Chapter 395 King's Arrival

A cliff outside Kongtong.

A silent man with one arm and a sword landed on the top of the cliff. He was dressed in old clothes, with long hair untied, his face was carved by a knife, and his left cheek was covered with strange lines that looked like breathing, which spread all the way to the lower part of his neck.

The entire sword is wrapped in thin shackles.

The thirty-nine-year-old Immortal Terrace Shaolong Terrace Master, [Prisoner Fox] Zhang Xiaozhu.

At this moment, he frowned slightly, waiting for something, and tapped the scabbard with his fingers lightly - this was a weak emotion that was extremely difficult to reveal in this cold man.

Only a moment later, the old man Xiao Ting, dressed in black and with white hair, walked out of the mountain formation. The unsheathed sword hung at an angle on his waist. The dark color on his clothes was stained with blood.

"Thank you for waiting, Mr. Sui." Sui Zaihua's voice was a little tired, "It seems we haven't met him before?"

"The size of Kongtong is like finding a needle in a haystack." Zhang Xiaozhu whispered, "There is no crane inspection."

Sui Zaihua was silent for a moment and said softly: "After checking, he is dead."

"." Zhang Xiaozhu closed his eyes, "Is it true that there is no clue about the direction in which they fled?"

"It was the rumored "Youtian Scroll", and I wasn't there at the time."

".Then that's all."

"This is the only way." Sui Zaihua repeated, "This is the only feasible and fastest way - there is little hope of finding them before the enemy."

Zhang Xiaozhu was silent, looking at the vast Yushan Mountain.

"This case is so strange that no one had thought of it before." Sui Zaihua lowered his head to wipe the raindrops on his sword, then raised his head, "Many things are irreversible, so we can only stop everything from now on."

Zhang Xiaozhu was still silently looking in the direction of the Kongtong Mountain Gate, and said for a long time: "Collecting the body of the descendant of Yunlang is really something that is unimaginable."

Sui Zaihua was about to say more, but suddenly his gaze turned to the same direction as Zhang Xiaozhu.

A ray of profound energy swept out from there and submerged into the Cangwu Yushan Mountain.

"Let's go."

This was the third hour after Pei Ye and the others entered the cliff cave. The rescue they were looking forward to was still a hundred miles away.

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Sea of ​​clouds.

Round wall sword stand.

Everything returned to tranquility.

The goddess-like woman's heart was penetrated by the glazed sword, and was nailed to the seal-engraved "Gushe Heart Sutra". The girl stood in front of her, with only a slim back, and some tattered white clothes floating slightly in the morning breeze.

Pei Ye staggered forward, and his hair was cut and scattered by the sword energy just now, as if he couldn't believe the victory was finalized: "Have we won?"

"Yes." Mingyun nodded and said softly, "In this way, 'Tianxin' is under control."

"." Pei Ye opened his mouth a few times, but nothing came out. In the end, he just lowered his head.

But he quickly raised his head again and looked at the girl with a somewhat intermittent breath: "How about it? Is there any way to control it?"

Mingyun looked at the frozen woman on the wall and shook his head gently: "If you want to hold the 'Heaven's Heart' in your hands, now it's just a journey of a thousand miles, starting with a single step."

"'Tianxin' can only be defeated. Before finding her position in 'Mingxin', as long as this sword is pulled out, everything just now will happen again." Mingyun said.

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There was a moment of silence.

In silence, Pei Ye suddenly tilted his head: "What about humiliating her? Do you think it will be useful?"

".What?" Mingyun was a little confused for the first time.

"It's just humiliating. Don't you know how to humiliate people?" The young man looked at her, "After I surpass others in the field they are best at, I will say a few words."

"It's great," he added.

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"Oh, then you should be humiliated." Mingyun looked at him quietly.

Pei Ye really took a look at the woman nailed to the wall. There was no blood or any miserable appearance. Even now, she still looked like a goddess above the sky. Until his eyes touched the familiar face of Gaoyuan, he suddenly averted his eyes.

"No, no, no." Pei Ye waved her hands quickly and glanced at Ming Yun. She was even a little worried about a misunderstanding. She looked down at her and explained in a low voice, "I was joking."

Ming Yun lowered his eyes and bent the corners of his mouth, but quickly pursed his lips lightly and said nothing.

Of course she knew he was joking because now was not a time for easy joking.

Ming Yun looked at the young man. Every word he spoke was hoarse and broken. He was so weak that he seemed to be about to dissipate at any time. His body was cut with large gaps by the sword energy.

This is a battle of state of mind, and the young man's state of mind has long been in danger. After this battle, he has almost exhausted himself, but everything is still not satisfactory.

Yes, they defeated Tianxin, but this only stopped Gu She from harming the body.

This is not the path originally prescribed by the "Gu She Heart Sutra" - since you have suppressed the "Heaven's Heart", it will naturally be difficult to regain the power of the "Gu She".

They had talked about it.

If the winner is Tianxin, then the woman can immediately regain control of Gushe's Qi and enter the second realm of "Gushe". Even if she is seriously injured, her strength may be better than her original peak.

But if the winner is Mingxin, then things will be a lot more troublesome.

This is a new road untraveled.

At other times, this may be the situation that women expect - Mingxin and Gushe being separated, and indeed overcome it.

This means that Gushe may be controlled by her as an object. As Mingyun said, it can be a sharp sword or a beautiful piece of clothing, although this requires long and detailed exploration.

The way the Death Building makes a woman lose the power of resistance in a short period of time is to advance the death hurdle she must pass. Now that she has crossed this hurdle, the woman should naturally gain an extremely precious harvest.

But this is not "some other time."

There has never been a time when the power of women is needed more than now.

She needed to regain control of Gushe's energy, stand up again, hold Liuli in her hand, drag her injured body, and turn around to face the pursuers who had arrived behind her.

There was never any other possible rescue.

Here is the vast and vast Kongtong. Only the boy and the woman were seriously injured and leaning on each other in the wind and rain. They had exhausted all their efforts to hide, but the powerful enemy still found them.

Without any resistance, everything will be over within half a breath.

A woman cannot completely control Gu She with a clear mind in such a short period of time. The only way is to "reconciliate" - trying to return to the time when everything has not happened, put Ming Xin and Gu She back together, and rebuild the broken world. Mirror, order "Gushe Heart Sutra" to try to restore some operation.

Then she was able to use the half-broken "Gu She", which was seriously injured and would collapse again at some point, as a weapon to fight for a chance of victory from the two powerful enemies.

Because she is Ming Qitian, I believe she can accomplish such a miracle again.

The price paid first includes giving up the gains from this breakthrough, and even burying the hidden dangers after the broken mirror is repaired - of course they are no longer so important in today's situation.

Being able to stop the collapse of the "ice body" and even allow the woman to pick up the sword again and face the enemy is a skylight in a desperate situation.

That's what makes this victory feel so heavy.

When they chose to let Ming Xin survive, they chose such an extremely difficult and tortuous path that still may not lead to success.

She also knew that this would make the weak young man behind her feel depressed and silent.

But Mingyun was not very good at comforting people. He calmed down, put down Liuli, and raised his hand expressionlessly towards the body of the god in front of him.

Originally one person, they become one again.

But his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

Ming Yun was startled and turned around. Pei Ye looked at her weakness and said softly: "Miss Ming, I'm here."

".What?" Mingyun didn't understand for a moment.

"When I chose to fight Tianxin willfully, I thought about it." The young man lowered his head and forced a smile, "I chose the option I liked more, but in the end I left a more difficult situation to you to deal with. It's too much like a little kid child."

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"Miss Ming, since we have won this game, you don't have to give up your humanity, and you don't have to admit defeat to "Gu She". Even if you can accept it calmly." Pei Ye raised a pair of bright eyes and looked at her, Pursing her lips, she whispered, "You don't have to sacrifice anything you have."

".I'll handle them."

Mingyun understood the young man's thoughts in an instant, his body tensed, and he spat out a tight syllable: "Don't--"

She immediately grabbed it with her backhand, but Pei Ye's exhausted state of mind could no longer support this second heart-cutting, and the young man's figure shattered and disappeared.

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Pei Ye opened his eyes, the cold wind and rain were still beating on his body, and in front of him was the woman's peaceful face.

He felt inexplicably worried and dazed for a moment. Looking into the depths of these clean and clear eyes, he called out softly and tentatively: "Mingyun?"

"Who are you calling?" The woman in front of him looked at him quietly.

Pei Ye came back to her senses immediately, feeling a little helpless and embarrassed: "Oh. Oh! I'm sorry, Miss Ming."

But Ming Qitian did not look away. She looked at the young man and responded softly: "Yes."

There was a moment of gentleness and silence between the two.

And outside this cramped stone platform, the mighty and powerful profound energy filled the eardrums in an instant, and the trees shook wildly, as if a collapsing mountain was coming.

Sima and Yi Duanzhi were already ten feet away.

Pei Ye couldn't help but smile, but Ming Qitian only looked at the frail face in front of him with a strange tranquility. A kind of destruction had begun to happen unstoppably in his mind.

He didn't give her any chance to choose or refuse.

Now she can only help him complete all this.

Ming Qitian gently stretched out her hand, held the glass in the young man's hand, and let the clear blade cut the blood from his palm.

Outside the bluestone, Sima Qingyi swept over with his sword in the windy and rainy sky.

He could clearly see the bluestone, and also clearly saw the two weak figures on the stone. The woman in white was leaning against the tree trunk in pieces, and the young man beside her was stained with blood, and he was seriously injured as if he was on the verge of death. The cold eyes beneath the scene were locked firmly on them.

There would be no hesitation, and he would not give them any chance. The sword blade pulled up the profound energy in the air. The first thing the sword did was to cut off the veins of the remaining arm. Just as he leaned down, he suddenly felt the feeling inside the woman's body. The riot disappeared.

This made his heart and lungs clench violently, but nothing happened in the next moment. The Yunbai's true energy did not revive around her, and the woman was still seriously injured and weak, and collapsed at the first touch.

But neither of the dying two men gave him a single look.

The line of fire and Tsing Yi were pressing down like the god of death, and the wind and rain all over the mountain seemed to be quiet. And on the bluestone under the tree, they sat opposite each other, holding the blade in their hands, and fresh blood flowed together in the rain.

Ming Qitian looked at the young man in front of her quietly, and slowly leaned toward him. Her eyes, nose, cheeks, and lips were getting closer and closer. Under the cold rain on Cangshan Mountain, the goddess gently pressed her forehead against the injured and dying man. on the boy's forehead.

The noses touched, the breaths smelled, and the two eyes looked deeply into each other's pupils.

Pei Ye had never looked directly into these clear and peaceful eyes so closely. They were as quiet as a clear lake and as beautiful as colored glass. When their eyes touched, there was no room for anything else in his vision, until this clear and transparent light came closer and closer. It completely enveloped him.

A world of colored glass completely enveloped him.

A storm of ice and jade blew up in the mind.

The indescribable coolness and transparency penetrated countless deep and accumulated heat and poison. No matter how deep and stubborn, no matter how subtle, they all shattered in front of these clear eyes. Dark blue, sticky, scaly, tentacles. It was as if a drop of bright mirror was placed in the center of the mind, and then everything dissipated in its extension.

Zhaotu retreated like a discovered mouse, leaving only a piece of extremely pure clarity.

[Bright Mirror and Ice Mirror], at this time, descended on the young man's mind.

So the next moment, [Que Shou] became stronger than ever before.

It was as if a decadent dynasty suddenly ushered in a new life. Those long-issued laws took effect in this realm in an instant. Zhaotu was expelled from the country like a thief who stole the country. Those eroding tentacles danced wildly in the sky, but they were just like tofu hitting an iron wall.

Pei Ye stood in the center of the mirror, and even the purple bamboo was cleared out.

The entire clear and flawless state of mind was still just like a lost mirror between the high sky, mountains, and purple bamboo, but, so what?

Even if it was a small piece, it was already a realm that completely belonged to him.

In the center of this realm, Pei Ye climbed up the high platform in the center of the purple bamboo forest step by step. He slowly raised his head and looked at the dragon whiskers hanging from the sky.

——"The erosion of the mind by the edict and the immortal is only based on [Que Shou]. Even if He really descends into your body, [Que Shou] is already a sword and shield that can resist."

——"The problem lies with you, Pei Ye."

[Que Shou] is of course the most powerful sword of the mind in the world. The one who holds it now is the most powerful sword master in the world.

Sima swung down from the sky with a sword, the trees bent and the rocks trembled, and the wind and rain on the sword rolled.

And in the eyes behind this strange and cold face, on the bluestone under the tree, the exhausted and dying boy looked up and stared at him coldly, supported the stone surface with his sword, and stood up slowly, crookedly, piece by piece.

In the hair that suddenly felt cold in his heart, Sima saw with coldness that the pupils were stained with flame-like red gold, and the black scales spread out from the corners of the eyes inch by inch.

The boy who slowly straightened his back tilted his head, looked at them coldly and quietly, and said softly:

"Listen respectfully. The secret edict of the dragon immortal."