Chapter 266: Maybe After She Dies, You'll Get Used to It (4000 words)
With the flash of a knife.
A man in a black robe rushed out from the bottom of the mountain.
The next moment, the black blade fell in front of "Ding Jingyi".
"sulfuric acid!"
"Ding Jingyi" raised his sword to block.
The sound of weapons clashing echoed through the mountains of Wandao Sect.
"Um?"
Soon, "Ding Jingyi" discovered something was wrong.
This long sword was not the fourth-grade magic weapon that Xiao Mo had just held, but an immortal weapon.
"boom!"
Xiao Mo chopped hard, and "Ding Jingyi" smashed the top of a mountain into pieces like a meteorite.
When "Ding Jingyi" got up, Xiao Mo chopped down with the long knife again.
"Ding Jingyi" didn't dare to take it head-on and could only dodge sideways.
Xiao Mo's domineering sword energy mixed with blood directly broke a hole in the Wandao Sect's protective formation.
"Ding Jingyi" frowned. This was the first time she felt that she had to be serious after she woke up.
Xiao Mo took a step forward and chopped down again.
Each of his strikes was extremely fast, and each one was heavier than the last.
"Ding Jingyi" felt that what Xiao Mo was holding in his hand was not a knife, but Mount Buzhou, which he was smashing at him again and again.
In fact, for monks, no matter what kind of weapon it is, it is a way to amplify their own abilities.
Same.
When it comes to weapons, monks must have enough ability to bring out their full potential.
This requires attention to the compatibility between the cultivator and the weapon.
This is what is commonly known as "taking advantage of the situation".
Only when the compatibility of both parties is suitable can the effect of one plus one be greater than two be achieved.
Therefore, it is very difficult for a cultivator to find a weapon of sufficient quality and that suits his needs.
If found, most cultivators would choose to refine it into their own natal magic weapon.
Now, in the eyes of "Ding Jingyi", Xiao Mo has found such a weapon.
This immortal weapon is extremely domineering and is simply born for killing.
Under its influence, Xiao Mo's practice of the Blood Demon Sword Technique and the domineering evil spirit were fully displayed.
Xiao Mo's own strength is also strong enough that he can use this magical weapon without restrictions.
In addition, the spirit in the immortal weapon also completely obeyed Xiao Mo, assisting Xiao Mo in every attack, and it was almost in tune with Xiao Mo.
Just when "Ding Jingyi" was shocked to the point that his palms were numb and he even found it difficult to resist.
"Ding Jingyi"'s gaze accidentally met Xiao Mo's.
Circles of Dao patterns appeared in Xiao Mo's eyes.
"Oops."
"Ding Jingyi" felt something was wrong, but it was too late.
His consciousness gradually sank, and he felt that his body was out of control.
But in half a breath, "Ding Jingyi" got rid of Xiao Mo's illusion.
However, in this short period of time, Xiao Mo's "Blood Prison" and "Red Heaven and Earth" had already unfolded.
"Ding Jingyi" was completely trapped in the blood-red evil prison, and blood-red chains bound "Ding Jingyi"'s hands and feet.
Xiao Mo stood in front of "Ding Jingyi" and had already raised the long sword in his hand.
The black and red evil spirit condensed on Xiao Mo's sword again.
Within a radius of thousands of miles centered on Xiao Mo, the sky and the earth once again turned black and white, with only Xiao Mo and the long sword in his hand as the only different colors.
The last move of the Blood Demon Sword Technique - Open the Sky.
This knife contains everything of Xiao Mo.
Cut it down with one knife.
The area of a hundred miles behind "Ding Jingyi" was cut into an abyss by Xiao Mo, and all the mountains and rivers along the way were cut in half.
The manic sword energy spread for thousands of miles.
Whether it is a human, a monster or an animal.
When they felt Xiao Mo's sword energy, they all trembled as if they had walked through the gates of hell.
The sword energy dissipated.
"Ding Jingyi" was also split into two halves.
"Ding Jingyi" lowered his head, watching his body gradually turning into blood mist, then raised his head and looked at Xiao Mo. There was no despair of dying in his eyes, but only anger towards Xiao Mo.
"Xiao Mo, you couldn't kill me before, and it's even more impossible to kill me now."
He spoke coldly.
"Just wait. No matter how long it takes, whether it's a thousand years or ten thousand years, one day, I will kill you with my own hands!"
As His words fell, Ding Jingyi's body completely turned into blood mist and dissipated. The golden light that had previously merged into Ding Jingyi's body returned to the stone statue again.
The stone statues cracked like porcelain.
The stone statue seemed to have been weathered, turning into lime and dispersing in the air.
"Won? Xiao Mo really won?!"
Qing Yuan looked at Xiao Mo standing in the air, her eyes dull and full of disbelief, wondering if she was dreaming.
Even the three thousand year old Qing Yuan almost jumped for joy.
However, Xia Kong and the other cultivators who stood on the side of "Ding Jingyi" had extremely complicated feelings in their hearts.
At the beginning, they were very confident in their leader, believing that he could seize the power of the gods and enter the legendary lost second realm.
After all, that god had been sealed for so many years and was extremely weak, while his own sect leader had reached the perfect state of ascension and had even absorbed the luck of the Wandao Sect.
What they didn't expect was that the leader of their own clan was possessed by the spirit.
If that were the case, it would be fine. This god has just been resurrected and is alone. If he wants to do something in this world, he will definitely need some people to help him.
They are also very willing and honored to be the gods' lackeys.
But in the end, the god was killed by Xiao Mo.
The Man Who Killed God
Even if this god is incomplete, he is still a god.
So far, the God-killing man they knew only existed in the legends of ancient times.
On the other side, Xiao Mo flew down towards Qing Yuan and inserted "Ran Mo" in front of Xue Kui.
Qing Yuan immediately chanted the incantation, and the soul jade emitted light.
Attracted by the light, the Blood King's Yang Spirit returned to its place.
But Xue Kui did not wake up, but fell into a coma.
"Let's go back to Yexue Peak first." Qing Yuan said to Xiao Mo.
"good."
Xiao Mo nodded, picked up the Blood King, and walked towards the Blood Peak step by step.
Xia Kong and some other cultivators with ill intentions felt Xiao Mo's faint breath and looked at the immortal weapon in his hand with burning eyes.
They admitted that Xiao Mo was indeed very strong, so strong that he could make all the cultivators in the world doubt their lives, and so strong that he could kill gods.
But now Xiao Mo is at the end of his strength, this is the best opportunity to kill Xiao Mo.
As long as he kills Xiao Mo, not only will he be able to obtain the immortal weapon, but after Xiao Mo dies, everything about the Wandao Sect will be easy.
If Xiao Mo didn't die, when he recovered, not only would the Wandao Sect have no place for him and his people to stand, but Xiao Mo, who was such a vengeful person, might even chase him to the ends of the earth.
Xia Kong and other monks exchanged glances and were ready to take action.
But at this moment, Xiao Mo raised his head and glanced at them.
Just one glance, and Xia Kong and the others felt a bone-chilling chill from head to toe. Their breathing even became a little weaker, and their heartbeats kept accelerating.
Even though they knew they could definitely kill Xiao Mo now, fear prevented them from taking a single step forward.
At this moment, Si Li flew out from Wanhua Peak, holding a short sword, and stood in front of Xiao Mo to protect him.
The head of Luosha Hall, the head of Guiyun Peak, and some other hall heads, peak heads, and elders also stood in front of Xiao Mo, staring intently at Xia Kong and the others.
Xia Kong and others frowned.
They have already taken sides.
Under the protection of these old guys, there is no way I can succeed!
"Let's go!"
Xia Kong shouted to his colleagues around him, and then was the first to fly out of Wandao Sect.
Other monks followed one after another.
After Xia Kong and others left, Xiao Mo looked at the elders, hall masters and peak masters standing in front of him and memorized them one by one.
After returning to Yexue Peak, Xiao Mo placed Xuekui on the bed.
Qing Yuan immediately took Xue Kui's pulse, then opened the scroll-like needle sleeve, gave Xue Kui acupuncture, and fed him various pills.
Finally, Qing Yuan pulled up Xue Kui, sat cross-legged behind her, and used her spiritual power to flow into Xue Kui's body to heal her wounds.
Xiao Mo looked at his master's pale face and could only wait by the side.
Every profession has its own expertise. Sister Qingyuan is not only a Mohist cultivator, but also a medical cultivator, and she has profound attainments in both areas.
An hour later, Qing Yuan opened her eyes and her back was already wet with sweat.
Qing Yuan wiped the sweat from her cheeks and lowered her legs from the bed to the side under her skirt.
"Sister Qingyuan, how is Xue Kui?" Xiao Mo asked.
Qing Yuan shook her head, her expression extremely complicated and lost: "Just use the blood evil energy to flow into your master's Tianming acupoint and see, and you will know."
Xiao Mo walked forward and channeled his blood evil energy into Xue Kui's Tianming acupoint.
Soon, Xiao Mo discovered something was wrong.
In Xiao Mo's opinion, although Xue Kui's life fire was weak, it was only because of his injuries.
After Sister Qingyuan's treatment, the injury should be stabilized.
But Xiao Mo noticed that Xue Kui's life fire was still slowly extinguishing.
It was obvious that there had been serious problems with Xue Kui's body for a long time.
"Sister Qingyuan, what's going on?" Xiao Mo raised his head and looked at Qingyuan. "Is she so badly injured this time?"
"Alas," Qing Yuan sighed, "It's not this time that's the most serious injury, but the last time."
Qing Yuan looked at Xue Kui lying on the bed and continued speaking.
"Although your master's talent is not as great as yours, she is still rare in the world. She is a genius that can only be seen once in ten thousand years. For her, the Ascension Realm is just a piece of cake.
Even most people think that your master will be the next leader of Wandao Sect.
But in three thousand years, your master was injured once."
"Three thousand years ago?"
Xiao Mo frowned, remembering what the Black Dragon Sect leader had said to him at that time.
When the leader of the Black Dragon Sect knew that he was Xue Kui's apprentice, the first thing he did was to ask about the condition of his master's injuries.
But the Black Dragon Sect's leader Roger did not elaborate.
He only mentioned it briefly at the time, and then, as if realizing something, he changed the subject to the Chaos Scroll.
“Yes, three thousand years ago, your master had been searching for the whereabouts of your great master.
You may not know that your master is an orphan.
Your grandmaster brought your master up the mountain when she was three years old.
For Xue Kui, Senior Zhou is her mother.
At that time, your master mistakenly entered a forbidden area, and his bones and spiritual veins were almost completely destroyed.
But fortunately, your master returned to the sect safely.
Afterwards, your master practiced a forbidden technique, at the cost of his own path to the great Dao, gave up the possibility of entering the realm of ascension, and forcibly continued his life.
If there hadn't been this war, your master would only have fifty years to live.
This time, she was seriously injured again, which triggered her hidden disease. "
As she spoke, Qing Yuan gently bit her thin lips, her eyes filled with crystal tears.
But even if Sister Qingyuan didn't say it, Xiao Mo knew what Sister Qingyuan meant.
Looking at the Blood Demon lying on the bed, Xiao Mo remained silent for a long time.
"I'll go get her some medicine and see if it works."
Qing Yuan wanted to ask if she could live a few more days, but when the words came out of her mouth, she felt a bitter taste in her mouth.
She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, not knowing what to say.
"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Qingyuan. I will take care of her from now on." Xiao Mo said slowly.
"Yeah." Qing Yuan glanced at Xue Kui, turned around and walked out of the room.
Xiao Mo sat at the head of the bed, quietly looking at the woman lying on the bed.
"Boy, I like you very much. From now on you are my apprentice. What is your name?"
"Remember, from now on, if someone kills you within the two realms, you will be responsible. Outside the two realms, I'm here."
"Boy, do you want to drink?"
"Reading? I do read. Who says the emperor's uncle isn't a book lover?"
"Oh, that's too much trouble. From now on, all matters concerning Yexue Peak will be decided by you."
"Daoist companion? There is no man in this world who is worthy of me. But if you were my age, when I was young, I might have fallen in love with you."
"Really? You've never called me Master."
"Hurry, hurry, call the master to come and listen, hurry, hurry!"
Looking at her appearance, Xiao Mo's mind kept echoing scenes of his meeting with Xue Kui.
In Xiao Mo's heart, she did not look like a master.
But it was this master who allowed me to have a fairly decent childhood.
This is the kind of master she is. When she was "running rampant" in Wandao Sect, she always stood behind her for no reason.
It is such a master who would rather sacrifice his soul and give up reincarnation to forge immortal weapons for himself.
Xiao Mo shook his head and pulled his thoughts back from his memories.
He stood up and tucked the quilt for Xue Kui.
At this moment, Xue Kui's eyelashes trembled slightly, her eyes slowly opened, and her cynical eyes looked at Xiao Mo.
"What's wrong? You look a little unhappy." Xue Kui's pale lips curled up slightly. "What's bothering you? Let me help you to clear it up."
"Nothing." Xiao Mo sat back in his chair. "It's just that someone is dying. I'm a little uncomfortable with it."
"Is that so?" Xue Kui nodded while lying on the bed. "There's really nothing we can do about it, but maybe after she dies, you'll slowly get used to it."
Xiao Mo: “.”
"But."
Xue Kui stretched out his hand and gently touched Xiao Mo's eyebrows with his white fingertips.
"The dying person doesn't want to lie in bed and wait for death. She wants to go out for a walk. Silly boy, are you willing to accompany her?"
(End of this chapter)
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