Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

If the tribute seals are connected, the status of the two people can be slowly brought to an equal level little by little.

If the effect of the tribute seal is strong enough and the connection established is deep enough, Wu Xingxue can still try to influence the spirit king.

If he succeeds, he can suppress the part of the Spirit King that is controlled by the Heavenly Dao of Lingtai, allowing the Spirit King to wake up completely.

If it fails...

If you fail, you will be beheaded in this world.

The human world he once sat on the top of a tree and looked down upon would be extinguished and all its splendor would be destroyed.

There has been liveliness, silence, love and hate, joy and sorrow, life and death, and I have heard crying and laughter. Those places and people who have seen the spring in March and the snow in the middle of winter, there is no trace of their existence anymore.

He cannot afford to lose.

Wu Xingxue tightened her grip on Xiao Fuxuan and repeated softly: You believe me...

The effect of the tribute seal circulated rapidly at that moment.

The spirit king instinctively resisted, and his whole body erupted with shocking coercion and immortal power——

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A strong wind is coming!

Barriers suddenly appeared all around, and restrictions made of immortal power rose from the ground, like countless walls stretching from heaven to earth, separating everyone.

City Lord!

Tiansu!

Fang Chu jumped up and wanted to break through the restriction and go to Wu Xingxue.

However, he took a step to the left, and a restraint glowing with silvery white light crashed down against the tip of his nose.

He turned to the right, and the second hit came straight down.

He took another quick step back, and there was another attack from behind.

…

In the blink of an eye, everything was locked. He was trapped in a small area and couldn't move a step!

His moves, energy, demonic power, and panicked and hoarse shouts were all sealed inside and could no longer be transmitted.

The other side.

Xiao Fuxuan's sword energy was faster than anything else.

The moment those restrictions rose from the ground, thousands of crazy sword lights belonging to Tiansu had already reached those high walls where the light was flowing.

But when the Wanjun Sword was as powerful as a broken bamboo, it was about to penetrate the high wall.

Blood gurgled out from where the sword tips touched, and dark red traces instantly snaked from top to bottom, endlessly.

When the forbidden blood oozed out, Xiao Fuxuan saw the figures of King Ling and Wu Xingxue tremble at the same time.

Xiao Fuxuan's expression changed and he suddenly withdrew his sword energy.

The moment the sword energy was withdrawn, the wind and mist cleared. The white fog was swept by the strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, it submerged the restrictions in all directions on his side.

So he could no longer see Wu Xingxue...

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Tens of thousands of restrictions were smashed down on the human world, enough to separate rivers, lakes, seas, mountains, wild cities and alleys, making it impossible for them to communicate even if the earth collapsed.

There is only one place where two figures coexist.

It was Wu Xingxue and the Spirit King.

Wu Xingxue squeezed her free hand and looked up.

The spirit king was shrouded in brilliant light, possessing the most powerful immortal essence today, and the most powerful spiritual energy flowing from his body, all of which came from Wu Xingxue himself when he was at his peak.

But after the tribute seals were circulated and connected, the Spirit King's body became filled with a faint breath of evil spirits, and strands of black mist wrapped around the Spirit King's robe.

The scene was inexplicably shocking, like blood flowing into the pure snow.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

Because that scene was somewhat similar to the scene when he became a demon.

It's just that the black mist that wrapped around his body was not so wispy, but surging, as if it could swallow up everything.

At this moment, he felt like he was looking at himself after three hundred years.

He watched as he was wrapped in the devil's breath, and watched as blood seeped out from unknown vital points, staining his clothes bit by bit. Watching myself go from a dazzling immortal to a pale, mottled, ghostly aura...

Do you regret it?

Wu Xingxue seemed to hear a voice asking.

Who is speaking?

Wu Xingxue frowned.

The sound was submerged in the howling hurricane of the barrier, and was extremely blurry. For a moment, it was difficult to tell whether it was a flash of his own words in his mind, or whether Lingtai Heavenly Dao was asking him through the mouth of the Spirit King.

Just when he was stunned, the Spirit King, who was holding his long sword on the ground, suddenly raised his head.

The immortal power exploded in an instant, and the huge impact shook the mountains and rivers within the restriction. The connected tribute seal was broken for a moment under the shock.

It was at that moment that the Spirit King turned his Spirit Sword and the wind came!

That body shape was too fast, as fast as lightning.

One moment it was still a hundred feet away, and the next moment the sword tip was in front of Wu Xingxue's throat.

Wu Xingxue suddenly raised his eyes at that moment.

He tilted his head towards the Spirit King and missed the tip of the sword at the critical moment.

At the same time, his two fingers had already touched the word Zhao on the side of the Spirit King's neck.

then……

The pressure poured from the tip of the sword hit a mountain peak heavily.

When the hundred-foot-high cliff suddenly collapsed into sand and stone, the coldest frost mixed with blood fell on the seal of Zhao and spread to the whole body in an instant.

The souls of the Spirit King and Wu Xingxue pulsed heavily at the same time.

The tribute seals were connected again at that moment.

Wu Xingxue heard the sound again amidst the loud noise of the cliff collapsing.

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: Do you regret it?

Are you asking? Wu Xingxue moved her lips.

The Spirit King was still wearing the silver mask that Wu Xingxue had never left his hands on. His body trembled slightly, like a struggle, under the increasingly heavy effect of the tribute seal.

What? The Spirit King's voice was hidden behind the mask, No.

In fact, Wu Xingxue also realized it without him having to answer.

The sound was not nearby, but resounded in all directions, bumping back and forth between the barrier and the restrictions that reached the sky and the earth. The Spirit King was completely unaware of such a huge and unmistakable sound.

It seemed that from beginning to end, only Wu Xingxue could hear it.

At this moment, the newly connected tribute seal collapsed again.

The spirit king's overall temperament instantly faded, and his movements and slight tremors suddenly stopped.

Wu Xingxue narrowed his eyes.

I felt a chill behind my back.

He didn't need to look back to know what was going on. After all, the Spirit King's moves were all the moves he was most familiar with.

At this moment, there were probably tens of millions of flying swords filled with spiritual power, pulled into the clouds, and fiercely shooting straight at him!

Wu Xingxue didn't even look back, he just blocked it with his hands behind his back.

He saw snow foam gathering all over the sky, condensing into a barrier in front of thousands of sword tips.

The frost spread quickly along the flying sword, and then exploded.

It was like the biggest snow in the world fell within the confinement.

At the same time that the Spirit King was shaken away, Wu Xingxue's back bones also hit the rocks on the dangerous peak.

Blood flowed out from the already cracked vital point, instantly staining the robe.

The voice sounded again: Do you regret it?

Wu Xingxue coughed and wiped the blood on the side of his face with the back of his hand. This time he finally replied calmly: What do you regret?

Another move strikes!

Wu Xingxue could barely avoid it, so he used a backhand move.

There is the largest snow in the world within the forbidden area, which is overwhelming. He and the Spirit King could not see each other, but every move could be executed accurately.

They have exactly the same attack habits, the same blocking and counterattacks.

But the Spirit King is still at his peak, and he uses a sword.

As for Wu Xingxue's sword, when he became a demon three hundred years ago, it was sealed away in his once favorite Luohuashan City and never used again.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Xingxue's clothes were soaked in blood.

He continued the attack he was most familiar with and blocked the sword intent he was most familiar with. When he hit the rock again, he heard the voice asking him one sentence after another.

You split the sacred tree, destroyed your own soul, and turned from an immortal into a demon.

You fell from the clouds into the deep pool of the devil's cave. From the spiritual king to the one everyone talked about, you became the devil who avoided snakes and scorpions.

Erased, forgotten, cursed, feared.

Now it has to be replaced.

The sounds came from all directions, overlapping and overwhelming. With the fiercest wind and heavy snow. It was clearly blurry, but it seemed to carry the heaviest pressure, shaking the mountains and rivers.

The immortal essence is shattered, the immortal body is no longer there, and even the simplest tribute seal is intermittently ineffective.

Do you regret it?

The strong wind swept across.

Wu Xingxue raised her eyes and spoke softly and firmly at that moment: No.

The next moment, he raised his hand in the raging hurricane and placed a heavy weight on the tribute mark on his neck.

In an instant, the wind and snow suddenly became silent, seeming to have stopped in mid-air.

Fresh blood flows from the second tribute seal.

There used to be a well-known truth in the immortal capital - the tribute seals on the statues of human gods can only have one level, not more. Because the statue of the god is made of clay and has a golden body, it cannot bear it.

If it falls one more weight, the idol will burst into sand.

Later, some people said that if it were replaced by a puppet's physical body, the power it could bear would be stronger. The tribute seal can barely fall to the second level. But this is the limit. Even the immortal body can never exceed the third level.

However, at this moment, within the confines of the snowy blue sky.

Wu Xingxue's long, thin and pale fingers fell on the tribute seal again and again, feeding it with blood.

Every time he falls, the Spirit King's body becomes stiffer.

With every level he fell, the Spirit King became more like him.

Every time he falls...the connection between him and his other self becomes tighter.

He received five tribute seals in his life.

By the end, even his fingers were shaking and his body was covered in blood streaks. But he lowered his eyes, twitched the corners of his mouth, moved his lips silently, and said to the invisible wind of heaven and earth: Look, how can you stop such a tribute seal?

The moment the words fell.

The wind and snow roared, and he and his other self knew and felt the same.

They stood alone in the wind and snow, with the same body shape and posture, covered in blood but not dust.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue seemed to be in two bodies.

He is both a demon and a spiritual king.

Where did you come from...

He asked softly in his heart, and then activated the most surging energy and spiritual orifices.

The next moment, with the same knowledge and feelings, he saw clearly the origin of the Spirit King.

Wu Xingxue actually had doubts for a while.

What kind of spiritual object is this body that can withstand the spiritual power and immortal energy at his peak? Not only does it not explode and die, but the whole body is shattered, it can even really travel through the so-called chaotic lines like the Spirit King. .

Not only that, this spiritual king even recalled the scene he saw

The scenery is exactly the same as him.

How can any spiritual being in the world do this easily? How can any body turn into such a spiritual king?

Only at this moment did Wu Xingxue finally know...

Because he felt the most familiar thing in the body of the Spirit King - the sword intention.

It was neither imitated nor made out of thin air, but the sword intent that once belonged to the Spirit King alone.

There has always been only one spiritual creature in the world that could possess such a thing——

Wu Xingxue's sword.