Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Ten months is a short yet long time for ordinary people.

Short clothes were replaced by thick coats, and these ten months have passed. Every night for ten months seemed long and unbearable because of the frequent presence of evil spirits.

The day Wu Xingxue finished hiding half of the sacred trees and left the Wutuan Sea, another place in the world was plagued by demonic chaos.

But Wu Xingxue didn't know it at first.

He deliberately avoided towns where strangers gathered and took a deserted mountain road. It was the unmovable mountain that was once managed by Lige Sangfeng. At the foot of the mountain there were only the remnants of some deserted villages - long dilapidated and uninhabited houses, stacked tombs and weeds taller than the houses.

He thought he wouldn't encounter any living things, but unexpectedly he met an old friend at the end of the weeds.

It's not quite appropriate to say they are old friends. They were people he and Xiao Fuxuan had rescued together, and they only had two friendships -

When we first met, she was still a little girl with a bun, covering her wounds and standing blankly next to the corpses of her parents. Her neck was almost bitten off by the evil monster wandering in the wilderness.

He and Xiao Fuxuan happened to pass by, killed the evil monster chasing her, and helped her bury the body. When he sent her back to the town, she clutched the hem of his robe and cried for a long time in the empty house.

When leaving, Xiao Fuxuan left an exorcism lamp on the table that could deter evil spirits.

Later, we met by chance more than ten years later, and the little girl had already grown up. She stopped them in front of the city gate where pedestrians were coming and going. Because her appearance had changed so much, they still relied on the birthmark under her eyes to identify her.

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The girl thanked them for saving her life, and then looked at their appearance that had not changed in more than ten years and said happily: I knew you must be gods!

She also said: It would be great if I could meet you again in the future...

It has been several decades now, but we have actually met again. But when we met again, the girl was already in her old age and had become an old man.

An inadvertent moment is the life of a mortal.

The girl who was so excited when she saw the gods now has white hair and hunched shoulders. However, the birthmark is still the same as before and can be vaguely recognized.

She could no longer squat, kneel and stand up freely. Even when she bent down and stood up again, she had to hold on to the tree trunk next to her.

She shook out a basket of thick yellow paper stacks in front of several graves and lit them on fire. The paper ashes were blown over by the wind and swept all over Wu Xingxue. Only then did he suddenly remember that the people buried in this grave seemed to be her parents, and it was because of his and Xiao Fuxuan's help.

This is actually the mountain road they passed side by side decades ago, but now he is the only one coming.

When the old man was plucking his thorn with a branch, he vaguely noticed someone. She grabbed a lantern hanging on a branch, lit it, and shone the lantern in the direction of Wu Xingxue.

The light was very dim and not dazzling, but when it shone on it, Wu Xingxue squinted and turned his head away - the light made his body tremble, making him extremely uncomfortable.

He subconsciously felt that the fire was unusual and that the lamp was also deceptive.

He moved his fingers hanging by his side, almost making a move, but before raising his hand, he caught a glimpse of familiar runes and familiar words on the side of the lantern.

The character is thin and powerful, and the bends are always as sharp as awns.

That word comes from... Xiao Fuxuan.

Wu Xingxue was stunned for a moment in the light, and finally realized that it was not a faulty light. That was the ghost lamp they once left for the little girl.

The wick of the lamp is melted with magic and medicinal powder, and the lampstand and lampshade have runes written on it. It is also commonly used by immortals in the mortal world. They light this lamp to drive away some evil spirits.

Wu Xingxue had seen this kind of lamp many times, and even made a few himself. When he was writing runes on the lampshade, he once said to Xiao Fuxuan: This lamp looks gentle and gentle, and it is not very bright. I don't know how bright it is. What it would feel like to be in a demon.”

When he first said this sentence, he never thought that one day, he would be able to give an answer to the second half of the sentence——

This lamp looks gentle, but when it shines on the evil spirit, it feels like being stabbed in the eyes with a knife or burning in the body. People can't help but want to raise their hands to cover up, and want to evade in a hurry.

But Wu Xingxue neither raised his hand nor turned around. He just half-closed his eyes, looking at the words on the lampshade amid the stabbing pain and burning pain.

He heard the girl who once said happily You are gods gently ask in an old tone: Are you... a human or a ghost? Why are you wandering around in this barren mountain?

The disguise Wu Xingxue used to avoid people has long since disappeared, and his appearance now is the same as it was decades ago, but the old man did not react at all.

The person who once recognized him and Xiao Fuxuan in the crowd now looked strange to everyone.

It’s true that they all forgot about him, and it’s true that no one remembers him anymore.

He looked at the old man's alert look, looked at the lamp they had given her, and after a long pause he said, I just got lost in the mountains.

He did not answer the question Is it a human or a ghost? This question sounds really difficult to answer now. He paused and said to the old man: We still have to walk, so I won't bother you any more.

As he spoke, he raised his feet, avoiding the spirit-driving lamp with his eyes, and headed south.

The evil energy in his body will always become heavier at night, and he will even feel hungry when the cold wind blows.

That is the nature of evil spirits.

He didn't want to show his evil nature in this place, because there had been some old memories here, and because the exorcism lamp made by Xiao Fuxuan was shining behind him.

But it turns out that God doesn't fulfill people's wishes.

when he is about to leave

, thick clouds were rolling in the sky and suddenly there was a burst of winter thunder.

At that time, Wu Xingxue didn't know that in such a thunderous sky, especially at night, the inferior evil spirits had another instinct called pilgrimage.

When they are confused, they will subconsciously approach the person with the strongest and strongest evil spirit nearby, just like a hundred insects startled.

As a result, he was unable to walk out of the mountain path quietly.

When the burst of thunder fell, the sky suddenly darkened, just like late at night. The originally silent wasteland at the foot of the mountain suddenly sounded like rustling.

The sound was like countless things rushing here at great speed.

Later, Wu Xingxue realized that there was a small evil chaos going on in the distant town. The evil demons in the chaos vaguely smelled his quietly escaping breath under the thunder. They couldn't control their instincts and turned around one after another. Heading towards the mountains.

That was Wu Xingxue's first experience of an evil demon's pilgrimage. Thousands of inferior evil demons rushed from all directions to surround the center...

He is the center.

He heard the old man exclaiming, and the lamp he was holding was swinging from side to side. The light that made the devil uncomfortable always fell in his peripheral vision, illuminating his eyes and making them hot.

The exorcism lamp is very effective against a few evil spirits, but if it falls into a pile of thousands or hundreds of evil spirits, it will only be used for a few. The dark demon froze for a moment and then rushed straight over, as fast as the wind and a shadow.

They did not hide the evil aura on their bodies. When thousands of them rushed towards them, the aura was as thick as a mire, entangling Wu Xingxue in it.

He broke off a branch.

When the familiar sword moves were swept out, the demons were unable to dodge and were sliced ​​apart by the clear and cold sword intent.

That sword was like tearing apart the dark curtain, and the inferior evil spirit screamed hysterically, and the sound echoed in the mountain col. They can imitate human voices and fake cries.

At first glance, it looked like innocent people were scattered among them, their heads dislocated under the blows of the sword, and they rolled to the ground.

One of the heads rolled in front of Wu Xing's snow boots, and thick black evil energy flowed out from the broken wound.

At that moment, Wu Xingxue's eyebrows skipped a beat.

He looked steadily at the face that resembled a living person, then subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the old man and the lamp in her hand.

When he turned around again, he saw that the broken head had already revealed its prototype, revealing the weird appearance of a low-grade evil creature.

He lowered his eyes for a moment, then suddenly dropped the branch in his hand and gave up his sword move.

The next moment, the vigorous frosty air suddenly swept out from between his hands. Wherever the wind passed, all the evil spirits were covered with a layer of white frost.

They shivered from the cold, howled again, and rushed towards Wu Xingxue. Because they were not cut open by the sword energy, they were able to get closer this time.

As soon as they opened their mouths to reveal their bloody teeth, a cold hand touched their heads. The pale fingers curled violently, and a heart-rending scream was squeezed out of the inferior evil demon's throat.

They were shocked when they saw it, and their overly protruding eyes slowly became filled with a layer of death. Then, the frost spread from their heads and enveloped their whole bodies in an instant.

Wu Xingxue threw one away and grabbed the next one.

After an unknown amount of time passed, he suddenly realized that no new demons were coming.

At that time, he was still holding the throat of a demon in his hand. The demon was already dead, but its eyes were looking at him without turning.

Wu Xingxue frowned and was about to let go of his hand when he suddenly felt something pouring into his blood along his fingers. The demon he was holding was drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned into an empty skin.

At the same time, his previously vague hunger subsided somewhat...

His eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered something he had heard from somewhere.

Rumor has it that evil spirits in the world mostly feed on living people. When no living person can be found, they will also attack the same kind of people, not sparing their flesh, skin, and bones.

This is also the unchangeable instinct of the devil...

And just when he realized this, his demonic body had already reacted before him, and more fallen dead objects began to emit demonic energy.

It was a scene that made one's heart tremble with chills——

In the wilderness, thousands of evil spirits were all killed in less than a moment. They were covered in white frost, and at first glance they looked like snow that had suddenly arrived, covering the prison.

And the evil energy from their bodies surged out like running water, all rushing toward Wu Xingxue.

Wu Xingxue looked down at his pale and colorless fingers.

He watched those demonic things pouring into his body, watched his fingers gradually turn a little red because of those things, and watched the hands cast shadows in front of his boots.

He knew that there was Xiao Fuxuan's exorcism lamp behind him, and the light of that lamp was shining on him...

And he can't look back.

At that moment, he suddenly felt that being forgotten was actually not bad.

He was completely forgotten, so no one would suddenly stop him when they saw him, with sadness or doubt in their eyes, and ask him why he became like this.