On the sky, Han Jing's thunder tribulation had come to an end, and he was in harmony with the sky. His body seemed to disappear in the light cast by the thick clouds, and his consciousness was stretched infinitely in an instant.
Han Jing's body was melting, and his eyes passed over the seal of the demons on the Ten Thousand Demons Cave that was affected by the lightning, and passed over the Buddha statues in the loess grottoes. He crossed countless mountains, rivers, and ruins of cities in a glance, as if he had a perspective equal to that of the sky, and could take in everything between heaven and earth.
Han Jing only had time to send a thought into the consciousness of everyone under his consciousness.
In a flash, the infinitely expanding consciousness began to become blurred. He forgot who he was, where he was, where he came from, where he was going, and he could not feel himself.
Han Jing's soul, which was about to dissipate, was suddenly gathered by a powerful force and stuffed into an elliptical egg.
The fading self-consciousness was also gathered at the same time. Han Jing shrank into this egg, thinking with lingering fear, damn, he almost died, hijacking the way of heaven is too inhuman! Is his consciousness still intact?
Gu Jiang took advantage of Han Jing's ascension and merged into the Heavenly Dao, and pulled out Han Jing's consciousness and replaced it. The blood moon shadow quickly pulled out of the independent space in his body and merged into the mountains and rivers of the world. The mountains and rivers had different masters, and the outlines of the shadowy mountains in his space gradually became clear.
In this space, he is the Heavenly Dao, and the rules are made by him. The more cities and territories Gu Jiang conquered, the more territories he took away, and the less the Heavenly Dao could swallow up his consciousness.
In the saw, Gu Jiang saw some wonderful scenes.
This world was born relying on a book. The Heavenly Dao was divided into two, which was not perfect. It was like a big tree with parasitic vines entangled on it.
This parasitic vine is the plot of this book.
However, the plot can only be regarded as a false heaven, a vine parasitic on heaven. It cannot change the deep-rooted rules of heaven, such as the sun rising in the east and setting in the west, but it can affect whether the weather is sunny or rainy. It cannot change the general trend of rivers flowing into the sea, but it can build dams and cause branches.
From the moment the demon cultivator was born, his existence was reasonable. Every
blade of grass and every tree, whether it is a human or an insect, is the same in the eyes of heaven and earth. There is no distinction between high and low, noble and humble, and there is no distinction between good and evil. The pressure imposed on the demon ancestor, the so-called heaven's destined good and evil cannot coexist, and the goddess's sacrifice are all products of the plot.
If it weren't for the direct confrontation with the Heavenly Dao today, even Gu Jiang would have been almost misled by it.
In the established plot, the protagonist is Xiao Ling. Gu Jiang has only seen a glimpse of Xiao Ling's life, and Nie Yinzhi only occupies an insignificant small part in it. She failed to use the sacrificial array to summon, and was vicious because of jealousy. In the end, she was naturally imprisoned in the Cliff of Repentance, contributing her own golden elixir and eyes, and finally died alone, never mentioned again.
Xiao Ling received the golden elixir and spirit bones of this guilty man, repaired her damaged body, inherited Nie Yinzhi's talent, and improved her cultivation by leaps and bounds. She went from being the respected elder sister of the Yunji Sect to the chief of the new generation of cultivators in the cultivation world. In the end, she was carried to the Ten Thousand Demons Cave with these honors to sacrifice herself for the common people.
The plot is concluded at this sacrifice in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave. No matter who it is, someone has to complete this important plot node.
Xiao Ling died, and the plot was imposed on Nie Yinzhi.
The plot knew how to shake him. During the twist, Gu Jiang saw the picture that emerged from the original text. Nie Yinzhi was curled up on the frost-covered ground with wounds, his skin and flesh were dry and sticking to his body, and his eyes were filled with thick water. The wound on his lower abdomen was sunken, and his skirt was soaked dark red with blood.
Gu Jiang's mind was shaken for a moment, and his consciousness was involved in the way of heaven.
At the last moment, Gu Jiang only had time to pass on everything he had discovered and felt to Nie Yinzhi, "Ayin, I will be back."
The blood moon shadow that wrapped around Nie Yinzhi like a cocoon suddenly began to sway and began to fade away. Feng Hanxuan immediately noticed it, and resisted the temptation of the smell of blood, and re-established the barrier to block the demon cultivators who were attracted one after another.
Nie Yinzhi fell out of the dispersing blood moon shadow and reached out to grab the fading demon energy, "Gu Jiang!"
Her palm was still filled with her own blood, and once it touched the demon energy, it immediately dissolved it. Nie Yinzhi's wrist trembled, and she hurriedly let go of her hand, rubbing her palm vigorously on the hem of her skirt.
The demon cultivators almost submerged the barrier set up by Feng Hanxuan. Nie Yinzhi could only look out through the gap. The thick clouds in the sky seemed to have dissipated a little, and the lightning also disappeared. She released her spiritual consciousness and searched the sky and the ground of the Ten Thousand Demons Cave, but she couldn't find Gu Jiang.
Feng Hanxuan was going crazy, "Quickly take back your spiritual consciousness! Do you want to die?" In this situation where the demon cultivators were rampant, the thunder was still there, and there were demon seals and the afterglow of lightning everywhere, she would become a fool if she didn't die.
"I can't find Gu Jiang." Nie Yinzhi opened her eyes wide, but her pupils were out of focus. On the golden bud on her wrist, one of the leaves was so light that it was almost transparent and was about to dissipate. She couldn't even sense him through the spell.
"I can't feel him anymore." Nie Yinzhi murmured again.
Feng Han stepped back a few steps, veins on his forehead throbbing, and shot out a few talismans of righteous cultivators from his sleeves, locking himself in place to avoid being affected by the blood and energy around her and losing control, and shouted: "Go back to the tower quickly! I can't stand it if you don't leave."
Nie Yinzhi tilted her head to look at him, then looked at the crazy demon cultivators around her, and smiled slowly. Her life has never been decided by others, not Sang Wumian, not this damn plot, and not Gu Jiang.
Nie Yinzhi stood up shakily, her dress rustling in the strong wind, her long hair dancing in the wind, her face wet, no one knew if it was blood or tears, a thin demonic aura was attracted by her.
It was the wandering shadow of the blood moon.
Feng Hanzhu looked at her, then quickly turned his eyes away, suppressing the impulse in his heart, and said in a sharp voice: "Don't do anything stupid! With your current blood, you will be burned to death before you become a demon!"
Nie Yinzhi raised her hand to tuck the hair stuck to her face behind her ears, and used a spell to untie Feng Hanzhu's spell, "How do you know if you don't try it? Otherwise, what should we do? Kill all the demon cultivators here?"
"You can't do it, and I can't do it either."
Her tone sounded very calm, and what she said did make sense. The demon cultivators in the Ten Thousand Demons Cave rushed in like crazy, and they had never been so united. Ants can bite elephants to death, not to mention that these demon cultivators are not ants. It was already very difficult for Feng Hanzhu to support the barrier.
“Even if I’m burned to death, I’d rather be eaten by the demon cultivator and fulfill its bullshit mission of ‘feeding all kinds of demons . ’”
[Ah ...
【Nie Yinzhi is so cool! She is possessed by a demon, finally possessed by a demon! Is she going to follow the route of a heroine? I like widow literature. 】
【Fuck, I understand. Nie Yinzhi was just rehearsing last time. The first time is new, the second time is familiar. This time, she is really possessed by a demon. She is not playing us, right? 】
【What kind of beautiful love story of living and dying together is this? I am crying. 】
【Is Gu Jiang dead? Ah, Jin Yaya has untied President Feng, but she hasn't disappeared yet. Is the demon still alive? 】
【She is about to die. She couldn't resist the Heavenly Dao and was swallowed up. She has to merge with the world. Even if she is not dead, she may not have self-awareness. Maybe she is sprouting on a mountain right now】
【The leaves on the golden buds haven't disappeared yet, they just became lighter and more transparent. Is she in a state of neither life nor death? Schrödinger's Death】
【In this drama, whoever becomes the protagonist will die? 】
【Bah, how shameless! Such a selfish person with a distorted value system is worthy of being the protagonist? Xiao Ling is willing to sacrifice herself to save the world. Her vision is ten thousand times better than hers. The female supporting role is ultimately not up to the standard. Die quickly. 】
【What did Xiao Ling sacrifice? She sacrificed everything she had taken from Nie Yinzhi! In the original novel, if she hadn't stolen Nie Yinzhi's golden elixir, would she have survived? My friend in the front, if you are really a fan of the original heroine, the person you should least scold is Nie Yinzhi. 】
【In the original novel, Xiao Ling received the favor from Nie Yinzhi, and she was never mentioned again. She didn't even ask how the golden elixir came from. Don't expect her fans to be grateful. 】
【Why are the fans of the heroine still here? You actually saw it now, then don't deceive yourself, the person you love is Nie Yinzhi. 】
Feng Han sat in the formation circled by the talisman, looking at the blood moon shadow and the place where the spiritual mist was surging wildly in the distance. Nie Yinzhi's figure had been submerged.
Nie Yinzhi glanced at the bullet screen floating above her head from the spiritual mist. She raised her wrist and looked at the transparent leaf on the golden bud. Nie Yinzhi could feel its fragile vitality.
She attracted more and more blood moon shadows, which were free blood moon shadows. It was not until now that she realized that Gu Jiang could no longer control his evil spirit, and so much of it had escaped from his lake of blood moon shadows.
As soon as the evil spirit entered her meridians, it began to boil and turned into spiritual mist. She was burned to the point of being almost cooked, like being thrown into an oil pan or thrown into a sea of fire. What
Nie Yinzhi had felt through empathy before was just Gu Jiang's burning emotions, which were separated by a layer. Now the pain was real in her body.
The swan rushed out of her spirit platform, spread its wings and wrapped around her, the tips of its snow-white feathers swaying dark red, the spirit sword hung in front of Nie Yinzhi, and a dark red line appeared in the seam of the bright sword, extending from the tip of the sword to the hilt.
Nie Yinzhi had been burned to the point of losing consciousness, and felt that her body was about to melt. The sword energy penetrated into her meridians, trying to separate her blood from the magic energy, but it quickly merged with the blood moon shadow magic energy.
In the white flames that enveloped her soul in the spirit platform, the dark red at the heart of the flames penetrated into Nie Yinzhi's soul.
The blood moon shadow evil energy and sword energy blended together, infecting Nie Yinzhi's spiritual veins inch by inch, forcing the spiritual power in the meridians out of the body. The dark red that penetrated into her soul was also infecting her spirit.
Nie Yinzhi was fainted by the burning of her own blood, and was awakened by the severe pain of her meridians being shattered and reshaped. As
her spiritual power was lost, her cultivation level was rapidly declining, falling from the peak of the incarnation realm layer by layer. Every time she fell to a lower level, she seemed to be broken and reassembled. If it weren't for the protection of the evil energy in her soul, her three souls and seven spirits would have dissipated. It is not
so easy to be possessed by the devil.
It was unknown how long it had been, so long that the sky was shining through her head, until it reached a critical point, the demonic energy in her meridians overwhelmed the spiritual energy, and her cultivation level, which had almost fallen below the Golden Core, began to rise again, and the intense burning sensation all over her body suddenly eased.
The spiritual mist around Nie Yinzhi began to dissipate, and the blood moon shadow surged into her body like a torrent. She was covered in blood, but the sweet smell of blood that drove the demon cultivators crazy became increasingly faint.
The demon cultivators who were rushing in gradually came back to their senses, and while they were regaining their sanity, they also regained their suspicion and fear of each other, and gradually retreated under the violent pressure of Feng Hanxu.
The area around the Xuan Pagoda was finally bright. There were corpses everywhere outside the barrier, and blood soaked the ground.
Nie Yinzhi tilted his head and smiled at Feng Hanxu, "I won." She survived, and the evil spirit contaminated her blood first.
Feng Hanxu jumped over and caught her, "Don't be too happy too soon, you are so badly injured, it's not certain whether you will die or not."
Nie Yinzhi didn't hear what he said clearly, she fainted. Feng
Hanxu looked at the sky above his head, where the thick clouds dissipated and the scorching sun and golden light were shining down. He really didn't understand.
Why can he be so crazy.
Gu Jiang endured the power of heaven for thousands of years without any problem, but he took the risk to break the rules of heaven and gamble with his own life, just to be able to love her well.
If the master had such a strong character, he would have unified the world of cultivation eight hundred years ago. He would have wanted any kind of woman he wanted.
Why bother?
The author has something to say:
Feng Hanxian: What the hell is love? Fortunately, I don't understand it.