Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

He has the same roots as the way of heaven. I wonder if the Heavenly Way of Lingtai, which is above the Immortal Capital, can be experienced even a little bit through his body...

I'm afraid it's not possible.

I'm afraid never.

This is the most absurd and sad part.

Because the person standing on the opposite side is not a certain person or thing. That is the Heavenly Way of Lingtai, it cannot be touched or touched. All the unwillingness and anger were vented out, and there was not even a single response. It was like thrusting out a sword with all one's strength, but it missed the mark.

And it still upholds its so-called balance and truth, that blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, good and evil coexist, and immortals are different...

Because immortals are different, the same fire burned the souls of mortals to dust and burned Wu Xingxue to the point of pain, but his skin and flesh remained unscathed.

How ridiculous, he is obviously full of evil spirits, but he is still an immortal.

But is there another immortal like this in the world?

Because he has divinity, he has the body of an immortal.

Even when he was unstable before, he was already possessed by evil spirits, even though thousands of souls had just died in his hands. But he is still considered a fairy.

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As long as the sacred tree exists for one more day, as long as such a spiritual king exists for one more day, those troubles caused by the greed of life and death will never stop.

This thought lingered in Wu Xingxue's mind.

there is none left.

There is only one spiritual king in the world, who is full of killing evil, neither human nor ghost, neither fish nor fowl.

Amidst the crackling sound of the fire, there was a faint rustling sound.

A shadow suddenly appeared in the scorched wilderness. The shadow had the most beautiful canopy in the world, like clouds, mist, smoke and clouds.

***

After the souls bound here were dispersed in the fire, the forbidden place was shaken, and the invisible pressure spread out like water waves.

The towering tree just stood behind Wu Xingxue, like his long shadow cast on the ground. But he didn't look back.

He was still standing alone in the fire. Because of the bone-crushing cold and pain, it took all his strength just to stand.

That is the sacred tree hidden in the forbidden area.

At this time, he was withdrawn due to the concealment technique, and finally appeared in the wilderness, right behind Wu Xingxue.

After the cycle of life and death was stripped away from the sacred tree, these fallen flowers were nothing but shadows, just like the mountain city where he stood, they were all empty.

It's just an illusion.

After a long, long time, he raised his head and looked at the sacred tree's crown and branches covering the top, and the petals kept falling, never stopping.

He rubbed the thin frost off his fingertips and reached out to catch the falling petals, but he didn't touch anything.

Only this time...

It may not be possible.

He looked at his empty palms, blinked lightly, and after a moment whispered: I'm a little tired...

He transformed into a human being and was summoned to become an immortal. Since then, he has cut through countless tangles and cleaned up countless messes. He had endured unbearable physical pain countless times, and every time he could laugh it off and let it go with a wave of his hand.

who I am……

Should I still exist like this...

Behind those endless sorrows is anger, behind the anger is boundless emptiness, and after the emptiness is the exhaustion.

He had never been so tired.

But he did not move immediately, but stood for a long time.

He laughed to himself in that hesitation.

At that moment, the Spirit King asked himself in his heart.

In fact, when he asked this question, he already had the answer. When he removed the concealment technique of the sacred tree, he had already planned what to do.

He likes the closeness out of love, the thrill and joy caused by a certain person. It was different from the separation between life and death that he had seen while sitting among the branches. It belonged to two people alone.

This was the first time he experienced this kind of involvement. He had no reference and could not describe it clearly.

The heart said, look, even if you have been an immortal, you can still understand the feeling of a mortal when he is about to die. There are indeed many regrets and reluctances.

He even had an impulse to return to Xiandu to take a look. He went to walk under the south window again, he wanted to see Xiao Fuxuan.

He remembered the first time they met in Xiandu, Xiao Fuxuan looked up across the long white jade steps; thinking of the eaves under the south window, Xiao Fuxuan knelt half down and looked over. Thinking of Xiao Fuxuan looking over at Luohuashan City through the lights...

I remembered one time when he returned to Xiandu after finishing the Tianzhao's affairs, and he was so lazy that he didn't want to move. He leaned on the couch with his head propped up, sprinkled a piece of paper puppet actor, and sang on the stage he created out of thin air, beating gongs and cymbals.

I only know that mortals will always miss home when they die. He is not an ordinary person. Although he is incarnated on the Falling Flower Terrace, he is not considered to have a home.

He had no one to think of but Xiao Fuxuan.

He didn't know how to answer, so he joked in a daze: Otherwise, you can do the knocking. If the knocking sounds better than the actor's, I will reward you with two little boys.

The two little boys stood by the door dumbfounded, unable to see clearly what was going on in the room through a curtain, and asked in a low voice: Are we going to follow Mr. Tiansu?

He fell asleep to the babbling tunes, and vaguely heard someone raising the curtain and entering. He opened one eye lazily, and Xiao Fuxuan leaned on the table and lowered his head to kiss him.

He responded for a while, and then heard Xiao Fuxuan's deep voice coming from between his lips, asking him: Wu

Xingxue, why are you sleeping while listening to the actors playing gongs and cymbals?

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment.

Many people have heard rumors that he likes to use paper figures to make actors. Many people have guessed the reason, and they have the courage to ask him when they are curious. He gave many joking reasons, and although others didn't believe them, they didn't take them seriously either. After all, I just like to hear some lively noises.

Xiao Fuxuan replied: No need.

After he replied to the little boy, he looked down at Wu Xingxue's eyes carefully, glanced at the actors, and asked in a low voice: Do you hate being alone?

Because he didn't want Xiao Fuxuan to delve into why he rejected the ultimate quietness.

He didn't want Xiao Fuxuan to know that he had killed so many people...

Only Xiao Fuxuan seemed to be able to see through him at a glance and asked him if he didn't like the extremely quiet environment and if he hated being alone.

At that time, his heart felt as if someone had pinched him gently, and he felt sore. But he denied it and gave other reasons to cover it up.

The wisps of black smoke surrounded him, exuding the smell that only evil spirits can have. It was the unwillingness and resentment of the deceased.

How is he going to appear in front of Tiansu who specializes in slaying evil spirits like this...

To this day, he remains the same.

He wanted to see Xiao Fuxuan, but he lowered his head and glanced at himself. After those souls dissipated in the fire, he was filled with even more evil energy.

The lucky ones among mortals will have a home to return to when they die, but they... I'm afraid they won't be able to see that person.

He was silent for a long time, took out the talisman paper from his sleeve, folded it twice and scattered it.

That would make him sad and embarrassed.

He can't go.

The dozen or so little boys he had forced on Xiao Fuxuan just to amuse him gathered around the palace gate, facing the visitors outside the palace gate.

Under the south window is the most evil vortex in Xiandu, and there are always no visitors here. At this moment, uncharacteristically, several immortals came.

The talisman turned into a wisp of spring breeze in the fog, rode the blue clouds straight to the fairy capital, and went to the south window for him.

But although there was a light under the south window, Xiao Fuxuan was nowhere to be seen.

The immortals were all stunned: Aren't you here?

The little boy pointed to the lower corner of the guide window and said, My lord, you have suppressed the evil whirlpool that was causing trouble. Sir, you don't have to worry about trouble happening again. At least it will be fine for the time being.

Those immortals came with their envoys to pay a visit, and asked the little boy with worried faces: The immortals were in constant turmoil just now, which makes people really worried. We came here to pay a visit. I wonder how Lord Tiansu is doing?

The little boy said: My master is not in the palace.

If the immortals in the Immortal City suffer spiritual losses, most of them will stay in their palaces to recuperate behind closed doors. The only exception is Tiansu. After all, he needs to calm down the evil spirits under the south window, which is not a place where he can take care of himself. If he needs to recuperate, he will go to a deserted and desperate place.

The immortals looked sad again and said: The evil spirit of this immortal capital is really so strong, it has exhausted the capital of heaven and earth to such a state.

The immortals took a long breath, but still asked politely and worriedly: Master Tiansu, he...

The little boy bowed and said, My master told me that he had something urgent to do and disappeared. Perhaps his spiritual energy was too much today, so he went to nurse himself back to health.

The boy shook his head: It's not a disaster. My adults were dealing with the demonic chaos outside Yunnan before returning to Xiandu, and happened to be slightly injured. After that...

The child pondered and said: I don't know why, but it suddenly became serious. It was like... as if something had taken away the immortal energy from the adult. At that time, the evil spirit could not be suppressed, and it came out. Some turmoil.”

Unexpectedly, the little boy said: It's not just the evil spirit of Xiandu. Sirs, you don't have to worry like that.

The immortals were stunned: Oh? Are there other disasters?

Those immortals are still asking: How could this be? How can there be any reason for loss in the air!

The little boy said: Yes, we don't know why. But it has happened more than once. Adults will encounter this kind of situation from time to time, but it was not as serious as this time. In short, I have to worry about you. Since my family is temporarily If I can’t come back soon, my lords, please go back for now.”

The moment the words fell, the spring breeze lingering outside the lower courtyard wall of the south window stagnated in the cool night like water.

But no one inside or outside the courtyard knew about it, and no one noticed it.

One of the children rubbed his face and suddenly heard a vague and hoarse voice asking softly: When was the last time he... encountered this kind of situation?

The child subconsciously replied: Just half a month ago.

The immortals expressed concern for a few more words and then left one by one.

When they turned to leave, the children under the south window suddenly felt that the night wind had become a little cold. The coolness was inexplicable, making them shiver and feel depressed at the same time.

The child was startled and turned around to look around, but he only saw the boundless night and a faint cold fog.

He seemed to vaguely see a tall and thin shadow in the cold fog. He walked over quickly, but found that there was no one in the fog, only the wind blowing in his face.

It was only after he answered that he realized that those immortal robes had disappeared into the distance, and those people should not have asked.

Who is that?

Listening to those words, the little boy thought that the voice sounded a bit like the Spirit King, but much dumber than the Spirit King.

I don’t know why, maybe it’s because of the cool and lonely night. When he heard the ok, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. The tone made his nose sore and he felt like crying.

There is an indescribable cold smell in the wind, which smells into the nose and screams

He felt chills from his heart to the soles of his feet.

Then, he heard the vague voice softly respond: Okay...

At the same time, the two little boys sitting in the spring breeze felt extremely uncomfortable for no reason. They became increasingly unable to sit still and couldn't help but run to the south window.

My brother was so impatient during the journey that he even stumbled on the white jade threshold.

Perhaps the Spirit King had tampered with some of them back then, so he felt something in his heart at this moment. He suddenly ran into the house with red eyes, drew a talisman and wanted to send a letter to his family in Tiansu in the far north...

Several other children were also a little uneasy. After wandering back and forth for a few times, they hurried out to take a look at the spring breeze.

***

Wu Xingxue doesn't know this.

He got up without saying a word, as if he was at a loss and didn't know the pain, and followed his brother and ran towards the other end of Xiandu. As he ran, he felt his face was a little cold, so he raised the back of his hand to wipe it, and for some reason he found wet water on his hand.

He pulled his brother while running and asked softly: Why am I crying...

The fire burned for who knows how long, but he didn't feel any burning pain at all, he only felt cold. Feeling cold all over...

He was shrouded in the huge shadow of the sacred tree, his eyes fell on a certain point in the sky on the ground, and the fingers hanging by his side clenched tighter and tighter, until it hurt.

The spring breeze that came to see Xiao Fuxuan for him dispersed in the night of Xiandu when he said yes to the little boy.

And he himself was still standing in the fire in the Forbidden Land.

Half a month ago, he also received a heavenly edict, and when he came back from dealing with the chaos, his whole body was in pain. It's just not as powerful as this time.

At that time, the little boy asked him: Does it hurt, adults?

His lips moved slightly, and he repeated in a very soft voice: Half a month ago...

Half a month ago...

This is the self-healing of the Spiritual King.

This is... the spiritual king's blessing he always said to comfort the little boy.

He waved his hands and smiled nonchalantly: It will heal itself in a while.

Sure enough, he only sat in meditation for less than an hour before he recovered as before.

Even that blessing is not born with the Spirit King.

His blessings were never because of the things he did, but because there was Xiao Fuxuan in the world.

He used this blessing to comfort the two little things, and also comforted himself. On countless confused days and nights, he felt the gentle warmth of self-healing, and said to himself: Look, call him Spirit King, or... Some blessings are not just burdens.

in the end……

When he felt the warm current flowing out from the depths of his blood, he suddenly opened his eyes. He turned around and looked at Shenmu...

Unexpectedly, he saw the white jade essence winding up the roots of the sacred tree, wrapping the entire tree roots like an offering.

His so-called self-healing has been around since the beginning, when he and Xiao Fuxuan didn't even know each other. So this is definitely not Xiao Fuxuan's intentional move, this is a natural implication...

Wu Xingxue looked at her hands, closed her eyes, closed her five senses, and tried to let the self-healing power move again.

Mortals laughed and said that there is a kind of twin flower in the world, two flowers growing on one branch. This one is in full bloom, and that one has a withered look.

Mortals also say that this kind of involvement is rare and can be regarded as a great fate.

The support relationship between him and Xiao Fuxuan probably originated from this.

At that moment, many rumors he had heard flashed through his mind.

But now he doesn't feel that way...

This rare thing seemed to him to be fate, but to Xiao Fuxuan, it was not too much to say evil fate.

A long time ago, when he first transformed from a sacred tree into a human being, when he first carved a human figure out of white jade, when he first met Xiao Fuxuan in the Immortal Capital, he also thought this way: This is a fate that is unique in the world. .

Somehow, he was destined to meet such a person and be deeply involved with him in his life.

Why should he?

Why should he!

Why is he here?

In his first life, he blocked the sky thunder and died under a tree. In his first life, he became a god but still had to support the spiritual king.

Not only to you, but also to many people in this world.

As long as there is a spiritual king in Xiandu, the chaos in the world will become entangled.

Wu Xingxue's eyes turned red. He bent down and touched the white jade essence wrapped on the branch with his fingers. It was as warm as Xiao Fuxuan's body temperature.

He said softly: I gave those souls a liberation, and I should give you one too.

He touched the sword blade made of white jade essence with his fingertips. The sword blade had the same aura as Xiao Fuxuan's soul.

He sniffed the light breath and whispered: One last time.

As long as there are sacred trees in the world, greedy people will never find a way to survive.

He raised his hand in the fire, and a long sword engraved with silver threads penetrated straight down from the sky, crossed the forbidden land, and fell directly into his hand.

Because it might hurt a little.

The moment this thought fell, the Spirit King's long sword was like a flying shadow, and the cold sword energy came down from the sky, slashing straight down along the cloud-like canopy of the sacred tree.

I'll lend you one last chance.

because……

He closed his eyes and felt that his soul was separated on two sides, with the withered form of the sacred tree on one side and the glorious form of the sacred tree on the other.

Wither and glory are divided, and the soul is torn apart. The brilliant silver light on the towering tree faded as the sword blade went downwards.

Splitting the soul is

At that moment, he fully understood the heart-rending pain.

Anyone in the world will struggle when they are in extreme pain. It is a kind of instinct. But when the sacred tree trembled, he swallowed the taste of blood in his mouth and pressed the hilt of the sword with more force.

At that moment, all the immortal energy in his body was shattered.

The demonic energy that had been faintly emerging took over and spread out in an instant, becoming as strong as an unexplained vast ocean.

When it fades to the bottom, there is no fairy light anymore.

Along with it, Wu Xingxue's immortal aura faded away.

If you want to guard a spiritual king at the end of the chaotic line, I will make sure there is no more spiritual king in this world.

Isn't good and evil dependent on each other?

He couldn't see the sky anymore, but he could say it in his heart.

If you want a sacred tree to last forever in this world, then I will chop it down.

He swallowed the taste of blood in his daze, and had a delusion amidst the buzzing sound that seemed like a sharp loss of consciousness. He suddenly heard Xiao Fuxuan's voice, or maybe it was the residual voice left by the young general under the tree.

The other party called him Wu Xingxue.

There is a demon in the world, what are you going to do to stop him?

At the end of the severe pain, he could no longer bear it and knelt down in front of the remnant image of the sacred tree. He was in that white jade essence, with the hem of his robe scattered all over the floor. Blood seeped out from all the major points, soon staining his clothes a bright red.

They like to joke on weekdays, always saying Lord Tiansu is long and Lord Soul King being short. Only when we are most intimate will we call each other by name.

Wu Xingxue blinked the blood from his eyelashes and twitched the corner of his mouth.

He wanted to say Xiao Fuxuan, I may...not see you for a long time.

I don’t know if I’ll ever get the chance to hear you call “Wuxingxue” again.