Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Xiao Fuxuan actually noticed that his condition was a little strange very early on, before he met Wu Xingxue on the white jade steps.

At certain times, he will suddenly fall into a situation where he is surrounded by evil spirits, as if someone is absorbing his immortal energy and energy from a distance.

It was a very strange taste, because I didn't know where the source at the other end was, and I didn't know when the absorption would stop.

At first, he thought that he had been plotted against the devil and had been given some forbidden spells from unknown sources. But there are very few demons who can cast forbidden spells on him without anyone noticing.

He tried to find the root and source.

But the connection is very vague, and it always disappears halfway through the detection. There is no trace of the spell or the remnant of the forbidden technique.

There is no other reason——

If Lingtai Tiandao really knew everything, why could he never tell who had implicated him in this way and unknowingly absorbed his immortal energy?

Either Lingtai Tiandao is not omniscient, or he knows who it is, but does not intend to let him know, nor does he intend to let him cut off, but allows this involvement to continue.

He sat under the south window, which was the most evil place in the Immortal City. It was mentioned in the imperial edict that he received back then. If it cannot be suppressed there, it will easily cause the Immortal City to tremble. If it collapses for no reason one day, the people in the world will suffer.

Naturally, he couldn't take it lightly, so during the period when he couldn't find the source, he would often go to the spiritual platform just for this matter.

Later, when he heard someone in the immortal capital or in the human world say that Lingtai Heaven knows everything, he would always glance at it coldly and turn around and leave.

It's just that for a long time, he was a little wary of Lingtai Tiandao.

Perhaps it is because of this precaution, but also because the evil spirit under the south window is indeed too strong and too strong to be used as a place for recuperation. Therefore, every time he was implicated in vain and suffered a spiritual loss, he would use this as an excuse to go to a place outside the Immortal Capital for recuperation.

There are also very few places in this world suitable for him to recuperate, almost none. Because he has a strange destiny.

If it's the latter, it's worth pondering.

So a long time ago, Xiao Fuxuan had no interest in Lingtai Tiandao.

But his temperament has always been cold, and he is like this to many things in the world. Being indifferent doesn't affect him too much. He just has no respect for the way of heaven. This does not prevent him from guarding the south window, nor does it prevent him from punishing the evil spirits who are causing chaos in the world.

Because of this contradictory character, he was able to enter the Immortal Capital and control Nan Chuangxia.

Also because of this contradictory body, if he has any wear and tear, it will be extremely difficult to find a good place to recuperate - a place with too much immortal energy will suppress the evil that he is born with. And places where the evil spirit is too strong will affect the immortality.

Xiao Fuxuan traveled to many places in the world and finally found a special place - he had received countless imperial edicts, but none of them pointed to that place.

I don’t know who he was or what he did in his previous life or the previous life. In short, he was born with evil aura. And because the soul had been shattered and shapeless, and had experienced too many lives and deaths, there was still resentment in it that only the dead had.

If we look at his destiny alone, it would not be an exaggeration to call him a fierce ghost for many generations.

But he happened to be summoned to become an immortal, so he brought with him the sharpest and most powerful immortal energy.

So after that, Xiao Fuxuan would go there occasionally to recuperate, mark a boundary, and sit quietly to rest.

He once wanted to cut off that unknown involvement, and he finally found a way. But he ended up doing nothing.

Because he accidentally discovered that the other end of that involvement was Wu Xingxue.

Because it is a vast and unknown place, inhabited by people, and has neither celestial beings nor evil spirits. If there is anywhere in the world where there is no good, no evil, no life and no death, it is only that one place.

That place is further than the Far North and is called Beyond the Far North.

Later, people in the world often heard rumors about beyond the extreme north, which was widely circulated but no one could reach it and no one bothered them.

Until that time in Luohuashan City, he was waiting in the light for the Spirit King who came rushing towards him.

At night, he found that the other party's body was as cold as frost and his energy was stagnant. He was obviously enduring the discomfort and pretending to be fine. After several coaxings, the other party honestly went to sit on the couch to recuperate.

His original intention was to protect him, but after sitting there quietly for a while, his immortal energy started to move.

When he realized it, Tangtang Tiansu was speechless and laughed at himself in his heart. Going around and around, the other side of the implication was so close, it actually took him so long to find out.

Perhaps it was because whenever the spiritual god suffered a loss, he would stay away from the extreme north. In the days before and after, he would make excuses to accept the imperial edict and not return to the immortal capital, so as not to cause worries in vain.

So, they always miss it just in time.

He turned to thinking about two other things -

First, he wanted to change this involvement to something more secretive.

Since he can discover it, Wu Xingxue will surely discover it one day. He knew the other person's temperament, and he also expected the other person's reaction when he found out. He didn't want to see the sassy and carefree Spirit King showing sadness or guilt.

When the two sides collided like this, he realized that the source he had been searching for to no avail was right in front of him.

That involvement suddenly became less annoying.

Since then, Xiao Fuxuan never thought about cutting it off.

No matter what the reason, there are always some limitations.

Since there are restraints and restrictions, will they one day meet in arms under the influence of Lingtai Tiandao?

It's not impossible.

So, it's best to never find out.

Furthermore...he had expected this, so what about the omniscient Lingtai Tiandao? Heaven knew it but didn't react at all, allowing this kind of implication with many hidden dangers to continue. Why?

To keep the two of them in check? In order to prevent them from going far beyond the spiritual platform one day?

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Xiao Fuxuan made countless attempts overtly and secretly, and finally came up with a fairly adequate method.

He had actually thought of a way and made some preparations in advance. He was already about to take action on the day he finished dealing with the demonic chaos outside Yunnan.

After all, it was once before that he saw Wu Xingxue for the first time while facing each other with swords.

For a long time afterwards, Xiao Fuxuan was always thinking about that possibility. He needed to do something or leave something behind, so that when one day they really faced each other, there would still be a chance of turning a corner. room.

Every time he went to the far north to recuperate, he would meditate for a long time without being disturbed by Hades.

Unexpectedly, after he rested for less than half a moment, his immortal energy and energy suddenly turned around and surged towards the other end of the chain. His insignificant intrusion suddenly became troublesome at this moment.

The evil vortex suppressed under the south window started to stir at that moment, and the evil energy surged out, almost wrapping the entire south window under it.

At that moment, Xiao Fuxuan was so focused in the center that he almost had an illusion. It seems that he is not in the capital of heaven, nor under a south window, but in the capital with countless tombs. There is also the heaviest evil spirit in the world. Some fragments of his former soul live there and are trapped there. Day and night, in the evil atmosphere, he can hear thousands of ghosts howling and gnawing at souls and hearts.

But... everything happened on that day.

That day, when he returned to the Immortal Capital, he was disturbed by some evil spirits.

In fact, it wasn't a big deal at all. Apart from the fuss of a group of little boys forced by Wu Xingxue, it wasn't even considered a loss. It would be nice to just take a break.

With this in mind, he didn't want to delay any longer.

At that moment, Xiao Fuxuan frowned, gathering the blood in his heart over and over again, and used coercion to drive back the evil spirit of the Immortal City inch by inch. With every inch nailed, the color on his face became less and less, but the cold and stern aura remained intact.

On that day, everyone in the Immortal City had seen the evil energy coming out from under the south window, surging like a sea, and almost engulfing the entire Immortal City.

It's such a bad taste that few people can bear, including immortals. Otherwise, he would not be the only one in such a huge immortal world to be able to control this place.

However, the heavenly gods and evil spirits were wrapped in it airtightly, but what I was thinking was, Today seems to be particularly serious. I don't know what will happen if I sit in the spring breeze.

I don't know what impact the evil spirit vibrating under the south window will have on that person's meditation and recuperation.

After the shock subsided, they flew over one after another, wanting to say thank you or inquire about the situation under the south window. Unexpectedly, those little boys said: My master is no longer in the palace.

Xiao Fuxuan is indeed not here.

The moment he suppressed his evil aura, he shrank thousands of miles away to the far north without any hesitation.

Their desperate situation in the cave sky above the Nine Heavens was constantly shaking. Several jade bridges and jade steps even collapsed and cracked. Even Taiyin Mountain and the Immortal Pagoda that led directly to the Immortal Capital were not at peace. It was expected that the people in the world would not be at peace that night. I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well either.

Fortunately... there is also the Heavenly Immortal.

They almost watched with their own eyes how the evil spirits were restrained and returned to Tiansu Palace, and how they were nailed back under the jade inch by inch.

There is always snow outside the extreme north, and you can never see the edge when you look up.

Before Xiao Fuxuan even set foot on the ground, a barrier fell down. The barrier trapped him within it, leaving no trace of his steps on the snow.

He sat in the heavy snow with his eyes lowered, putting aside the sword in his hand. The next moment, pale snow particles were seen rolling up around him, swirling with the flow of energy, enveloping him in the snow mist.

The abnormality of this night made him uneasy.

Although he was physically exhausted, he suppressed the evil spirit, and the immortal energy was inevitably eroded by the evil spirit. It happened that Wu Xingxue's nursing care had been interrupted, so he expected that the other party had recovered somewhat.

He wanted to take advantage of this gap to do what he had planned for a long time, in exchange for a long-term peace of mind.

At the beginning, his soul was shattered and fell into those complicated and chaotic lines. Every time Wu Xingxue cut off one of them, some of the spirits would break free. After the chaos in Jingguan was cut off, all his shattered soul finally returned to its original place. From then on, he was Xiao Fuxuan in the world.

However, a broken soul will not be repaired as before for no reason, and his soul is born like this, and it will not merge suddenly.

Those three funeral nails were somewhat similar to the coffin nails in the human world. They were used to force his broken soul back together and nail him firmly into his body.

When the misty snow stopped, the people in the barrier were revealed. He saw Xiao Fuxuan's lips with a layer of deep red blood, and three black mourning nails lying in his hands.

No one has ever known the purpose of his three mourning nails. There are often rumors in the world that the name Mourning Nails sounds unlucky at first glance as it is related to life and death, so that the three black square nails with sharp edges always look sinister, nailed to an upper fairy ear bone. It is even more contradictory.

Only Xiao Fuxuan himself knew that this nail could not be removed easily.

It was obvious that they were originally broken, and had only been forcibly reunited. But when he took off the mourning nail and returned it to its fragments, he would actually feel the pain of tearing his soul apart.

Not just one path, but along countless crack lines, splitting apart from different places. Like countless half-healed wounds being forcefully

Re-tear.

Rao is a heavenly immortal who has been accustomed to this since he was born, and there is blood on his lips.

It has been hundreds of years since the nail was nailed, and it has never left the ear bone.

Now that he had taken it off for the first time, his soul was shattered into slag inside his body.

Very strange...

In this way, if Wu Xingxue needs to be nursed back to health in the future, the involvement will be in this white jade statue, which consumes his pre-separated soul and will not be directly exposed to him.

He no longer needed to avoid sitting in the spring breeze at those moments and retreat to this extreme north. He could raise the curtain and come in as usual, watching the man recover little by little, showing his vitality and bright smile again.

He always remembered the time when he stepped into Zuichunfeng and saw Wu Xingxue sitting on the couch, sleeping unsteadily with his head propped up, beside him were paper actors and noisy gongs and cymbals.

He pursed his lips in the strong smell of blood and untied the brocade bag at his waist. The kit contains white jade essence that has been prepared for a long time. Every time he went to Luohuashan City before, he would try to find some leftovers and remnants. He didn't know where this white jade essence came from, but he knew that some people preferred it.

He lowered his head, pulled out part of his soul, melted it into the white jade essence, and then carefully carved the white jade essence into shape.

He wanted to carve a statue of the Spiritual King, carve a prayer seal on the back of the statue, and then connect the seal to the soul inside the white jade spirit.

Xiao Fuxuan lowered his eyes, and the white jade statue flipped gently between the sword energy of his fingers.

He obviously has an extremely cold look on his face, but he always does affectionate things.

The statue in his hand has already begun to take shape. The figure is tall and straight, with a heroic posture, holding a long sword in his hand, shining brightly in the sunlight.

He frowned while singing the babbling tune, looking at that person, he felt heartbroken for no reason.

Although Wu Xingxue coaxed and gave many reasons, he could see clearly that the other party didn't like too quiet places, nor did he like to be alone.

He wanted to say... not again.

At that moment, the unhealed soul in his body shook violently, and it felt like stepping on a high cliff. His heart thumped and shrank suddenly, as if it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, and it was only after a long time that he slowly let go.

When the blood flow returned, an unreasonable panic spread...

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He half-squinted his eyes, flicked the jade statue with his knuckles, and whispered in a low voice: Wu Xingxue...

He wanted to ask: Are you going to wear that mask?

But after he said that name, his fingers paused slightly, and he suddenly became slightly stunned.

It was so short that no one knew what happened, and there was no time to respond. The little boy under the south window had just run across an arch bridge, and the pair of little brothers sitting in the spring breeze had not had time to wipe away the tears flowing for no reason on their faces.

There was also someone in the former Immortal Capital who fell back into the human world. From the moment he was no longer an immortal, everyone would slowly forget about him.

When Wu Xingxue was still the Spirit King, he sent many old friends to him under the ruined immortal platform. He has rang the white jade bell for many people, giving them a sweet dream. When they wake up from the dream, they will not remember anything, and naturally they will not be sad.

In the mortal world, this is often called telepathy.

It must have been telepathic, so when Wu Xingxue split the sacred tree, shattered all his immortal energy, and sat on his knees on the ground, people far away in the far north would suddenly experience overwhelming suffocation and sadness at that moment.

That moment was both extremely short and extremely long.

Once upon a time, Yun Hai's punishment was forgotten.

And the punishment of the Spirit King is to be wiped out...

The moment his immortal energy was shattered and evil energy enveloped him, all memories of him in the world disappeared.

He has given away many people like this...

But when it was his turn, it was completely different.

Perhaps it was because he was incarnated in a sacred tree and had the same origin as the way of heaven. He was independent from the immortals on the Lingtai and was a special existence. Or maybe his trip of chopping the sacred tree and destroying the immortal essence really angered the Lingtai Heavenly Dao that overcame the immortal capital, so he had to be punished more severely than anyone else.

He said: It seems that there is something important that I want to tell you, but... I forgot.

The few children who had just ran across the arch bridge were calling to their companions behind them, urging: Hurry, there is still a long way to go...

As he spoke, the anxiety on his face was replaced by doubt, and his steps slowed down.

The little boy under the south window is eager to send a letter to his elders. He dipped it in cinnabar, but forgot to speak when he picked up his pen.

Holding the pen, he stood blankly in front of the desk. After a while, he was shaken back to his senses by another boy who ran into the room and asked, What are you doing by spreading the talisman paper?

He thought for a long time and said blankly: I...I forgot.

I don't know.

It's weird. I feel a little uncomfortable running.

Me too...I feel so uncomfortable.

They crashed off the bridge recklessly, stopped one after another, looked at each other for a long time and scratched their heads and said: Wait a minute, we... where are we going?

Well……

Strange, why did we run out of the palace when we were fine?

Sitting in the far corner of Xiandu is Chunfeng, with long lights hanging outside the courtyard gate. The bright strings of lights went out in an instant and never lit up again.

In the heavy snow outside the extreme north, the pain of tearing the soul in Xiao Fuxuan's body came over and over again, as if it would never end. So much so that at a certain moment he had the illusion that it was not just his own spiritual pain.

But besides himself, who else?

those little

The boy stood for a while, feeling extremely tired for no reason. He had never felt so uncomfortable before.

And the two little boys sitting on the spring breeze ran in the evening breeze of Xiandu with tears in their eyes. They ran through a cold fog and never came out again...

Just like the spring breeze sent by the Spirit King, it dissipated in the long night without any clouds.

This should be from His hand, carved with His own hands.

But who is the carving, and why is he sitting in the heavy snow with his mourning nails?

He looked at the blank face of the statue for a long time, but could not remember.

Who else could it be...

The long pain finally stopped slowly, and Xiao Fuxuan opened his eyes, his eyes glowing red. He frowned and lowered his gaze silently, looking at the thing in his hand.

It was a white jade statue, tall and straight, with a heroic posture, holding a long sword in his hand. But it has neither name nor face.

After nearly three hundred years, it was never complete again.

He must have forgotten something, so a piece of the world was missing.