Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

With Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu firmly guarding the passage, no soul could really settle down in this world, and the bridge could never be erected again.

Unable to draw more incense offerings, and withstanding the fierce attacks from Xiao Fuxuan and Wu Xingxue, the decline of the Immortal City was slowly revealed——

Thousands of Yao palaces are like ice cracking.

Thousands of miles away, dark clouds suddenly appeared, covering the entire sky in an instant.

The world went dark, followed by explosions and thunder! In an instant, there was a storm.

Fang Chu straightened up with difficulty in the torrential wind and rain, and wiped the droplets of rain and blood from the side of his face.

He glanced in the direction of Xiandu, without looking back, and said mutely to Ning Huaishan at the other end of the passage: Hold on a little longer, it looks like it will be faster...

He wanted to say It's almost over, but he stopped mid-sentence because he saw a piece of white at the end of the wind and rain.

At first Fang Chu thought it was water mist caused by heavy rain. Until he found that the white piece was rolling towards here very fast, almost as fast as a hundred miles in the blink of an eye.

That is definitely not water mist!

Fang Chu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the next moment he discovered...

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That's people.

Judging from the clothes and attire, it should be the Immortal Sect in this messy world.

They may have come after the gathered souls, or they may have been driven by the Heavenly Dao of Lingtai. Either way, it would be extremely bad for Fang Chu.

Because after blocking tens of thousands of souls, the evil breath on his body had already surged into the sky. In the eyes of the Immortal Sect disciples who gathered around him, he was the most important problem that needed to be eradicated in this mountain wilderness.

Idiot. Fang Chu looked over there and suddenly said in a deep voice, That mouth of yours is really...

Well why talk about if we all die.

What's wrong with my mouth... Ning Huaishan's voice came from the other side of the world. Such a loud sound of rain could not cover up the breath and fatigue in his voice, What the hell you said... Not finished yet.”

Fang Chu wanted to say, There's big trouble here, and I might not be able to stop it, but he changed his words when he got there.

He watched as thousands of Immortal Sect disciples copied military weapons and rolled toward him, but he didn't say a word. In the end, he just said: Forget it, it's okay, but I'm tired from playing, and I want to be lazy for a while. There may be more souls coming to the world in a while, you...

Fang Chu paused and said, Will you be beaten to the ground?

Ning Huaishan spat something over there and hissed: I can't lie down...come here!

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There are always fairy gates in the world to contain evil spirits, eliminate them and protect the way, which is the right thing to do.

But nowadays, such a scene is really rare in the world. Because there are too many people...

The Immortal Sect disciples' robes are like clouds and canopies, and there is a steady stream of souls of the dead gathering over them. The sharp light of the sword and magic weapon was mixed with resentment, and it poured down like a huge torrent, covering him instantly.

It was an attack that Fang Chu couldn't resist despite all his efforts, not to mention that he was already exhausted.

Ning Huaishan's unlucky words are about to come true...

Fang Chu said to himself in his heart.

But he still gritted his teeth and stood up with the smell of blood in his mouth, just about to explode his soul in exchange for his life.

However, when he self-destructed, something suddenly appeared and blocked his life gate and heart aperture.

Fang Chu was startled.

The shielding spiritual power was filled with frost and coldness, and was the aura of the city lord.

He suddenly remembered a scene many years ago——

He was as mutilated as a rag, but was picked up by Wu Xingxue without leaving his body. His whole body was soaked in the blood pool under the big tree. He was in agony and dizzy, feeling that he was going back and forth in the gate of hell until his severed limbs were restored. Growth and wound healing are slow.

The day he struggled to open his eyes, the city lord stood by the blood pool in plain clothes, bent down, and slapped his forehead with his palm.

He was trembling at the time, thinking that the infamous demon was going to kill him, but he found that the other party had just put a touch of spiritual power into his body.

Since then, he has really survived with his good hands and feet.

Since then, he has never really encountered a near-death situation.

Because there is always a touch of spiritual power that will give him a hand.

…

Because of this, Fang Chucai did not want to let anyone down and wanted to do his best to help the city lord and Tiansu. But right now, he has no other choice but to self-destruct his spiritual god.

In a brief moment of confusion, the sharpest edge of thousands of weapons and weapons was right in front of him.

Fang Chu's breathing was stagnant, and it was too late to react.

That was the most critical moment in this mountainous wilderness——

The tip of the sword at the front was only a millimeter away from Fang Chu's eyes, and the next moment it would penetrate his head and nail him to the cliff.

At that moment, countless white flying swords came from the sky, and each shadow became a long line, like a falling star.

Those threads covered the sky and covered the earth, intertwined into a huge fairy net, and suddenly opened in front of Fang Chu's eyes like a sudden appearance of the sky, blocking the thousands of weapons and magic weapons and suddenly closing them at the same time!

The immortal disciples and souls who flew towards Fang Chu were blocked behind the net.

The next moment, their whole bodies were covered with snow-white frost. In the freezing cold, they could no longer hold their weapons firmly, so they could not move forward.

City Lord?!

As soon as Fang Chu looked at Shuangxue, he knew who this move came from.

Under this blockage, he barely managed to save his life.

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At this time, in the Immortal Capital, everything was at a critical moment.

As soon as Wu Xingxue withdrew from the human world, he heard the voice again. When he and Xiao Fuxuan swept away the numerous immortals and charged towards the spiritual platform with the smell of blood and solemn aura.

The vague and indistinguishable voice sounded again.

Perhaps because of the same origin, only Wu Xingxue could hear it. But when it fell on his ears, it seemed to come from all directions, resounding throughout the entire Immortal City.

Have you ever thought about it?

Why do you often fall into trouble?

Because you are always like this. Distracted when you shouldn't be distracted, stepping in to stop irrelevant things.

What an irrelevant matter... Wu Xingxue raised his sword and went up to the peak of a spiritual platform again. The tip of the sword swept across the cliff, causing snow foam to fly. What is an irrelevant matter?

Someone's life?

Or is this the case for all living things?

Behind them, the peak of the upper spiritual platform made a huge explosion sound, shattered into pieces, and turned into stone dust and crashed down.

There are twelve spiritual peaks hanging high in Xiandu Lingtai, and each of them has restrictions. On ordinary days, those mountains of swords, seas of fire, and illusions are all punishments for the immortals who violate the immortal rules. At this moment, those became the barriers blocking Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue replied through voice transmission: Here to you, a person's life and death are indeed insignificant matters. They can be used to fill in good and evil, and used to 'calculate' life and death. In my case, the person I brought here has only one life. Nothing less.”

Wu Xingxue stood up straight with his sword in hand. The evil energy in his body was as strong as flames, and the resentment of the creatures was lingering, screaming, biting, and torturing.

His face was pale, but he was covered in blood, and he was incompatible with this flawless fairy city.

…

He had clearly been sitting quietly on top of the clouds, and had been called gentle and compassionate, and had also been called a startling glance.

He is obviously the earliest immortal here.

Now, because it is opposite to the spiritual platform, it has become the most incompatible existence here. Except for Xiao Fuxuan and the sword in his hand, everyone here would call him evil.

The immortals who were swept away did not know how many times they attacked him, including Yun Hai, Meng Gu, Sang Feng, Or Ge... and so on.

Those old friends are completely controlled by Lingtai Tiandao on this chaotic line. With unsmiling faces, they came from all directions manipulating various magical weapons and fought against them again and again.

That offensive was heavier and more difficult than the melee in the immortal capital twenty-five years ago, and it was even more regrettable.

Because this time they are fighting with their lives.

The immortals burned the spirit god madly, and all they sacrificed at that moment were life moves. Because Wu Xingxue and Xiao Fuxuan were still one step away from the spiritual platform.

And Lingtai Tiandao was sure of one thing - they couldn't kill these immortals now.

Wu Xingxue held the spirit sword in his hand, and he had the heaviest and most unbearable resentment of the dead soul in his body. The immortals on Lingtai often send blessings to the human world, and are covered with the best prayers and blessings in the world.

Such an immortal can be worth millions of people.

If one more person is killed, the resentment that clings to Wu Xingxue will be so overwhelming that he can no longer stand up or hold the sword.

But Wu Xingxue couldn't give up the sword.

Because he had already become a demon, he needed this spiritual sword, and needed the chaotic Spirit King to strike the most important sword at the last moment - to cut off the chaotic string, and the spiritual platform would no longer exist.

It's like a dead end.

Under this deadly knot, the immortals were controlled by Lingtai and wanted to intercept him and Xiao Fuxuan before the finish line.

That would be the most dazzling and tragic scene in this Immortal City - thousands of Immortals performing their fateful moves at the same time and smashing down on this spiritual peak.

From now on, all uncontrolled conflicts and troubles that escape from the way of heaven will cease to exist.

Before that moment, the ethereal voice said to Wu Xingxue: You always talk about calculations, but that's not the case. Everything in it is a balance.

balance?

Balance... Wu Xingxue repeated the sentence and laughed out loud.

He said softly: I've actually been thinking...can you still be considered the heartless, formless and formless Heavenly Dao from the beginning?

I've been thinking about it for a long time, and now I finally have the answer.

He raised his eyes.

The figures surrounding the immortals were reflected in his eyes, like mist. The blades and sharp edges of those magic weapons came out from the clouds and mist, whistling in the fastest and strongest wind.

But he just looked at each other and Xiao Fuxuan, then looked at the top of Lingfeng not far away, and said: You are no longer there a long time ago.

When you hope that you will live forever, hope that the immortal city will prosper, and hate that you will collapse and disappear, you will have 'life and death'.

When you interfere in the affairs of immortals, demons and mortals for the sake of 'life and death', and lead out chaos and right and wrong, you have 'good and evil'.

When you are in the midst of 'good and evil', you have no right to be above all sentient beings and to balance good and evil.

You already don't deserve it, so why are you talking about 'balance'?

The moment the words fell, the situation in Xiandu suddenly stopped.

A huge suction force comes from the ground of the Immortal City, comparable to the combined pressure of all the immortals. It was like a huge force came rushing in, grabbing all the overhanging peaks and cliffs and slamming them towards the ground——

The next moment, the immortal capital was shattered!

That was probably the raging wrath of heaven.

In the midst of the rolling mad disaster, a voice sounded coldly: I can try to test whether this is true or not.

The one who speaks is Tiansu Shang

Xian Xiao Fu Xuan.

The pale golden mark on his neck lit up slightly at that moment, and then, his spiritual sword whizzed past the turbulent and falling cliff rubble, and was nailed directly to the spiritual platform.

The sword trembled harder than ever, and golden light flowed through the blade.

The sword had cracks for the first time in hundreds of years since Xiao Fuxuan had carried it with him.

The cracks started from the tip of the sword and spread to the hilt in an instant. It seemed like it would shatter into shards of cold iron in the next moment.

More violent wind howled, coiling around the sword. In the end, a wind vortex like a wild dragon formed.

Just before the spirit sword was completely shattered, the blade finally lit up, as if golden light was flowing.

Those who have seen Tiansu can tell at a glance that every time the spiritual sword looks like this, it is doing one thing——

Cross-examination.

It is said in the world that before the Heavenly Immortal beheads or punishes an evil demon, he will always strike down the demon with a sword and ask on behalf of Heaven why he is doing this.

But now it's the other way around.

Regardless of chaos or the current world, whether it is the past or the future, this is the grandest interrogation.

This is the Immortal Xiao Fuxuan from Heaven, who is the representative of all living things in the world, asking questions to Heaven.

I want to ask a question for everything that has died and disappeared under the forced good and evil for hundreds of years, as well as for the precarious and dark world...

Why come to this? !