Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The huge golden sword shadow gradually became lighter, and the buzzing tremors and sword sounds slowly stopped.

That was the end of the questioning.

Those scattered spiritual consciousnesses gathered into a human figure in the pale golden light, which was shallow and blurry.

It's the flower letter.

For twenty-five years, he had been using Feng Xue Li's body to bear Feng Xue Li's appearance, even if he took the form of spiritual consciousness on this chaotic line, it was still the same.

It wasn't until this moment that he finally showed his original appearance.

Wu Xingxue looked at the former Lingtai Immortal Head, suddenly feeling a little complicated.

He, Xiao Fuxuan and this immortal leader were indeed not called immortal friends, and the only understanding they had had came from Yun Hai.

I didn't expect that hundreds of years later, they would be involved, either explicitly or implicitly.

When the last afterimage of Hua Xin appeared in its original form, Wu Xingxue suddenly noticed a very slight sound not far behind him. It sounds like gravel rolling.

Is it the wind or someone?

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Just as he was about to check, the afterimage of Hua Xin suddenly spoke vaguely: Someone once told me in a casual conversation that he was often curious about why the devil in Tiansu dropped a question at the last moment...

Wu Xingxue was startled and turned around.

Do you hope that the evil spirits will repent? Even at this time, Hua Xin's voice still sounded calm, He said that he had seen evil spirits when he was still a mortal. He didn't think that when the evil spirits came to the end, they would sincerely repent because of a cross-examination. I feel like I was wrong.”

Wu Xingxue looked at Xiao Fuxuan and saw that his fingers holding the sword hilt paused and he raised his eyebrows.

No one in this world will feel that they are wrong because of punishment. Even if they admit their mistakes, they just don't want to be punished. I used to think so, and it still hasn't changed. Hua Xin's shadow lowered his eyes, not so much asking. , it would be better to say that he was thinking about the past during the inquiry.

He said slowly and softly: I've never been curious, but I couldn't figure it out with him back then, so I was a little concerned. Now... I've also been questioned by Tiansu once, so I'll ask him an answer.

Although no one is waiting for this answer anymore.

Why are you questioning me? Are you really trying to make the devil regret it at the last moment? Hua Xin said.

Xiao Fuxuan held his sword and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

After a moment, he said in a cold voice: Who cares about the devil's regrets?

Hua Xin showed a hint of astonishment.

Remorse is all fake, 'fear' is real. Xiao Fuxuan said softly, Fear is enough.

He has killed thousands of demons and sentenced them to death, but very few of them truly regretted it. But so what? Who cares about the devil's remorse.

The people they harmed are already dead, and even if they regret it, who can they show it to.

Besides Xiao Fuxuan, who else could see it.

So he didn't care about this at all. What he wanted was to make those evil spirits afraid.

Under questioning, those long or short lives and various scenes always make those evil spirits fear death. They watched how they reached the end step by step, always feeling unwilling and struggling.

But they knew they couldn't break free, so they were afraid, panicked, crazy, and desperate.

What these demons should have experienced should be what the mortals who had been victimized by them experienced before they died.

Regret is just the most unnoticed and insignificant one.

Xiao Fuxuan never cared whether the demon was truly remorseful or not. All he wanted was to pay it back to him.

This is the fairness he always seeks.

You are the most immortal person I have ever seen in my life. Hua Xin said.

Even to comfort the souls of mortals, they use this method with a murderous aura. There is no gentle compassion that the immortals often have.

This has always been unique among all the immortals.

No wonder. Hua Xin narrowed his eyes and said, No wonder you are the only two people who cannot be driven by Lingtai Heavenly Dao——

Wrong. Xiao Fuxuan said.

Hua Xin asked: What's wrong?

Xiao Fuxuan said: Not the only one.

Hua Xin: Who else?

Never a lot.

Xiao Fuxuan: There is one in my brocade bag, and I buried his body and bones for him.

who?

Yi Wusheng, a descendant of your Hua family.

Perhaps even Lingtai Tiandao could not have expected that when the opportunity to start over or come back to life was presented to him, there would be people in this world who actually turned it down and walked away.

There may not be many such people, but they can never be summed up by the word only two.

Hua Xin was silent.

He has not paid attention to the Hua family for a long time. Has that prestigious family ever produced a descendant who is as bright as the famous moon? What happens to those younger generations now?

Those human rumors were heard by the wind, but he didn't take them too seriously. He just hid deep in the mud wall and never looked back.

Even at this moment, Hua Xin is like this.

His figure is getting fainter and fainter, and his spiritual consciousness is getting weaker and weaker, but he has never experienced the fear, unwillingness, resentment and struggle that other evil demons have.

Until the very end, Hua Xin turned to look at Wu Xingxue, her voice so blurry that it was almost inaudible.

He said: I have one last thing... I want to ask the Spirit King.

Wu Xingxue didn't expect him to ask a question suddenly, and asked unexpectedly: What's the matter?

At this time, Hua Xin’s expression looked like

Different from before, it still seems to be calm, but there is a subtle tension. It seemed that everything before was foreshadowing, and this was what he really wanted to ask.

It seemed that this was not in line with his temperament. He didn't intend to ask, but in the end he couldn't hold it back.

Hua Xin stared at Wu Xingxue and said word by word: When Yun Hai fell back to the world, he shouldn't have remembered everything that happened in the immortal capital. But when I carried my sword and rushed to the Great Bei Valley to see him, he clearly remembered it. all.

Wu Xingxue frowned slightly, sensing what he meant.

As expected, Hua Xin glanced at Meng Ling on Wu Xingxue's waist, and said in a deep voice: The immortal was knocked down to earth and forgot his future. I'm afraid the Spirit King had a hand in this matter. Since the Spirit King took action, it must not be It can be easily solved. He was never the first, nor the last. Before him, and after him, there were immortals who forgot everything and returned to the world. As far as I know, no one has ever become a mortal. Suddenly I remembered everything in Xiandu...

The only exception is Yun Hai. Hua Xin paused for a moment and asked Wu Xingxue, Has the Spirit King ever done anything?

Wu Xingxue immediately said: No.

Hua Xin was silent and didn't seem to believe it.

Wu Xingxue: I have a close personal relationship with Yun Hai. I personally sent him to this world and rang the bell with my own hands. More than anyone else, I hope he will forget everything and not remember anything.

Hua Xin: Since the bell was rang by the Spirit King himself, there is no need for me to elaborate on how difficult it is to recover the memory. I believe the Spirit King himself has the best experience.

Wu Xingxue frowned deeply.

Hua Xin added: How can Yun Hai do what even the Spirit King couldn't do right away?

After Dabeigu nailed Yun Hai with his sword, he would often remember the look in Yun Hai's eyes when he looked at him, and he would often think of Yun Hai's words again and again. Those eyes and words clearly remembered everything that happened when he was in Xiandu.

When there was no one to blame, Hua Xin had some resentment towards Wu Xingxue.

He thought to himself, how could the memory erased by Meng Ling be easily restored? Just look at the current demon Wu Xingxue and you will know how difficult it is to restore memory.

Even Wu Xingxue himself had such a difficult time, let alone others?

How could Yun Hai suddenly remember everything without Meng Ling's help? !

And with Yun Hai's temperament, it would be very painful to think of what happened in the Immortal Capital in the past. How did Yun Hai spend those decades?

Hua Xin didn't dare to guess.

He sometimes wonders if Yun Hai never remembers the past. What will happen if I don’t remember who I was rescued by when I was young in the mountains, I don’t remember practicing magic in the Hua family, I don’t remember ascending to the Immortal City, and I don’t remember everything that happened in the Immortal City?

Will those things happen again?

Will there still be that sword from the Valley of Great Sorrow?

Probably not anymore.

Every time he thinks of this, Hua Xin will sink deeper into the mud wall, making it even harder to look back.

In the past hundreds of years, Hua Xin had never been mentioned, and naturally it had never been exposed to the outside world. It was only at this moment, when his spiritual consciousness was about to dissipate, that he finally asked with resentment.

He wants an answer, otherwise he can't rest in peace.

He looked at Wu Xingxue and said, Besides you, I can't think of anyone else who can intentionally or unintentionally unblock Yun Hai's blocked memory.

Hua Xin paused and said in a deep voice: Only you.

Wu Xingxue was a little silent.

It's not that he was really speechless by the question, but Hua Xin's words did make some sense——

He personally shook the dream bell for Yun Hai, and it was impossible for the other party to recover overnight, unless he accidentally heard the sound of unraveling the bell.

If that were the case, there really would be no one else who could do it.

Only him.

Beside him, Xiao Fuxuan's face turned cold. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly heard a voice as warm as the breeze: It's not just one person, there's me too.

That voice was clearly the same as Wu Xingxue, but it came from behind!

Wu Xingxue was stunned and looked at Xiao Fuxuan for a moment. Even the afterimage of Hua Xin was startled for a moment and suddenly raised his eyes.

They followed the sound and went——

Two figures swept through the wind one after another and landed nearby! When the boots hit the ground, they were as light as a drop of water. The sand and gravel made no sound, but they swayed with overwhelming pressure, shaking the entire underground cliff.

Xiao Fuxuan seemed to feel something about the sword with the word free in his hand, and the sword sounded softly, and a faint light flowed through it.

Wu Xingxue immediately looked towards the sword.

But I heard Xiao Fuxuan whisper: Nothing.

He moved his long finger and tapped on the hilt of the sword. The chirping sound suddenly stopped, and the spirit sword fell silent instantly.

Then he calmly raised his eyes and looked at the visitor.

One of them was wearing gilt black clothes, he was very tall, with sharp and cold eyebrows. There was a faint gold seal with the word free on the side of his neck that lit up and then disappeared. Even the wind blowing by his side carried a cold sword intent.

The other person was wearing white clothes and silver boots, a white jade hair crown, a mask engraved with silver wire, and holding a spiritual sword also engraved with silver wire. The scabbard of the sword clanged lightly against the clothing.

That was none other than Tiansu and Lingwang on Luanxian.

And the sentence that just answered Hua Xin, It's not just him, but also me, came from the Spirit King.