp eyes and ears, be less prone to aging, and have a longer lifespan. Therefore, monks yearned for immortality that was as long as the heavens throughout their lives.
The young man full of spiritual power is undoubtedly the immortal soul and body.
Intense greed flashed in the eyes of those monks, and they swarmed over with swords drawn. However, the weak ones were turned into powder before they could even get close to the boy. A gentle breeze blew them away in the ice and snow, leaving only the boy alone.
The boy fell from the icicle and imitated the monks' expressions: greed, surprise, smile, fear, and he was having a lot of fun like a child who knew nothing.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't speak. He only remembered that those people opened their mouths and made a hissing sound with their lips stained with ice and snow.
After learning the human expression, he began to walk out of the snow-capped mountains.
That day, he was naked with long hair, swimming in the snow with a snake's tail, and met the seven human monks again.
The galaxy sank and then brightened, and when I saw him again, a hundred years had passed on earth.
In the damp alley, when the boy crawled out of the snake's belly, he already had the most perfect body and beauty in the world.
While he was eating the snake corpse, a mortal fell from the wall behind him.
He sat on his long hair covered in snake blood and slowly turned his head. However, because he was not used to the human body, he could not control the appropriate direction. His whole beautiful head was distorted inhumanly. His pupils, which gradually turned from red to black, stared kindly at the person who had just fallen, and his abdomen made a boyish sound.
This is the mansion they gave me. Are you my parents?
The mortal was frightened to death.
Ming Yueyi watched him recognize the mortal as his parents, but after scaring the mortal to death, he swam towards the corpse and swallowed it whole.
After swallowing the corpse, he climbed up the wall like a human and lived in the attic, waiting day after day like a prisoner until the attic door was kicked open and he was taken out of the attic.
When Mingyueyi could see clearly again later, the world seemed to have been reset.
The boy reappeared in the wet alley, frantically crawling out of the snake's belly.
This time he was different from before. Not only could he speak, but he was also wearing a beautifully embroidered wedding gown and running towards a place with a purpose, his eyes full of excitement and anticipation.
The place we are going to is Mingfu.
No matter what he was looking for or what he was asking in Ming Mansion, everyone just shook their heads.
He was disappointed and ate them.
The world was reset once again, and he began to repeat and search boringly day after day.
One day, after he had eaten those people, he suddenly sat by the pool, biting the knuckles of his slender index finger, his eyes filled with tears, staring at the water, wondering what he was thinking.
Until he seemed to notice someone behind him and raised his head as if he sensed something.
Mingyueyi, who was witnessing everything outside, seemed to meet his gaze.
Those were a pair of scarlet, bewitching eyes filled with arrogance, hunger, greed, and lust...
Ming Yueyi was almost hooked by those eyes. She suddenly turned her head away from their gaze before returning to reality.
She fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her heart beating wildly, and her eyes were filled with incredible shock.
Bodhisattva.
This demon skin actually belongs to Pu Yuemin.
So he was the evil spirit predicted by Qingyun Sect's ancestor Fen Jing, and he was also the one trapped in Yun Town, not just a thousand years ago, but perhaps even earlier, earlier than she could have imagined.
No wonder he can keep dying and being reborn. It turns out that no one in the world can kill him.
But if he is so powerful, why is he trapped in Yun Town, and who took off this demon skin?
What on earth was he looking for in there?
Mingyueyi covered his pounding heart with his hands. The blood spot on his forehead was getting hot. The heat went through his forehead and into his heart, causing him to feel a slight pain.
it hurts.
She was in so much pain that her eyes were filled with mist, and she couldn't control the big tears that kept falling to the ground.
Shang'er, who was sleeping in the mustard seed bag, vaguely sensed her unusual emotions and emerged from the agate, pressing his paper body against her cheek. "Why is Daojun's heart aching?"
Ming Yueyi's face was pale as he shook his head: "No, it's my forehead that hurts. Look, is there anything wrong with that drop of blood?"
She suspected that the blood that Pu Yuemin dripped onto her forehead was not blood, but she didn't know what it was and why it made her feel heartbroken.
Shang'er held her face and looked at her carefully.
The woman's makeup and hair were plain and simple, except for the red on her forehead which was exceptionally bright. Her furrowed brows seemed to show that she was powerless and there was nothing special about it.
Shang'er couldn't see it, she could only feel that she was heartbroken.
Fortunately, Mingyueyi only felt pain for a moment and then recovered as before.
Shang'er asked worriedly, "Daojun, are you okay?"
Mingyueyi glanced at the demon skin beside him and took a step back. The burning pain on his forehead seemed to still be there.
"fine."
"That's good." Shang'er breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "How long will we stay here?"
Ming Yueyi turned to look at the tightly closed door: "You can leave tonight."
Shang'er: "Tonight?"
"Yeah." She already knew everything she wanted to know, so there was no need to stay here any longer.
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Outside the dungeon.
After killing Mingyueyi at the Zizai Contract Ceremony, He Wujiu has been in seclusion here since he finished dealing with matters inside and outside the sect. He wants to break through to become a god as quickly as possible like in his previous life, and return to the day when he killed her.
Perhaps there was a woman who looked like Mingyueyi inside the sect, he could not concentrate and sit quietly tonight, and the wound on his waist was aching vaguely.
He lowered his eyes and unbuttoned his robe to take a look.
The wound on his waist had begun to rot again, and a thick black gas was sealed in the rotten flesh, looking hideous and terrifying.
The wound that was accidentally scratched by an unknown monster outside has not healed yet and is showing signs of spreading.
Before, he could absorb the spiritual energy from the spirit stones to stop the wound from expanding and rotting. But since Mingyueyi's death, no matter how many spirit stones he had, they were useless. He had to rely on absorbing the spiritual energy from cultivators or high-level monsters to stop the wound.
This is not a long-term solution.
He Wujiu cut off the rotten flesh from his waist with a calm expression.
He also needs to break through before his body decays, ascend to the upper realm, and be reborn to find Mingyueyi.
Ming Yueyi. Thinking of this name, he recalled her in his previous life.
She was the one he had chosen long ago as his swordsman, so he taught her, raised her, and was like a brother and a father to her, all for the day of the contract. However, he never expected that the path he would take to ascend to heaven by giving up all love and affection would be like that.
Being tortured in the upper realm, he is not like a ghost or god.
Fortunately, he has known in this life that there is always a higher heaven and a higher way. As long as he ascends from the upper realm again, he can tear apart the way of heaven and return to the day when he met Ming Yueyi.
Mingyueyi...
He Wujiu paused in meditation, then suddenly opened his eyes, stood up and walked to the stone gate.
It seemed that she was inside just now, and she was stabbed without fighting with him after being discovered.
He raised his hand and touched the crack in the door, a dark light flashing in his eyes.
Who would know that there was a demon corpse under the Demon Locking Tower?
Even Fu Tu Hai had searched for it for many years but still couldn't find it. How did she know?
The woman inside called him Daojun, not Zongzhu, not Hezhen Jianzun. It could only be that she didn't know how others called him, so she chose a name that was less likely to be wrong.
Mingyueyi.
She had already told him her name.
Suddenly there was a violent movement inside the door, and He Wujiu subconsciously avoided the sharp sword intent that broke out from the door.
There seemed to be golden lotus petals in the sword shadow, piercing the stone door. The huge stone door collapsed with a loud bang, and dust flew everywhere. After the dust settled, a beautiful figure was vaguely standing at the door, with golden lotuses surrounding her body, like a swimming dragon.
He Wujiu stared at the figure walking out of the stone gate.
When the dust cleared and the woman's face was revealed, he smiled as if there had never been any disagreement between them. "Junior sister, it turns out you're really back."
Ming Yueyi held the lotus sword transformed from the vajra in his hand, and brushed the sword blade with blooming golden lotus with two fingers of his left hand. He looked calmly at the young man not far away, with a trace of regret in his eyes.
I wanted to take advantage of his unpreparedness and launch a surprise attack on him, but I didn't expect him to notice it so early. I thought I could hide it for some time.
Fortunately, she already knew He Wujiu's secret, so it didn't make much sense to hide it.
"Big Brother, how are you?"
As she called out softly in the same tone as before, the sword lotus blossomed, and the petals split into countless slender lightning bolts that attacked him.
"The first thing my junior sister did when she came back was to attack me." Bai Ji emerged from He Wujiu's back and chopped off the incoming lightning, with a hint of helplessness in his tone.
"Still lying to me, you're dead."
His tone was gentle and unhurried, and his movements were as ghostly as a ghost. He flashed behind her in an instant, and his fingertips hooked her messed up long hair, as if he was teaching a disobedient younger sister a lesson.
"Junior sister, you followed me into Taoism. Your sword cannot hurt me."
"Really?" Mingyueyi raised her clear eyes, decisively cut off the hair that was hooked by him, and rushed forward again with the sword.
Although her swordsmanship was similar to his, she had changed it not long ago, but it was still the same when she appeared in front of him.
The sword's residual light slashed towards He Wujiu with murderous intent, and was about to kill him when suddenly a loud thunder sounded outside the dungeon.
A bolt of lightning struck the Demon Locking Tower directly from the sky.
The golden lotus petals were shattered.
The jade crown was only scratched, and Mingyueyi was struck by the thunder that fell from the sky and had to dodge.
He Wujiu stood where he was, his black hair unbound by the jade crown, scattered like clouds. He looked at her figure being chased by the thunder, with a faint smile on his lips.
"Junior sister, I told you, you can't hurt me."
Ming Yueyi dodged the lightning while throwing sword lotus petals at him, "Whether I can be hurt or not, it's not up to me, Senior Brother."
"Then Junior Sister, just give it a try." He Wujiu sighed helplessly and allowed the lotus blade to attack.
Without exception, they were all shattered by the thunder.
I really can't kill him.
Mingyueyi bit her lower lip secretly, suppressed the urge to curse, and decided not to stay here, throwing down one last seemingly sharp sword.
Tianlei sensed that he was in danger and sent down a bolt of lightning that was even thicker than the previous one. The dungeon was shrouded in such bright light that it was impossible to open one's eyes.
Mingyue Yize took advantage of the thunder in the sky to create a huge crack in the sky, dodged the lightning and flew out through the crack.
By the time He Wujiu realized that she was not trying to kill him but was taking the opportunity to escape, it was already too late.
He was about to chase after him, but after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and went back into the stone gate.
The demon skin hanging on the rack was nowhere to be found.
This demon skin had been sealed here for many years and no one could take it away, but she was able to take it away.
"Junior sister, what secret do you know now?" He Wujiu raised his finger and gently stroked the lines on the shelf, his eyes dark with thought: "If you take it away this time, I'm afraid I can't save you even if I want to."
So the demon skin cannot be taken away.
At the first light of dawn in the morning, there was a sudden violent storm and dark clouds covered the sun, just like the day of the sect competition. Lightning flashed in the sky and black fog swirled around.
The Qingyun Sect disciples who were practicing early in the morning at Chongri Terrace noticed the strange color in the sky and looked towards the Demon Locking Tower that was being struck by the thunder.
There seemed to be a riot in the Demon Locking Tower.
But there has been no monster inside for a long time, so why did it suddenly make a buzzing sound overnight?
The sect's disciples were so shocked that they thought another monster had appeared and hurried to the Monster Locking Tower.
The Demon Locking Tower, which was shaken when we arrived, has returned to calm.
A young man in a white robe with long hair walked out of the Demon Locking Tower.
His eyes were gentle, and his every move revealed the bearing of a powerful cultivator.
When the disciples saw that it was He Wujiu, they all bowed and saluted.
"Disciple greets the Sect Master."
He Wujiu raised his hand to let them stand up, and said gently: "It's just that there was an abnormal movement in the formation. I have reinforced it. It's all right. Go back."
"yes."
The disciples left one after another.
Among them was a disciple who had just joined the sect and was seeing the new sect leader for the first time. He was curious and asked the people around him quietly.
"The Sect Master looks very young."
The disciples who knew the situation explained the reason to him.
A few years ago, Taoist Master Juezhen was possessed by a monster in the Futu Sea. He used the disciples' pact ceremony as a formation and wanted to sacrifice the cultivators. However, his eldest disciple killed him for the sake of justice. Not only Qingyun Sect, but almost all the existing cultivators in the fifth realm in the entire cultivation world died in the activated formation.
Under such conditions, He Wujiu was naturally supported to become the leader of Qingyun Sect.
However, I heard that his Taoist partner also died in that contract-making ceremony, so although the Qingyun Sect has replaced the new Sect Leader.
However, the new sect leader was fully devoted to cultivation and seldom came out. He handed over all matters to his junior sister Guan Qingyun, so the new disciples who joined the sect rarely saw him.
"So that's how it is." The disciple understood after hearing this. Just as he was about to lament the sect leader's late love, a huge thunder suddenly fell from the sky.
This time, the slender figure of a woman was vaguely revealed in the thunder.
She kept dodging the thunderbolts with clean and agile movements, and occasionally raised her sword to strike with superb and sharp skills.
Everyone looked up in a daze. Wasn't it just a strange movement in the formation? Why were cultivators being chased and struck by thunder?
Guan Qingyun immediately recognized the woman being chased by the thunderbolt and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Ming...Ming Yueyi!!?"
The woman under the thunder inadvertently turned her head while dodging the thunder. Guan Qingyun's suspicion instantly increased to ten points, and he subconsciously chased after her.
"Senior Sister!"
The only person in Qingyun Sect who Guan Qingyun could call "Senior Sister" and "Mingyueyi" was the sect leader's Taoist companion who died in the covenant ceremony.
Just as everyone turned around to look at the sect leader behind them, they found that there was no one behind them.
Mingyueyi didn't expect that she didn't attack He Wujiu again, but was still chasing her to fight, which made her overwhelmed.
Fortunately, she had already gained experience in dodging the thunder. Although the thunder could not hit her, she would probably be consumed if this continued for a long time.
Ming Yueyi gritted his teeth and dodged the thunder. He glanced at a distance and saw He Wujiu flying towards him.
"Junior sister, throw away the demon skin, and the thunder will not strike you again."
Mingyueyi glanced at him, but instead of throwing the demon skin, he flew towards him.
She wanted to see what choice Heaven would make between Yaopi and the Son of Heaven.
He Wujiu didn't expect that she would run towards him, and the lightning in the sky struck more and more strongly.
Ming Yueyi circled around He Wujiu, and the heavenly thunder had no scruples, forcing He Wujiu to raise his sword and cut off the sweeping heavenly thunder.
God chose the demon skin.
The weariness on Mingyueyi's face was swept away. He looked at He Wujiu who was fighting against the thunder and whispered to Shang'er in his arms: "Can you block a thunderbolt?"
Shang'er's sword flashed brightly: "Don't worry, Daojun. With the power of the thunder in front of us, we can block one of them."
"That's good, one is enough." Mingyueyi stared at He Wujiu not far away with his eyes like stars, and walked forward with sword in hand.
He Wujiu had already noticed the long sword coming, but he was particularly disturbed by the thunder from the sky and had no time to take advantage of her opportunity to strike with the sword.
He Wujiu had never experienced the pain of being pierced through the heart by a sword.
It turned out to be painful and numb.
Maybe it was just pain, because the thunder was injected from the sword, so it caused numbness.
He held the sword that pierced his chest with one hand, raised his eyes to look at Mingyueyi in front of him, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and his mind suddenly became clear as if it were a mirror.
"Junior sister, the thunder struck you not only because you stole the demon skin, but also because you were breaking through the realm."
Mingyueyi didn't even bother to answer him with a "hmm" and stabbed at him with his sword.
But before the sword could pierce his body, the sword in Mingyueyi's hand was blocked.
Countless mouths seemed to be wrapped in an indescribable white mist. They bit her sword and spoke incoherently in words that she could not hear.
"You can't kill him. If you kill him, the heaven and earth will collapse, the mountains and rivers will surge, and the entire cultivation world will be covered."
Their voices fell into her ears, and a scene of the sky collapsing and the earth sinking appeared before her eyes. The mountains and rivers surged, rolling up huge waves. The spiritual energy of the cultivation world was exhausted. Everyone knelt on the ground with pale faces and thin bodies, fear in their empty eyes.
They prayed to heaven for mercy and to save their lives, and to the true God to come to the world to stop the disaster that was destroying everything and to restore the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.
Ming Yueyi also saw people she knew kneeling in the crowd: Master, Guan Qingyun, Li Changming, Qi Feilin...
They looked at her as if she were a savior goddess, and the fear and terror in their eyes moved her deeply.
"Senior Sister." "Junior Sister." "Senior Sister Ming."
“Save us…”
Mingyueyi stood in front of them and allowed herself to be grabbed by her skirt, sleeves, and even her hair. She quietly looked through their eyes and saw the tragic situation in the mortal world after the collapse of heaven.
Those mortals who are powerless are even more pitiful than the monks.
At the beginning of winter, the twelve golden crows shone on the ground day and night. After a few days of drought, water suddenly seeped into the ground.
They didn't know what the water seeping out from the ground was, and thought it was holy water. They all lay on the ground and drank the water that seeped out of thin air. However, more and more water gushed out from the ground, so much that it drowned them and their houses were washed away.
The whole world was submerged in damp water, and the water illuminated by the Twelve Golden Crows began to boil. The apocalyptic anomaly cooked them bit by bit, and they desperately sought help.
“Save me…”
A mother lifted up her child while crying. Even though her lower body was almost cooked, the look in her eyes as she looked up at him still carried the brightness of a mother risking her life for her child, and she insisted on handing the child to Mingyueyi.
"Save my child, please."
"The child is still young and has never seen this world. Please save my child."
The child was still in swaddling clothes and had no idea what was happening before his eyes. He stretched out his chubby, healthy hands towards her and cried heart-wrenchingly, wanting Mingyueyi to pick him up and try to arouse her pity.
Ming Yueyi stared at the crying child with red eyes, and then looked at the mother who was about to be cooked alive.
This time she was no longer indifferent as before, so she reached out and stroked the child's eyebrows.
She said, "How pitiful! You look just like me."
The child smiled at her.
But in the next moment, she crushed the child's head.
Mountains and rivers collapse, and stars shift.
Everything before my eyes changed again.
Tall buildings, busy traffic, the sound of cleaners sweeping in the early morning, and couples walking together with their children and dogs in the community in the evening, all are ordinary and quiet.
Ming Yueyi sat on the sofa, looking at the modern appliances in front of her that were so unfamiliar that she could no longer name them.
There was the sound of a key turning in the door.
She turned her head and saw a face that she couldn't see clearly but looked familiar.
"Sister, didn't you say you were going to an interview today? Why are you back so early?"
The boy hung his keys at the entrance, changed his shoes, and walked towards her in a normal manner.
He sat beside her, put his arms around her, and kissed her on the cheek with a refreshing breath. She felt a little hot for no reason.
"How was the interview?" He placed his hand on her waist, gently caressing her trembling bones. "That company doesn't have a good reputation. I'll find a job for you. Can you come to my place tomorrow?"
He placed the silent Mingyueyi on the sofa, kissed her until her breathing became disordered, and arranged everything for her little by little.
He said that his uncle and his mother had separated a long time ago, and he and she could get married at any time, have a child later, and the three of them would be together forever.
Sweat was dripping from his passionate embrace as he welcomed and sent off men. Mingyueyi's eyes were filled with unbearable tears. She clutched the sofa cover with both hands, staring at his pretty face with a dazed look that was covered with a flush.
He was immersed in happiness, forgetting life and death.
"Pu Yuemin." She called out his name with a light breath. He seemed very surprised and raised his face to look at her.
"What's wrong, sister?"
Ming Yueyi raised her finger to stroke his eyebrows and smiled: "It is you."
Family love, friendship, compassion, love, happiness...all of these are trying to trap her.
Unfortunately, she had lost her romantic interest a long time ago, and the last bit of love could not keep her.
"What are you saying, sister?" He didn't understand and pressed her knees to her chest. The blurry face gradually became clear, but her body became blurry and transparent.
As the scene before him twisted and changed, Ming Yueyi closed his eyes, with a cold expression, and thrust his sword forward forcefully.
The illusion came to an abrupt end, like pieces of broken mirror falling to the ground.
Mingyueyi slowly opened her eyes.
He Wujiu was nailed to the wall by her, just like he had killed her.
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