Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

No wonder the Spirit King's memories are exactly the same as his.

There were flowers gathering on the window sill sitting in the spring breeze, and there were twelve boys surrounding the south window where the evil spirit was rumbling. Every section of the road he walked, every lively street he passed through, every person he met, every life and death he saw.

No wonder every move he made was made by this Spiritual King. There was no trace of sloppiness, even the sword intention was exactly the same.

How could it be different...

That was his sword.

After splitting the sacred tree, he sealed the spiritual sword in the Falling Flower Platform. After that, it was never used again for three hundred years.

Unexpectedly, Lingtai Tiandao actually used this sword as a spiritual object to create a body, and then used the tribute seal to absorb spiritual power, and finally became the spiritual king above the chaos line.

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At that moment, the confused Spirit King suddenly opened his eyes.

The spiritual power belonging to Wu Xingxue in his body was trembling heavily, and the outline of his figure became hazy and blurred in the tremor. From a distance, it looked like a long straight sword shadow wedged into the ground.

The sword shadow trembled slightly, just like the reaction of being a spiritual sword.

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There is boundless sword intent projected from him!

Each one is wrapped in frosty coldness, and the sharpness reveals the kind of compassion that Wu Xingxue often has.

Those sword intentions moved from the inside out, and the power of the spiritual platform that was wrapped around him was stabbed to pieces. It was as if some of the thick clouds surrounding the bright sunlight had been swept away.

Wu Xingxue understands that kind of looseness best.

He could feel that the Spirit King was gradually getting out of the way, allowing him to control the body.

As if after three hundred years, he held his sword for the first time in a long time.

But the moment the Spirit King completely loosened his grip on the sword, overwhelming screams and howls suddenly enveloped Wu Xingxue.

Unexpected severe pain and coldness swept through the whole body instantly.

It was a kind of pain that could not be resisted at all. It came too suddenly. Wu Xingxue arched his back and held on to the sharp rocks on the edge of the cliff.

The edges of the rock were as sharp as knives. Wu Xingxue clenched them so tightly that his fingers were instantly stained red when they were scratched by the edges. But he felt nothing.

Because the severe pain and coldness in his body had already overwhelmed everything.

At first, Wu Xingxue didn't realize where this severe pain and coldness came from. Until he felt the sharp pain like thousands of ants eating his heart.

Only then did he realize that it was a pain similar to the calamity period.

The pain was not unprovoked, but came from the person he had killed.

All immortal disciples in the world have learned a saying -

It is said that people hate the most when they are about to die. Regardless of whether he is a good person or a bad person, whether he is innocent or deserves it, as long as he has the slightest bit of unwillingness, he will resent the person who killed him.

That kind of profound unwillingness will wrap around the murderous hands, the murderous sword, and cling to the soul of the murderer, asking day and night.

As long as there is an opportunity, it will appear, like thousands of ants gnawing at the heart.

It was a resentment that even gods feared.

This is where the devil’s calamity comes from…

The pain of the Spirit King also comes from this.

When Wu Xingxue's hand grasped his sword again, the kind of resentment that even gods feared came towards him, like a black mist.

He saw countless pale faces in the dark clouds.

Those were the people he had killed under the imperial edict.

He has a very bad habit of looking carefree but having an excellent memory for these things.

He remembered every person he had killed on those chaotic lines.

I remember the way those people looked when they were walking in the streets and chatting with others. Some of them even had no idea what he was doing when they first met him, and even smiled at him.

In the end, he either cried or died in a daze at his hands.

It is precisely because he remembers everyone, listens to every curse and resentment, and quietly endures the severe pain and cold caused by every soul tearing at the soul, that he cannot tolerate Lingtai Tiandao leading people to it again and again. Opening up random lines, time and again calculating the life and death of mortals in the balance it forces.

So he won't regret it.

Never regretted it.

How about falling from the clouds into the abyss? So what if he turns from a spiritual king to a demon?

If he encounters the same moment as three hundred years ago, he will still split his soul, scrape all his divine power, destroy his own immortal essence, and completely disappear the sacred tree from the world.

He would still stand upright, with resentment wrapped around his body, looking at the Lingtai Heavenly Way above the sky, and ask: Did you see it? This is the death of a mortal.

The life and death of all souls is as heavy as a thousand stones. When it is wrapped all over the body, it is almost impossible to move even an inch. You have never carried an inch of your life, and you have never experienced a single point of it, so why should you make any calculations? !

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Those overwhelming resentments and the people he had killed one after another suddenly hit him at this time, like a deterrent.

To intimidate Wu Xingxue was to intimidate the Spirit King.

The Spirit King's body was shaped by that Spirit Sword, and he was also bearing the resentment that Wu Xingxue endured. But he has never had a body before, and this is the first time.

He never knew that when the souls of the dead gathered in one place, they would be so dense that no amount of spiritual sword power could sweep them away. It turned out that the resentment of life and death was really so heavy, so heavy that he was almost bent over.

It turns out that it is so difficult for the soul to be bitten and eaten.

It's so cold that you can't help but shiver.

But all of this was incomparable to the pain he felt when he saw those pale faces.

The sword he held in his palm hummed as it trembled, and then countless cracks spread from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

There seemed to be a voice surrounding him, saying to him amidst the huge hum and pain: That is a murderous hand. That hand is full of resentment. He has no right to hold the sword...

He shouldn't be here in the first place, he should go back.

Send him back.

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Everything that the Spirit King had loosened was slowly healed amidst all the pain, and the clouds and mist slowly enveloped him again. The tribute seal between Wu Xingxue and him once again became unstable.

In pain, he instinctively resisted and wanted to cut off the tribute seal.

But as the effectiveness of the tribute seal gradually weakened, the pain that felt like thousands of ants gnawing at the heart actually got better. Those resentments also became blurry to him.

It seemed that from beginning to end, only Wu Xingxue was lingering.

He was just implicated.

As long as he cuts off the involvement, he won't have to suffer any more.

…

Everything happened at that moment——

The whole world shook violently, just like before at the bottom of the Great Sadness Valley.

Wu Xingxue was surrounded by thousands of dead souls and didn't even notice the vibration. And when he blinked away the blood on his eyelashes and opened his eyes again, he felt like the world was spinning...

It took him a moment to realize the meaning of the vibration and cracking——

He, Xiao Fuxuan, and even Fang Chu were about to be forced out of that chaotic line again.

In the chaos, he vaguely felt the high prohibition wall dissipate. He heard Xiao Fuxuan's voice and Fang Chu's City Lord.

The next moment, he was being held by someone.

He wanted to say that he almost succeeded, but unfortunately...

This time they had no backup plan.

Xiao Fuxuan returned to his original form, and Fang Chu was also swept out. There is nothing above the chaotic line that can hold them back.

In this way, they and the entire world became passive parties, and could only wait for the Spirit King to come with his sword.

The chaotic mountains and rivers disappeared into the darkness, and only the wind carrying heavy snow still whistled past my ears.

However, just when everything subsided, the howling wind and snow suddenly stopped.

The moment was stretched to infinity.

No matter how many years passed, they would always remember this moment clearly.

At this moment, the wind and snow fell into silence in the darkness, and the whole world seemed to stop and no longer flow forward.

Wu Xingxue breathed lightly.

I heard the wind that had gone away suddenly become violent, and the heavy snow in the sky hit me again. The chaotic lines of mountains and rivers that disappeared into the darkness suddenly became clear, and they were within reach in an instant.

Even the brilliance of the prohibitive wall is still there.

The originally broken tribute seal suddenly started to flow spontaneously. Wu Xingxue touched the side of his neck and looked up.

He saw the Spirit King leaning on the ground with his long sword, wrapped in the same resentment of the undead as him, and stood upright in the dark fog and hunting wind.

At that moment they realized that they had been pulled back into chaos at the critical moment.

The person who brought them back was the Spirit King.