Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Wu Xingxue encountered pilgrimages like that many times in the following hundred years.

So much so that when he saw it again, there was no longer any surprise or surprise on his face, so much so that when those inferior evil spirits rushed towards him, he could cast out enough frost to cover the entire wilderness.

So many that he could hold onto those heads and clamp those throats without changing his expression, without blinking an eye.

Those evil spirits often have their eyes open when they die, and their eyes will reveal some sadness and joy layer by layer. Those are the traces left in its body from the innocent living people it once devoured.

Whenever that happens, Wu Xingxue never blinks.

He always quietly watched the remaining traces of living people, slowly appearing and then disappearing.

If anyone had looked up at him from a low position at that moment, they would have discovered that there was compassion in the eyes of this now famous demon.

It's a pity that at that time, all the demons in the lower place were dead, and no one would look into his eyes like that.

And when he put aside the dead object and raised his eyes, he had returned to his usual calm appearance.

He has long been accustomed to this.

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He picked a place in the deserted city in the south and planted the other half of the sacred tree's soul here. The half-spirit soon sprouted branches and sprouts, and grew into a towering giant tree in the wilderness. It was somewhat similar to the sacred tree back then. It's just that it has a crown and a pavilion, but it never blooms.

It obviously looks like a prosperous tree, but the dead air can spread for miles, so that the chirping birds never dare to stay here.

He built a courtyard around this towering tree, with corridors and pavilions, which was very different from the Xiandu palace where jade was everywhere.

It seems that he no longer uses the kind of clean and moist white jade. There are more stones in the courtyard, which are blue, gray, black or blood-like brown.

He rarely made those paper puppet actors anymore in exchange for a lively sleep.

So this huge mansion is always very quiet, even if there are people who dare not speak loudly, they are afraid of him...

Many people are afraid of him, including the common people who have heard his name, and so are the demons who swarm him. It seems that any living creature will subconsciously lower its tone as soon as it steps into the door where the bird does not fall.

So much so that sometimes the mansion is almost dead silent, and Wu Xingxue lives in this dead silence.

Later, someone had the courage to ask him if he particularly disliked noise and noise.

He was in a trance at the time, and the slightly lowered ends of his eyes always made him look miserable. The person who asked the question did not wait for a reply and thought he had said something wrong. He was about to admit his mistake in a hurry, but he suddenly answered: No.

The person who asked the question was quite surprised when he heard the answer. Just as he was about to answer, Wu Xingxue said again: But it's better to be quiet.

For him now, it is better to be quiet.

He once tried his best to forget the screams and cries of the dead under the sword, but now he needs to remember those...

He needs to remember those things clearly and not forget them. Otherwise, he will really get used to everything where evil spirits live and kill without restraint.

He was used to so many things.

He needed to remember that he wasn't here for this.

***

Ever since Wu Xingxue appeared in the human world, the chaos of evil spirits that was spreading everywhere has gradually changed.

Once upon a time, evil spirits could appear anywhere, without warning or warning. Even if Tiansu had just passed through Dangpinggu, new evil spirits would still breed within a few years.

People have tried too many methods, but they still can't figure out why there are so many evil spirits that can't be defeated. It's as if they are born and raised, just like the moss and weeds that can never be removed, like a crack in a stone, a piece of cracked soil, A graveyard, any place that ordinary people don't notice, can become the birthplace of evil spirits.

So for a long time, people have been living in a weird panic - as if everyone around them, relatives, neighbors, and even strangers passing by on the street, may one day be hollowed out by the evil spirit. The body is assimilated into one of them, and then one day, it reaches out to them.

This feeling of being everywhere and having no clue is really bad.

But from one day onwards, a mansion called The Bird Doesn't Fall appeared in the deserted suburbs in the south. After that, every time there was a sudden thunder and a sudden movement of insects in the world. Those scattered evil monsters will always approach the quebuluo without knowing it.

That is the instinct of evil spirits - to approach a stronger person and either surrender or kill the other person.

Demons don't care about emotions, and no one likes to be suppressed, even if it's instinct. So most of them tried to kill Wu Xingxue at first.

They went in waves and died at each other's hands.

As time went by, there were finally fewer people seeking death. Part of them became more honest, while the other part began to wonder: Why did such a devil suddenly appear in the world? He must have killed so many people and had so many dead souls under his command to have such a strong evil aura.

They were puzzled and thought that the other party might have a special way to practice, such as...the place where his mansion was located.

So slowly, half driven by instinct, half moved by the heart. More and more evil spirits choose to practice in the south, not far from the bird does not fall.

Later, it became a place where evil spirits gathered.

Once gathered, the evil spirit will naturally far exceed the limit of a certain person. As a result, more evil spirits from further away smelled that scent, and

The thundering night gathered there.

Year after year, almost all the evil spirits in the world were trapped in that place, and the devil who built the bird never falls drew a barrier there and named it Zhaoye City.

The entrance to Zhaoye City is the Luohua Terrace, and outside the Luohua Terrace there is the Jiamin Wilderness. The Twelve Mile Mountains and the lonely wilderness are like a barrier.

Inside the barrier is the devil's cave, and outside the barrier is the human world.

***

For a long time, people were always afraid of the sudden appearance of Zhaoye City. They felt that the place where demons gathered was a place more terrifying than purgatory.

When they mentioned it, they said the devil's cave, and when they mentioned the Lord of Zhaoye City, they said the devil.

Disgust and fear above all else.

Therefore, no one has ever talked about it, and no one has ever realized that in fact, in the nearly one hundred years since Zhaoye City appeared in the world, they have lived less panicked lives.

There will still be evil spirits making trouble in the world, but they will no longer appear everywhere without a clue as before. At least everyone knows that those evil spirits have a lair.

And those immortal sects no longer care about their heads and feet, and are at a loss. After all, when evil spirits leave the city and enter the human world, they always have to pass through some places.

So in those years, too many conflicts between immortal sects and evil spirits broke out in the wilderness of Jiaming...

Nagano is truly amazing.

When the sacred tree was still there, wars between small countries often occurred here. The wilderness was always filled with smoke and dust, and corpses were everywhere. This is a dead place, but it has kept the peace of many people and their country alive.

Later, the sacred tree disappeared completely, and the Luohuatai was caught in a fire. The wilderness is covered with blood again. It is still a dead place, but it indicates that there will be no more greedy disasters caused by the sacred tree in the next hundred years.

Nowadays, this wilderness often has fairies and demons fighting each other. It is still a dead place, but it is not a blessing.

Legend has it that Wu Xingxue, the lord of Zhaoye City, would often stand on the scorched-earth fallen flower platform and look at the Jiamin Wilderness from a distance. Some people speculated that he had some connection with it, but he always took a detour whenever he left the city and never passed by the Nagano. .

Many people were curious about the reason and often made guesses, but few dared to really ask him.

In fact, even if someone dared to ask, he would not answer.

He will not tell anyone that there is a semi-hidden niche at the northern end of Jiaming Wilderness. On the niche is a statue of a god that is rarely worshiped by people in the world. The name of a person named Xiao Fuxuan is engraved on the statue.

There is a seal on the back of the statue, which was carved by Xiao Fuxuan himself when he was making trouble. He said it was to make it easier to catch someone who was wandering around the world.

The seal is somewhat different from the ordinary seal, and the connection with the deity is deeper. It is Xiao Fuxuan's eyes. What the statue saw was what Xiao Fuxuan saw.

He didn't want to pass under those eyes, and he didn't want to see the half-downcast eyes of the statue when he raised his head.

That look in his eyes always appeared during moments of intimacy, not in the wilderness of the world, looking at him filled with demonic aura and full of murderous evil.

But at the same time, he knew clearly...sooner or later, the other party would see it.

Tiansu Shangxian specializes in killing evil spirits. Sooner or later, Xiao Fuxuan will take Tianzhao down to the human world, so they will fight against each other.

Sometimes he would suddenly be in a trance and would inevitably imagine such a day.

What year and month will that be? Where in the world? Will it be under Zhaoye City, or the unavoidable Jia Ming Wilderness...

He thought about many places, but those scenes were always blurry, with lingering cold fog and long silent nights.

He could even think of the sound of a long sword breaking through the wind, but when he came to the end, he found that it was not anything he had imagined.

***

It was the third month of spring in the world, an apricot flower lantern festival in the south of Mengdu.

Wu Xingxue bypassed Jiaming Wilderness as before and wanted to pass through that city. He had no intention of staying longer, but he happened to bump into the stream of lights protected by the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

He had no intention of disturbing the festival, so he simply took a step back and climbed up to the tall building.

During this rare festival, the city's fairy gates lifted their curfews and the markets stayed open all night. So both sides of the long street were lined with storefronts, hung with long apricot-colored lights.

However, not every store is bustling. The one where Wu Xingxue took refuge temporarily is one of the rare exceptions. The lights on the second floor were turned off early, leaving only half of the shop on the first floor.

He took shelter on the corridor extending from the second floor, standing in the dim night, half leaning on the vermilion-lacquered corridor pillar, looking down at the street below.

This street is not too long. The light stream turns from there and extends to the end for only a mile. It does not wind to the horizon. But when he looked at the lights, listened to the noise of the people on the street, and looked at the bustling crowd, he was still dazed.

He suddenly couldn't tell what night it was.

It's like falling into a dream in a familiar light...

But there are some people who are ignorant of current affairs and insist on annoying others at this time.

When Wu Xingxue heard the sound of paper charms moving lightly, she lowered her eyes and darkened her face.

He was very familiar with this kind of movement, even though there were very few demons seeking death in front of him now, just a handful. But there are always a few who feel that they can take advantage of some loopholes——

For example, if he saw clearly that Wu Xingxue was not around, if there was no one around him, or if he heard that he had been frequently pursued and blocked by human immortals a while ago, he should have suffered some injuries. The most important thing is that after those evil spirits sneaked into the city, they heard a long-lost name from the mouths of several immortal disciples...

I heard that the guy from Xiandu came down.

Heavenly Immortal will not come down to earth for no reason. If he really comes, some demon will suffer.

Nowadays, is there a bigger demon than the Lord of Night City?

So they wanted to do it not far or close to see if they could pick up some loopholes.

If it was normal, as long as they didn't take action first, Wu Xingxue would always be too lazy to catch people and let them do it. It just so happened that he was a little unusual that day.

Maybe it's because I don't want to see this familiar lamp being disturbed for no reason, or maybe it's something else...

He felt uneasy for no reason and suddenly became irritable, so he dug out those people who were an eyesore.

Later, Wu Xingxue could not remember how many evil spirits sneaked into the lantern festival that day. Five? Or seven?

He forgot.

He could not remember many details of that day. He only remembered that he killed those evil spirits in an instant, and the shriveled corpses wrapped in frost and cold lay on the dim floor of the pavilion.

He watched the last bit of life drain out of those people's eyes and stood up straight, with blood dripping from his fingers.

He stood in the darkness, and after an unknown amount of time he was surprised to hear the sound of gongs and cymbals outside.

According to folk custom, the sound of gongs and cymbals indicates an auspicious time, and those holding lights will let go of their hands at that moment. So the long stream of lights between the streets will float at that moment, and the stars will rise into the sky.

He suddenly came back to his senses when he heard the sound of gongs and cymbals. After a while, he moved his steps and walked to the corridor.

At that moment, among the noisy crowds in the market, a very tall man came from the corner of the street, wrapped in a long wind and carrying a long sword.

He was born with a cold face and a dull expression on his brows, just as he was walking through the market. But when he heard the sound of gongs and cymbals, he was startled and stopped.

The lights all over the street came up at that moment.

So Wu Xingxue above the pavilion lowered his eyes, while the man by the market raised his eyes.

So a whole hundred years of human life flowed slowly by in that blur of lights.

The crowds of people all over the street were still following the lights, jumping for joy non-stop. The sound should be noisy, but to Wu Xingxue, it was like being covered with thick velvet, making it impossible to hear anything clearly.

The lights were brilliant and dazzling. In the light, he saw Xiao Fuxuan.

He once felt that the seasons moved quickly, just from winter to spring, and then from spring to winter. The green lantern in front of the night city gate rotates every ten years, and it has rotated ten times now, which is when the white horse passes by.

It wasn't until he walked through the light fog at night and met Xiao Fuxuan's eyes that he suddenly felt that a hundred years was really a long time.

That hundred years was too long, but the moment when their eyes met was too short.

The lights of the market happened to be blocked from the front of the building, making it impossible to see anything clearly. By the time the light flickered up into the clouds, the street corner was already empty.

It was as if... the other party's eyes really just happened to be focused on him, and they happened to stay there for a while, and because the lights were turned off and the people began to move around again, he withdrew his gaze, turned around and disappeared into the crowd.

Really no different than a stranger.

Although Wu Xingxue thought about it many times and made preparations for a hundred years, she even felt that this was a good thing and not a bad thing. But when this scene really happens, my heart will still feel an uncontrollable dull pain. Like pulling and tearing with a rusty knife.

Under the pavilion, a disciple from an unknown family blew a long and gentle whistle, and hundreds of exorcism lanterns to scare evil spirits were lit up and hung on both sides of the market to protect the peace of the festive night.

The people walked freely in the lamp, but Wu Xingxue covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

He smelled the residual smell of blood on his fingers, took a step back, and retreated into the dim pavilion.

In this position, the spirit lamp cannot shine in. He could no longer see the light that made the demon uncomfortable, but he did not lower his hand covering his eyes.

He still had his eyes closed, and his eyes were burning.

Later, Wu Xingxue often couldn't figure out how long he stood in that dark, deserted place...

In fact, it probably didn't take long.

Because the burning pain in his eyes had not subsided, he suddenly heard a very light sound behind him. The sound made him stiffen and freeze in place.

That was the sound of the long sword's scabbard gently knocking, and it landed less than half a step behind him.

In an instant, the entire pavilion fell into silence.

After another moment, the deep voice of the person behind him rang out, Are you... Wu Xingxue?

The eyes under Wu Xingxue's hand opened, and they were red and hot.