Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

During the Tianshu years, there was heavy snow in Mianzhou.

Unprovoked sea snow is sealed for 100,000 miles, and it has been sealed up to the northern region of Canglang.

***

It's too cold here, with thin ice floating in the stagnant water.

Wu Xingxue stood on the dead tree in the water, washing the blood from his hands.

Those hands were slender and white, without a hint of firework, and seemed to have only teased the birds in the Yao Palace and the flowers of Xiandu.

But not long ago, those two fingers tore off several heads.

So he washed carefully and didn't mean to open his mouth, so the people waiting on the shore didn't dare to open his mouth.

After holding their breath for so long, they finally waited for a word.

Which year is this? Wu Xingxue asked.

The voice came through the vast water, a little vague.

The people on the shore reacted for a moment, and hurriedly replied: Tianshu twenty-five years.

Wu Xingxue sniffed his washed fingers, and finally turned to look at him: Tianshu?

Yes, Tianshu.

Tianshu... Wu Xingxue softly repeated the unfamiliar era.

The person who answered hurriedly said, The hundred schools of Xianmen have changed it.

Oh.

Wu Xingxue lowered his hand, and during his movements, there was a light clanging sound of gold and stone friction.

...as if in chains.

Several people on the shore reacted greatly to the sound, and their scalps were all numb.

They looked carefully at the people in the water.

I saw Wu Xingxue dressed in a pale green plain clothes, almost melting into the cold mist.

But whether it is the wrist between the sleeves or the ankle bone exposed by the bare feet, they are all pale and clean, and there is no trace of the chain.

But the clanging sound is real.

Someone murmured softly, This voice is—

Shh! Crazy? You're the only one who talked about it face to face? Don't drag us to death!

The person who interrupted was afraid of being heard by the person in the water, so he only dared to use his breath to scold.

Too bad it was still heard.

What is it? Wu Xingxue asked, Don't stop, keep talking.

Everyone on the shore stagnates for breath, swallows saliva, and shakes very lightly with their fingers hanging by their sides: No...no! We...we didn't say anything, really didn't say anything.

Everyone knows that the Canglang Northern Territory is a more terrifying place than the Devil's Nest.

The sprites in the world are not afraid of retribution or immortals and Buddhas, but they are only afraid of dying here.

The evil spirits imprisoned here will be nailed to heavy heavenly locks. I can't see it and I can't solve it, I will be held accountable on behalf of the sky. It can be as short as a day or as long as a year. The impaled evil spirits must be tortured, their souls are scattered, and their souls and flesh are destroyed.

Therefore, the Canglang Northern Territory has been suspended in the sky above this boundless sea for five hundred and thirteen years, and only cannot enter.

Except for the devil Wu Xingxue.

He is the only one who has been locked here for twenty-five years and is still alive.

Such a devil, now wearing an invisible chain, whispered, What is this clang, tell me? Who would dare to answer?

The dead silence slowly filled the cold fog.

The people on the shore glanced cautiously, and saw Wu Xingxue tilting his head and staring at them without saying a word. It was cold from head to toe.

Done.

The unsettled Lord has begun again.

the people said.

In fact, this well-known devil does not look scary. On the contrary, he was born with a noble face, a very nice voice, and a very good-looking appearance, especially his eyebrows and eyes.

The end of his eyes turned down slightly, and when he looked down from the top, he looked like ink that had just melted in a cold pond.

But so what?

Not to mention the evil generals under his command, even the original twelve immortals of Lingtai, he said he would kill them. Who can not be afraid?

He speaks, afraid.

He didn't speak, and was afraid.

If you tilt your head like this again, it will be even worse!

The crowd was drenched in cold sweat.

After a while, the person who first said the wrong thing shuddered and said, City Lord, City Lord, I was wrong. I didn't choose to say anything, I shouldn't hold the lock... spit! In short, I shouldn't! I really, I really-

He wiped a bloodstain on his mouth, and was about to swear by a curse.

He heard Wu Xingxue say, What's wrong with you, I don't understand.

...

Also, do you call me City Lord?

...

Grass.

What's wrong with the word City Lord, you can't call it?

Several people on the shore were going crazy under the layers of questioning.

But what they didn't know was that the one on the tree had collapsed long ago-

Wu Xingxue's face was calm, but there were huge waves in his heart. There are only four big characters in my thoughts: How could this be so!

He just slept soundly, how could he get on someone else's body? ? ?

Just a moment ago, he was still the prince and dignitary of the Magpie Capital. He just put down the jade wine from the Qushui feast, and put on a cloak to return to the house.

Magpie did not stop even after two days of snow, and the road was a little difficult to walk. He was tall, and the little servant was struggling to hold the umbrella, crooked.

He couldn't see, so he picked up the umbrella and beat himself, and then put the jade stove in his sleeve away. The little servant was flattered all the way.

The people in the house had already set up Mrs. Tang in the room, and it was so warm that he felt sleepy when he entered the door.

He remembered that he took out a folklore book and read it while leaning on the couch.

Outside the window, the winter sparrow landed on the flower bell, clattering.

He listened, watched, and somehow fell asleep with his head back...

Wait until woken up by the noise of people talking,

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in this ghost place—

Surrounded by vast waters, fog filled the sky.

There was only one dead tree in the middle of the water, standing alone. Underwater shadows are chaotic, all short branches of blue and white.

At first he thought that it was the white coral that magpies have been popular for a while. If you look closely, you will see that they are all human arms.

It's all human arms...

And he stood on the branch of the dead tree that would break at any time, with no fulcrum on his bare feet.

...

And the wind blows him.

Still shaking.

Also full of blood.

God knows how much he wanted to curse at that moment.

The people in the book of poems and books closed their eyes and said that they were suddenly dreaming about juvenile affairs.

Oh, wrong.

It's his ghost body.

Thanks to the few broken mouths on the shore, before he had time to say the wrong thing, he figured out the most important points—

This ghost place is called Canglang Northern Territory, and it is a place dedicated to imprisoning demons.

He is the devil who is locked up.

The few on the shore seemed to be his former subordinates. When one of them broke in, he was dragging half of the bloody corpse in his hand and kicked into the water with a blank expression.

It can be seen that there is no good class.

Surrounded by such people, can he say I'm not the original owner?

Having said that, those few subordinates who were sincere and frightened were afraid that they would change their faces on the spot, tear him into two pieces, and throw him into this pool of stagnant water.

So he had to wash the blood from his hands while mulling over their words.

As a result, it took most of the day, and it came up with City Lord, I'm wrong, City Lord, I shut up and Spit.

It's dying.

***

As he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

It was a little hard to tell through the thick iron-like mountain wall, but at first glance, I only felt that there were countless people surrounded and sacrificing swords.

There are also human words mixed in, and words such as what are you waiting for and that devil can be vaguely heard.

Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud bang. The broken black iron and black stones rolled down one after another, and the gloomy and boundless cold pool shook violently—

Dumped Wu Xingxue and held onto the nearest branch.

...

The few men on the shore were listening to the movement outside the mountain wall, their brows were furrowed, and their faces were ugly.

It doesn't sound good.

It is estimated that all the hundred schools of Xianmen are here.

It's bound to come. Didn't they always take the Canglang Northern Territory as their fate?

How do you say that, the last place in the world that can frighten the evil spirits and filth, shouldn't you be killed?

Ha, so what, it's not all there yet.

Boom!

Another sound, the mountain wall is still like cast iron, but the tremor is getting stronger and stronger.

No, according to this posture, they will come in soon! City Lord, let's— The men turned around and said with a pause.

He saw Wu Xingxue drooping his eyes, clutching a freshly severed dead branch between his fingers.

Subordinate: ?

What are we talking about, let's continue. Wu Xingxue seemed to be just playing around with it. He lost interest after looking at it, and threw it into the water.

The subordinates stared at the dead branch that was quietly floating on the water, and their expressions were a little dreadful.

After all, everyone knows that everything that passes through the hands of this great devil, even just a drop of water, is worth fearing.

Let's... The subordinate licked his dry lips, but he couldn't help but glance at the branch, We have to get out of here quickly.

That's right, city lord. The Canglang Northern Territory has had a strange phenomenon in the past two days, and the world's rumors say that it has been exhausted. The hundred families of Xianmen are afraid that this place will collapse, so naturally they can't sit still, and they all come non-stop.

Half of it is trying to save.

Half of it was because he was afraid that the devil locked inside wasn't completely dead.

In this case, if the two sides meet, it will be a tough battle. A few people in my hands get a headache just thinking about it.

They were about to urge when they heard Wu Xingxue speak again: So you are in such a hurry, can't you fight?

Subordinate: ...

That must not nod.

City Lord, those immortal disciples outside are not worth mentioning at all. The eldest said.

The people beside him were silent for two seconds, then turned to stare at him: ?

It's the Canglang Northern Territory itself. He glanced around, It is said that there are visions here for days, and the spiritual energy of the offerings is exhausted. It should be true, otherwise we will not be able to enter here. It's just this The place, after all, was in charge of that... that Tiansu Shangxian.

He said the words Tian Su Shang Xian quickly and vaguely, but he was still slapped by the people around him.

He died together with Xiandu, do you have to be in front of the city master?! They took a look at Wu Xingxue secretly by taking advantage of the vast distance of the waterfront, and their voices were barely audible.

...

Wu Xingxue said it again, again with this pale face but tacit understanding.

That Tiansu Shangxian and I, no, do you have any secrets about my original body? Look at me like that.

Wu Xingxue wanted the subordinate to continue to mention it in order to understand the whole story.

But because of his identity, he had no choice but to give up.

He is not the original owner who was imprisoned here, so he can't give any other reaction. He could only listen to the unfamiliar name, silent and indifferent.

subordinates towards

He glanced at him: In short, in short, although that person has long since passed away, this ghost place may have his last tricks, and it is not good to be stumbled.

Too.

So City Lord, let's go quickly!

Their tone was earnest and earnest, almost bitter.

Their city lord also thinks it makes sense and can nod and promise.

But the city lord now has a more pressing problem.

Let me ask, how can he get him off the twig without losing his identity as a devil?

Wu Xingxue glanced at the deep pool under his feet, and then looked towards the shore.

The subordinates looked at him eagerly, waiting for an order.

He thought for a moment and raised his hand. With his slightly curved index finger, he picked out the few people on the shore, and clicked on one that was relatively pleasing to the eye.

Come here. His voice was still soft.

The person who was hit shivered a little, and froze there for no apparent reason.

I?

Um.

City Lord, I, did I say something wrong again? I didn't say anything just now.

Wu Xingxue: ...

cowardly.

Come here. He repeated softly, lowering his pointing hand.

During the action, those invisible chains made a clanging sound again.

The one who was targeted didn't dare to ask any more questions. He stiffened his head and stepped onto the pool of stagnant water, taking a hundred feet. In just a split second, he arrived in front of the dead tree.

City Lord.

He was about to settle down on the tree when he heard a loud noise!

Countless invisible sword qi came from all directions, carrying the chill of a hundred thousand miles of snow in the northern Canglang region.

The hand he stretched out to Wu Xingxue instantly turned into a cloud of blood, and the whole person was swept back to the shore.

In an instant, the Hantan giant formation, the tide turned skyward.

Wu Xingxue only felt Ling Lie's sword intent swept across his face, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

When he opened it again, he saw a golden lotus that was enough to cover the entire Canglang North Prison bursting out under his feet.

He saw a phantom figure holding a giant sword in the blinding snow foam and golden afterimages.

The man was very tall, with three black mourning nails nailed to the ear bone of his right ear. Like the wind on the endless sea with the smell of cold iron.

He turned his head to look at Wu Xingxue in the emptiness of the sky, and there was a golden seal looming under the ear connecting the neck and bones.

That's a free word.

Everyone knows that Xiao Fuxuan, the immortal of Tiansu, received the word free from heaven.

Forgiveness, forgiveness, all sins are eliminated.