Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Immortals should be born and transformed in response to the Lingtai, so everything here can become the weapon of the Lingtai and the heavenly way.

If the wind blows by the side, the clouds lingering everywhere, the brilliant colors of the sun and the moon, the countless immortal angels and fairy children, and the tens of millions of Jade Yao palaces... everything you see, Everything he heard became an attack, and it was difficult to move even an inch.

At this moment, the immortal capital is so difficult to move forward, but no one can stop the immortals who are going straight to the Lingtai.

Sang Feng's boat trip map has a magical power, and Meng Gu's flower-moon mirror can create illusions. Once the two compartments are closed, Yao Palace disappears.

All the immortals are like on the map, crossing the mountains and seas.

The clouds of prayer flags wrap around in all directions, covering the sky and the sun; the flowers and lanterns sweep across, shining for thousands of miles.

Or the singing fingers are like flying stars, the pipa is leaning on it, the frightening strings are like rushing rivers, and the sound is like clouds and thunder.

Xiao Fuxuan's spiritual sword was shattered at the moment of asking the sky. His hands were empty, but he still burned his soul and transformed into a golden shadow of a giant sword that flew away, holding it under the clouds in the sky while it was shaking.

So a strange scene appeared in the world at that moment——

The broken jade cliffs of the Immortal Capital fell down, and they should have fallen to the world, but they were condensed in the golden light, trembling, but not a single star fell.

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The spiritual platform that towers over all living beings is actually only one step away, but within that step, there are numerous disasters and countless calamities.

That is the longest step in the world, a moment is like a year, and it may not reach the ground in a lifetime.

However, there was a person who lost his body and spirit and had already walked three hundred years before the immortals.

So in the end, all their magic weapons were destroyed, but they still reached the top of the spiritual cliff.

Orge's hands were full of blood, and he held the pipa and played the last note at that moment.

When the sound was halfway through, all four strings were broken, and the crimson that sprang up from the strings was violently lifted several feet away, and the only remaining magic weapon was swept into the sky.

The sound of strings suddenly stopped.

The next moment, the spiritual platform was surrounded by thunder, rain and fire like a war, and the immortals subconsciously shielded their eyes with their hands. However, a blood shadow came in the opposite direction, like a flying star, and disappeared into the wind, thunder, rain and fire.

That's Wu Xingxue.

***

He couldn't remember how many chaotic threads he had cut off.

He has held the sword too many times and killed too many people. What was once an endless road is now finally coming to an end.

Every time he went to cut off the chaos, he always carried the fairy light. Only this time, he has no immortal light, and is full of resentment, and that resentment is the souls of countless dead people.

Wu Xingxue whispered to the dead souls: This is an explanation I should give you.

As soon as he finished speaking, he held the sword shadow formed by the Spiritual King from the chaotic thread in his hand, and slashed straight down from the spiritual platform!

Countless chaos, countless dead people over the past hundred years, all the love and hate that have gone through in this world were all paid into this sword...

However, the sword failed.

***

When the spiritual sword that could cut the chaotic thread fell, it should have felt like the body and soul were torn apart. Then the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and the chaotic thread turned into nothingness.

However, when Wu Xingxue struck down with his sword, he felt nothing but emptiness.

what happened?

Why...is this happening?

He was stunned.

Immediately afterwards, he heard the ethereal voice again. The voice resounded through the spiritual platform, surrounding Wu Xingxue, and said amidst the storm and thunder: How can the Spirit King, who rises from chaotic lines, cut off the chaotic lines? That is the reason for his existence.

absurd.

Stupid.

The mantis' arm is like a chariot.

…

Wu Xingxue's pupils shrank suddenly and her heart suddenly collapsed.

He suddenly realized what ordinary people often say when they laugh at themselves - even if it takes all their wealth and all their lives, it is just in vain.

It's all in vain...

He felt like he was falling into a freezing ice cave at the bottom of the sea for no apparent reason.

All kinds of changes suddenly occurred and everything took a turn for the worse.

Wu Xingxue almost fell to the ground, and the spirit sword clanged. Immediately afterwards came the sudden change of wind and thunder——

The sudden and violent shocks were extremely unusual. Each shock made people feel like their body and soul were being torn apart. It seems that half of it is still in chaos, and the other half will return to this world.

The muffled hum and dull sound were covered in the sound of collapse and explosion, which was inaudible. No one should have been able to hear it, but Wu Xingxue suddenly turned his eyes in the darkness.

Under the fragmented scene, he was covered in blood and his eyes were covered in blood, but he couldn't actually see anything clearly. But he could feel that the immortals were no longer able to support themselves, and they all collapsed and knelt down.

He knew this feeling all too well.

This is Lingtai Tiandao in a situation where his sword failed, and he wants to sweep all the people in the world out of chaos!

Only this time it's not just that...

He could also feel that everything in his mind was fading rapidly, and everything he had seen, heard, and experienced was being taken out of his mind bit by bit.

Wu Xingxue was at a loss for a moment in the gradually becoming blank state, and suddenly reached out and grabbed the sword blade.

The stinging pain from the sword cutting his palm made him clear for a moment!

At that moment, he realized that this time Lingtai Tiandao not only wanted to sweep them away from here, but also made them forget this place.

Maybe not just here, but everything related to this.

Wu Xingxue's eyes were confused.

He suddenly staggered to his feet and whispered: Xiao Fuxuan...

this world

No one knows the feeling of forgetting better than them. He has experienced it for hundreds of years.

Mountains of swords, seas of fire, and the pain of physical and mental destruction could not make him frown, but this alone made him really scared.

He didn't want to hear Xiao Fuxuan ask again: Are you Wu Xingxue?

Not willing to let Xiao Fuxuan hear it again: You recognized the wrong person.

In the endless cleaning and forgetting, Wu Xingxue walked through the wind, rain, clouds and thunder like knives and swords, looking for him in the blood-filled eyes, and then grabbed Xiao Fuxuan with all his strength.

However, at that moment, the fragmented scenes and the tremors of the mountains and rivers suddenly stagnated, and even the feeling of the memory being withdrawn from the brain slowed down.

It was a strange feeling, like... someone was grabbing everything on the way to return to this world.

The moment of stopping came so suddenly that no one could figure out what was going on.

Including Wu Xingxue.

But the next moment, he suddenly understood in the coldness.

Because when he caught Xiao Fuxuan, he saw him lowering his head, his lips were pale, and the three nails on his ear bones rolled to the ground.

But he groped hurriedly, but couldn't find the soul inside Xiao Fuxuan's body.

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Xiao Fuxuan's naturally shattered soul is indeed no longer in the body...

He had experienced a long period of forgetfulness and had tasted the feeling of everything important being taken away, so he knew better than anyone else what Lingtai Tiandao wanted to do at this moment.

This time he will stop...

No matter what.

So at the moment when the cleaning and forgetting began, he took off the mourning nail.

The shattered soul flew out at that moment.

Those broken spirits are scattered one by one, falling in all directions, like the lonely and deserted distant stars in the long night of midwinter.

And Tiansu Shangxian Xiao Fuxuan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, used the soul all over his body as a thread to forcefully nail it to the chaotic line, holding everything together.

As a result, all cleaning and forgetting were blocked by life and death, making it impossible to advance or retreat.

***

At that moment, the wind and thunder in the sky on the spiritual platform suddenly became dead silent, and then roared even more crazily.

The sound of the spiritual platform that Wu Xingxue had heard many times resounded silently amidst the whistling sound, falling towards the man who was half kneeling on the ground, and towards the distant stars in the sky.

Such a person...

In fact, hundreds of years ago, at the beginning of the Immortal Capital, someone once asked Xiao Fuxuan like this, asking him: Why did Tiansu become an immortal?

Ordinary people always have some purpose in practicing, whether they want to live forever, or to protect others, or to become strong. But these always seem very light on Xiao Fuxuan...

But he was determined and fearless all his life.

In the end, even Lingtai Tiandao had to ask such a person.

A person who would carry the corpse of a child he had never met on a cliff; a person who would protect a towering sacred tree from lightning when he was about to die; a person who would sit on the thickest resentment for hundreds of years in order to bring harm to the world. ; A person who uses his soul to intercept the chaotic line when it is about to disappear...

What is the purpose of such a person?

However, Xiao Fuxuan and the way of heaven are not of the same origin. He could not hear the last line of Lingtai Tianyin at all. Otherwise he might answer: Because I promised.

Because he once promised the one he loves: you can go wherever you want to go, end anything that needs to be ended, come and go freely, without restrictions.

A gentleman never breaks his promise.

There’s another thing that even he himself doesn’t remember——

He was born in the army for three lives and died on the battlefield for three more lives. With the heaviest evil spirit, the toughest destiny, the most broken soul and the most arrogant sword in the world, the dead souls under his sword are actually as numerous as the Soul King.

But what he wanted to see most was that one day he would look around with his sword in hand and find that there was no one in the world who needed to be killed.

So he could return the sword to its sheath and take a good look at the twelve miles of flowers in spring and March.

Someone once sat in the canopy of a tree and heard these words. So even if Xiao Fuxuan forgets it, there is still someone in this world who remembers him and misses him to this day...

***

Wu Xingxue's eyes were red and she knelt in front of Xiao Fuxuan.

His fingers touched Xiao Fuxuan's forehead, but his fingertips were shaking very lightly, as cold as frost.

No one's soul can be separated from the body for a long time, and no one's body can stay in the void for a long time.

He could feel Xiao Fuxuan's forehead and heart going from warm to cold bit by bit. He knew that this kind of strong resistance would not last long...

He couldn't bear to part with it for a moment longer.

The empty voice from the spiritual platform said: You are ridiculous, stupid, and like a mantis with your arms like a chariot.

Too many things told him: sometimes all the money and all the lives are taken, but what he ends up with is often not a bright future, but a futile effort.

But no.

How could he be willing to let these people and the person he loved risk their lives, but it was all in vain?

He couldn't bear it.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue raised his head and glanced at Yuan Xing. Then he turned his head and whispered something in the man's ear.

He said: Xiao Fuxuan, wait until the next three months on earth and watch the falling flowers together.

***

The moment he finished speaking, the spirit sword in his hand rattled and transformed into the body of the Spirit King with chaotic lines.

At the same time, the tribute seal that had been struck five times on Wu Xingxue's neck began to flow again.

With this tribute seal, he can control the body of the Spirit King in chaos with the help of spiritual gods.

Or……

At this moment, he is the Spiritual King of chaos.

Wu Xingxue left his body in place, and then jumped down to the Immortal Capital alone.

He thought of a way.

It is a last resort but also the only way.

The moment he was forced to pause by Xiao Fuxuan, he was like a silver star line, penetrating from the sky to the ground.

Where he went was the chaotic Luohuashan City.

***

Wu Xingxue entered the forbidden area of ​​Luohuashan City as the Spirit King of Chaoxian. Then, he did what he had done three hundred years ago -

Under the blue sky of the forbidden land, he split the sacred tree and scraped away all his divine power.

He once again endured the pain of being separated, and once again blood flowed all over the ground. He watched as the immortal energy of his body dissipated and the evil energy surged to the sky.

And at the moment when he turned from immortal to demon, the same punishment as three hundred years ago was triggered, and fell on him again——

That is the obliteration of heaven.

It was the most massive and loneliest influence in the world, and everything about the Spirit King of Chaotic Lines, whether it was existence or traces, perished.

Therefore, the Spiritual King of the chaotic line ceased to exist from the beginning.

And at the same moment, the originally frozen chaos suddenly began to waver. This wavering is not to sweep anyone away, but to truly cause the world to collapse and everything to be nothing.

because……

If there had never been a Spirit King in this chaotic thread, no one would have brought another Dream Bell into the world, and no one would have gone back in time to find the source.

Therefore, no one would pass by a wilderness during the retracement, and no one would see Yun Hai who was dying at the mouth of the demon at that time, and the sound of the dream bell would not ring at that moment.

Yun Hai did not hear the ringtone when he was about to die, nor did he think of his past as an immortal at that moment.

He has no reluctance or regret.

Yun Hai, the former Xiandu Langguan and later a mortal, did not struggle to turn into a demon at that moment. He reincarnated quietly and died instead of dying under the sword of Huaxin in the Valley of Great Sorrow.

There are no messy lines from the beginning.

Then everything collapsed...

The moment Lingtai Tiandao obliterates the Spirit King of Chaoxian, it is equivalent to obliterating itself.

***

Wu Xingxue could no longer bear the pain, and sat on her knees in the desolate and lonely forbidden place. The hem of her robe was spread on the ground, and blood flowed from all the major points, staining everything everywhere bright red.

He swallowed the blood in his mouth in a daze, and raised his head amidst the ringing in his ears. His five senses were gone and he couldn't see anything. The last scene he saw was darkness and silence.

But in fact, the sky that day was not dark and colorless, but bright.

The moment when all the chaotic lines collapsed, the present world was finally revealed. It was almost dawn, and the light of the rising sun slowly came over from the highest distance...

He did the same thing as three hundred years ago, but it was no longer in vain, nor was it a desperate effort.

***

Although few people in the mortal world know about it later...

But there once was a spiritual king in this world.

His alias is Zhao.

Zhao is the brightness of the rising sun, its brilliance is brilliant.