Chapter 91 Chapter 91 Snake Becomes a God
"Junior sister is surprisingly not deceived."
A look of surprise appeared on He Wujiu's usually calm face.
The illusion set up by the Heavenly Dao only flashed through her eyes for a few breaths before it was revealed. How could he not be shocked?
Ming Yueyi saw guilt and pity on his face, but his eyes were empty. "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I really don't want to die by your sword. I also want to break through and achieve enlightenment, so please die too."
As she said this, a sharp scream came from somewhere, piercing her eardrums like crazy.
Mingyueyi remained calm and pushed harder until he completely pierced his chest.
Even with his body pierced, He Wujiu could still smile and say, "Although Junior Sister's Dao heart is stable, Junior Sister may be disappointed. I'm afraid I won't die for the time being."
Mingyueyi frowned, not knowing what he meant.
She soon found out.
The young man who was nailed to the wall let go of the sword, opened his hands, his black hair flew, and his clear-cut face looked unusually handsome under the dark clouds and lightning. The thunder that kept falling from the sky was all absorbed by him into the wound on his chest.
His normally fair skin was now covered in black lines, and the smell of decay emanated from his body, like a giant silkworm emerging from its cocoon. A pair of butterfly wings full of eyes fluttered out from his back, and even a few eyes grew on his hands, like the eyes of a god, staring at her with compassion and issuing the killing order.
Mingyueyi drew his sword in time and dodged backward, watching his change vigilantly.
Almost all the thunder in the sky was absorbed by him. After a while, the young man with butterfly demon patterns all over his body stood in front of her, neither human nor demon. The densely packed eyes on his body looked at her regretfully.
"Junior Sister, these past few years I wanted to follow the path that was supposed to happen, step by step, without letting the Heavenly Dao notice, but your resentment towards me seems too great."
He wanted to pave an unobstructed road for his junior sister and himself, so that they could become supreme gods even if they ascended to the upper realm. However, his junior sister did not understand his good intentions.
"Junior sister, put down your butcher knife and come to me."
She looked at the young man in front of her who was wantonly absorbing the evil spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
I guess he had already broken through and ascended to heaven before his rebirth, so now he is not afraid of even the way of heaven.
After He Wujiu absorbed the last ray of heavenly thunder, his figure flashed behind her. After the mutation, his speed was so fast that Ming Yueyi could not avoid it and was pinched on the chin by him.
Ming Yueyi looked at the evil-looking young man in front of him, with a strange look in his eyes: "The swamp butterfly monster in Futu Sea can parasitize, it's you who is behind this."
This parasitic demon, which appeared last, frequently appeared in Qingyun Sect. She vaguely sensed something was wrong, but at the time she thought it was just a disruption of the plot. She never expected it to be him.
This is... too ridiculous.
It's ridiculous that the young man who once had great ambitions to make the world a monster has become a monster.
Ming Yueyi couldn't help but laugh. She didn't show any of the dejection she felt after being pinned down by him. Instead, she raised her face and smiled as she asked him, "Do you remember what you said? All demons in the world are evil. All demons must be kept alive. I point my sword to the sky, aiming for the whole world."
He Wujiu was once misunderstood and slandered by his fellow disciples, but he never changed. Did he ever imagine that one day he would become like this?
Mingyue Yi leaned on his shoulder with a smile, forgetting to wipe away the few crystal tears that fell from the corners of her eyes. "What a pity! I can't let my former senior brother see you too. Can you still say those words?"
When He Wujiu heard these words, his expression changed subtly. All the evil eyes in his body looked down at her face that was smiling and tearing up: "Junior sister, how could you know these words? I haven't told you, is it possible..."
His eyebrows raised, and his smile fell into countless eyes: "Junior sister has lived a new life. No wonder, I was wondering why Junior sister treated me like this. And my vajra is not in Yun Town, so it should be the sword in your hand."
He glanced at the sword in Mingyueyi's hand and asked gently, "Is it here to protect you?"
Mingyueyi did not refute.
Although what should have belonged to him was taken away by someone, but that person was Mingyueyi, He Wujiu not only did not blame her, but smiled gently and said: "Actually, Junior Sister didn't take it first. In fact, I was planning to give it to Junior Sister. Now it just happened that it was taken away by her, so I will consider it as a betrothal gift to her."
"Dream on." Ming Yueyi felt nauseous when she heard his breath brushing against her ear. The sword in her hand turned into a dagger, and she stabbed it directly into his chest with her backhand.
He Wujiu held the sword blade between his fingers and sighed softly: "I've already told you, Junior Sister, you can't kill me."
No ordinary weapon in the world can kill him, even heavenly thunder may not be able to do anything to him, so Mingyueyi cannot kill him, and no matter what she does to him, he will forgive her and will still take her to become a god.
Become a true god, not bound by the laws of heaven, and above all things.
He appeared before her again with a smile, like a benevolent god, pinching her face, his tone filled with enthusiasm and yearning for godhood: "Junior sister, I will lead you to achieve the great way and become the only true god in the world."
Ming Yueyi was forced to look up at the crazed young man in front of him, and said with regret: "I'm afraid that Senior Brother will never become a god."
"Why is this happening?" Those eyes stared at her, as if they were children who didn't understand.
"Junior sister, no one in this world can stop me. Don't you understand?"
He is not even afraid of thunder from the sky and can tear the sky apart with just a wave of his hand. If he doesn't become a god, who can?
Ming Yueyi stood with his long hair rustling in the headwind he had summoned, his hands supporting the sword stuck in the ground to steady his body. He said calmly, "Because the true rules have awakened."
As the words fell, the headwind stopped, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sky opened its eyes.
Perhaps it was not the sky that opened its eyes, but a huge, invisible, foggy white chaos.
It opened its scarlet eyes and looked at everything in front of it, and immediately locked onto He Wujiu who was pinching Ming Yueyi.
A snake head stretched out from the chaos, biting off He Wujiu's hand and forcing him to let go of Mingyueyi.
Mingyueyi did not miss any opportunity to kill him. When he looked up and was distracted by the Chaos Eye, he stabbed the dagger in his hand into He Wujiu's chest again.
This time, she finally heard the sound of the spiritual root and heart being broken. She had waited for countless years, and finally... she heard it.
What a beautiful sound.
This was the temptation she couldn't resist.
As she bent her eyes in pleasure and enjoyed it, a young man emerged from the chaos, opened his slender arms and hugged her from behind.
"It's you." The moment He Wujiu saw the young man's face, surprise flashed in his eyes.
It was actually Pu Yuemin.
Pu Yuemin didn't look at him, but affectionately rubbed Ming Yueyi's cheek, which was flushed with excitement, and said, "Senior Sister, you are very happy today, and your smile is so beautiful."
Mingyueyi raised the corner of her mouth as she smiled at He Wujiu who was completely nailed to the ground and unable to move.
Of course she was happy. She endured the nausea and loved He Wujiu just so that he could die in her hands today. As long as she succeeded in killing her husband and proving her truth, she could leave this hellish cycle of reincarnation. How could she not be happy?
"Big Brother, no..." She blushed and thanked He Wujiu: "Master Fen Jing, thank you for helping me."
Burn it clean.
It had been a long time since he had heard this name. He Wujiu was unfamiliar with it and was unable to react that she was calling him.
No one had ever known about this identity. Even after he ascended to heaven, no one remembered the Taoist Master Fenjing who, for the sake of the people of the world, sacrificed himself to drive the demons into the Futu Sea, supported the entire Qingyun Sect, and saved everyone.
He thought that this name would disappear and would never be remembered by the world again.
It turns out that someone still remembers it.
He Wujiu looked at the woman in front of him with disheveled hair and blood on her face, and smiled in a daze: "Junior sister, I don't know what you are talking about."
Ming Yueyi thrust his sword into him again, shattering his Dao bones. "Fen Jing Daojun, you saved the world and gained great merit. Rumor has it that you ascended to the upper realms. Who knew that this cultivator, admired by countless people back then, didn't ascend, but rather had his Dao bones reshaped."
Those who carry the bones of Taoism are born half-way to becoming gods. They need to go through ten lifetimes of suffering before they can achieve the right result. She endured nearly ten lifetimes for him.
"It's my turn this time, senior brother." She drew her sword, coldly dug out his two spiritual roots, and destroyed them in front of him.
This time he curled up in silence, trembling with pain as he admitted, "I don't understand. How did Junior Sister know this?"
Mingyueyi naturally would not waste time explaining to him that she had discovered it in an illusion. Originally, she had only suspected it, but after seeing the scene through the monster skin, she confirmed that the disciples of the seven monks who had initially relied on eating Pu Yuemin to ascend to heaven also had Taoist bones.
The ancestor of Qingyun Sect, Fen Jing, did not really ascend to heaven, but disguised himself as another person and returned to Qingyun Sect to practice Taoism and become a god.
Before he faked his death, he left a prophecy that a great demon would come to the world, referring to Pu Yuemin who was sealed in Yun Town. However, because he had never seen her before, he mistook her for a sealed demon in Yun Town.
The funniest thing is that now that they are from the same sect, he can't recognize Pu Yuemin.
She had guessed most of these when she met Fen Jing in Yun Town, but the only thing she didn't guess was that the demon skin was Pu Yuemin's real body.
As for what kind of demon Pu Yuemin was, whether it was a demon or not, and how he was skinned and sealed in Yun Town by these people, she had no way of finding out based on the information currently available.
Because He Wujiu is about to die.
The outcome was decided. He Wujiu was nailed to the ground. She looked at the young man who was clinging to her closely, felt the spiritual roots in her body being broken, and her spiritual power dissipating bit by bit.
He Wujiu suddenly remembered that since Mingyueyi did not steal the monster skin, why was he not in the dungeon?
It turned out that it was because she gave the demon skin to the original owner.
The demon who was deceived and skinned by the seven monks after they met him out of greed. He knew that the demon in Yun Town would notice it sooner or later, so he abandoned his identity of Fen Jing and forged a new identity to avoid being found by it. He didn't expect that he would be discovered by Ming Yueyi now.
"Junior sister has grown up and is no longer the child she used to be. But without a senior brother to guide you, you will still suffer." He Wujiu smiled and did not intend to tell her that there would be no real gods above after she broke through.
She will become the nourishment of heaven just like he was before.
Mingyue Yi looked at him coldly, quietly waiting for the thunder to strike.
Even He Wujiu was waiting.
But after waiting for a long time, the thunder of the tribulation still did not fall.
Ming Yueyi looked up at the sky, his smile frozen on his face: "Why not?"
Every time He Wujiu killed his wife to prove his truth, thunder would fall from the sky. Why didn’t it happen this time?
Impossible.
Ming Yueyi stared down at him fiercely, then raised his sword again and thrust it into his tattered body, asking him, "Where's the thunder? Spit it out. Don't you like hitting me? Hit me, hit me now."
One sword after another, the clear sky did not change at all, and even leaked a trace of warm golden light, falling on the young man who was madly piercing his body with evil eyes.
She didn't believe there was no thunder, so she hollowed out his stomach.
She was like a pervert who was obsessed with her lover. She was obsessed with pulling the bloody intestines, digging out the bright red heart, and searching carefully inside with her eyelashes drooping.
Tearing out the intestines, no thunder.
She threw the torn intestines aside and stabbed the heart, leaving it full of bloody holes, but still no thunder.
No matter how she damaged this body, no thunder would fall from the sky.
He Wujiu, who was still alive on the ground, looked at the thunder that had not yet arrived. His face changed subtly, and his fingers could not help but clench the mud on the ground. He felt the same impossibility as Ming Yueyi.
If he could achieve enlightenment by killing his wife, why couldn't she? She could definitely overcome the tribulation by killing him.
But the two of them waited for a long time, but there was no sign of thunder falling from the sky.
Ming Yueyi couldn't find Lei, and she was covered in blood and had lost all her strength. She tilted her head and leaned it tremblingly on the shoulder of the young man who was looking at the sky with her.
She asked, "Did you do something?"
She couldn't think of any other reason except him.
"Me?" Pu Yuemin's black eyelashes trembled slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up. He held her hand and pulled out the dagger that was stuck in He Wujiu's chest. He lowered his eyes and carefully wiped the blood off it, then faced his own chest.
"Senior Sister, do you want to try again?"
He looked like a young man who had been waiting for her to discover him. He watched her scarlet pupils gradually turn pure black, his gorgeous face immersed in thick anticipation: "Senior Sister, if you can't kill him, try killing me."
She should have realized that only by killing him could she get what she wanted.
He had waited for this day for a long time, so long that he couldn't wait to let others see with their own eyes that he was his senior sister's favorite, and to see his senior sister ascend to heaven because of him.
"Senior sister, kill me." He was so excited that he begged her pitifully.
Mingyueyi frowned and wanted to draw her sword, but he held it tightly and even rushed towards her with the sword.
"Senior Sister, I won't die. Please try to see if you can withstand the heavenly thunder of tribulation."
Ming Yueyi ran into his smiling eyes, and was seduced by them and froze for a moment until the sword blade pierced his chest.
The boy's chest was pierced, the sharp blade sank into the bone, blood flowed down the sword, and then black clouds began to roll in the sky.
There's going to be a storm.
Ming Yueyi felt the spiritual energy in her body begin to heat up. The suddenly saturated spiritual energy kept impacting the meridians throughout her body, and she felt a sense of rebirth.
It's like a tender bud buried in the soil, nourished by the long spring rain, which is just one step away from breaking through the soil and growing into a towering tree.
She just had a thought, and a gate appeared faintly in the sky. The entire world of cultivation felt a strong pressure and yearning.
Mingyueyi came back to his senses when the young man fell down.
He held her in his arms, his entire body covered in blood.
Although he knew he could not die, Mingyueyi's heart still trembled. He subconsciously gave up on the ascension that was within his reach and wanted to draw his sword.
He leaned over and kissed her forehead, letting the entire dagger pierce her chest, and asked softly, "Senior Sister, do you feel it?"
Ming Yueyi felt a pang of pain in her heart. Before she could even feel it, she felt his lips touch the corner of her eye. She held her eyelashes tightly and murmured with a low laugh, "Even if Senior Sister has no romantic roots, she will still shed tears for me."
Did you cry?
Ming Yueyi blinked blankly, looking at the young man in front of her whose eyes were blurred by tears, and could only vaguely make out that he was smiling.
He smiled and said, "Senior Sister, you have fallen in love with me."
At this moment, she finally understood what he left on her forehead when he fell to the bottom of the lake that day, and why he said she lost. It was not because he would find her no matter where she went.
It was because what remained on her forehead was not blood, but the root of love that was replanted with his flesh and blood. Without love, she could not cultivate the path of ruthlessness.
It turned out that she had stopped loving He Wujiu a long time ago, and her persistence had long been in vain.
The moon had been broken into pieces a long time ago, but someone picked up the broken pieces in the lake and pieced them together, not wanting the moon to rot and stink.
Ming Yueyi held the boy's cold body in her arms, then turned her tearful face to look at the broken He Wujiu lying on the ground. She felt wronged like a child who had just learned something: "So just because I don't like you, I can't break through, He Wujiu."
"No...impossible." He Wujiu's face cracked because of her words. The face that was torn off and then pasted again with a magic weapon to maintain it, which remained intact even after his Taoist bones were shattered and his spiritual roots were dug out, fell off, and the eyes on half of the bloody flesh were squirming.
It's impossible. He always knew that Mingyueyi liked him and did many things for him, even imprisoning Pu Yuemin.
So how could Mingyueyi not like him? It's impossible.
"Junior sister, you like me." He Wujiu pressed his empty chest and looked at her stubbornly as if he were looking at a disobedient child.
If he could kill her and ascend to heaven, Mingyueyi could do the same, and there was something about him that she could destroy.
But Mingyueyi's gaze had already moved away from him. He didn't see the light in his eyes gradually fading away with unwillingness. He only planted a fatal sword intent on his forehead.
This time it is his turn to watch Mingyueyi ascend.
The gate to the world was completely opened, and several beams of golden light fell on her. The heavenly thunder of ascension and tribulation that had not descended on the world of cultivation for thousands of years fell along with the beams of golden light.
Before the thunders could completely land on Mingyueyi, they were suddenly grabbed by a pair of hands that stretched out from the void, pulled out and crushed.
Mingyueyi grabbed those hands, and the tears in her eyes turned into smiles.
Only the golden light remained in the gate, falling on her body, reflecting her affectionate eyes and dyeing her loose hair golden. She was led step by step into the golden light by those hands, like a god ascending to the upper realm.
On that day, everyone in the world of cultivation witnessed the ascension ceremony. Everyone put down what they were doing, knelt on the ground and worshipped the god who had successfully transcended the tribulation, and shouted in unison, "We respectfully send the god to ascend."
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