When the stone door opened, a strange bright light came out, and Gongsun Cheng, Gongsun Yao, and Chi Cangping each fell into their own illusions.
In a world filled with immortals and gods, they each traveled for nine days on legendary beasts. However, the good times did not last long, and a loud noise broke the beauty.
The wrath of thunder descended from the sky, the beautiful palaces were burned, the bright starry sky was stained, darkness became the main tone of the world, gods and Buddhas disappeared, and finally came.
When he woke up again, Chi Cangping found that he had returned to Wudang Mountain. The once simple and distant mountain gate had now turned into a wreckage burned by the war. The sacred mountain, once known as the holy place for seeking Taoism, had also turned into a crow's crow. , a hell on earth with corpses everywhere.
Chi Cangping walked numbly through the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood. Lying on the ground were the corpses of Wudang disciples. He seemed to have returned to that nightmare moment, and the shadow of the Xuantian Sect suddenly appeared behind him.
He started to run for his life, and Wudang disciples kept falling in a pool of blood around him. He suddenly raised his head, and Chi Cangping saw his junior brother Qingping covered in blood.
"Chi Cangping! You coward! Why do you want to harm us!"
Qingping came to kill with a sword. Chi Cangping was horrified. While running away, he hurriedly explained: "It's not me, it's not me, it has nothing to do with me!"
Chi Cangping tried his best to escape, and the Wudang Mountain behind him seemed to have returned to the time when the war was raging. The members of the Xuantian Sect were pressing forward step by step, and the screams of his brothers and sisters were again recalled in his ears.
Chi Cangping turned a deaf ear and only focused on escaping. In a panic, he accidentally fell to the ground and was covered by a shadow. He raised his head and showed hopeful eyes, but what greeted him was another pair of eyes full of hatred.
That was the seventh son of Wudang, his fourth uncle, Ziyang Taoist Chang Bai Jingnian.
"Chi Cangping! I treat you like a son, why did you kill me!" Bai Jingnian, whose face was full of blood and tears, complained sternly, and at the same time he struck with a sword.
"It wasn't me! I didn't kill you!"
While rolling on the ground to escape, Chi Cangping explained: "Uncle Fourth Master! I don't know who killed you. Have you forgotten? I collected the body for you. I really don't know who did it." Ah, don’t come to me!”
"Really? Junior Brother Bai was not harmed by you, but what about me?"
Wangchen, half-stained with blood, blocked Chi Cangping's escape path and knocked him to the ground with a sword.
"Uncle Seventh, great, are you okay?"
Wangchen was seriously injured and comatose after the battle in the Northland, and there is no news of him waking up. Chi Cangping was overjoyed to see him without warning, and then saw the murderous look on his face. His expression quickly changed and he explained: "Uncle Master, I, I It wasn’t intentional, I was”
"Shut up! How can there be people in Wudang who are so afraid of death? It's shameful!"
There was a loud shout, and the figure of Chi Cangping's fifth master uncle Feng Ziye also appeared in front of him. He said righteously: "Being greedy for life and fearing death, in order to survive, the master has fallen to this point, he deserves to be killed!"
"Deserves to be killed!"
"Deserves to be killed!"
The surrounding Wudang disciples responded loudly, and even the corpses lying in the pool of blood stood up and shouted at Chi Cangping with pale faces.
"I didn't mean it, I didn't mean to hurt you—!"
Chi Cangping squeezed through the crowd and ran forward like crazy. Two white-haired old men blocked him again. When he saw it, they were his master Qi Yunzi and his uncle Shang Yangzi.
Chi Cangping felt like he had been pardoned. These two old men had always cared for him the most. Without saying a word, he quickly knelt down and kowtowed, saying sincerely: "Master! Granduncle! This disciple has been wronged! You have to believe me." !You must believe me!”
But what made Chi Cangping feel desperate was that the two old men just shook their heads and sighed. After each looking at him with disappointment, they left.
"Master! Master! Don't leave the disciple alone! The disciple knows his mistake! But the disciple has really been framed!"
Chi Cangping chased after him, but the figures of the two old men disappeared like the wind. He continued to chase aimlessly, still muttering: "I am not wrong, it is not my fault, It's all that person who framed me! It's all that person's fault!"
"Destroy my Hengshan Mountain and kill my Five Mountains disciples, Chi Cangping, please accept your fate!"
The figure of Taoist Master Tianfeng appeared from the void and struck with a fierce sword. At the same time, countless disciples of the Five Mountains Sword Sect who died tragically at the Five Mountains Conference appeared one after another.
"The vicious villain from Wudang! He actually colluded with Huashan to plot against us!"
"Kill him! Kill him!"
The blood-stained Wuyue disciples were like evil ghosts returning from hell, dragging their broken bodies and driving their bodies with hatred, step by step towards Chi Cangping.
"I'm not! I didn't!"
Chi Cangping shouted back, his eyes were as big as bells, and he said angrily: "I wasn't the one who killed you! I was wronged! It's all Lu Shisan's fault! Every injustice has its own owner, and every debt has its own owner, you guys Go to him and ask for your life!”
But this time, the Wuyue disciples counterattacked even more fiercely.
"Quia! Quibble!"
"This man has no sense of shame. He keeps claiming that he is not guilty, but he is just trying to save his life. Don't let everyone be deceived by him!"
The disciples of the Five Sacred Mountains were excited and rushed forward. If they had a sword, they would use their swords. If they had no swords, they would hit them with their hands and feet, and bite them with their teeth. Chi Cangping was caught by them. The severe pain in his body made him almost crazy.
"Get away! Get away, everyone!"
Chi Cangping pulled out his sword and swung it, killing the Five Mountains disciples who were already dead.
"The murderer! Finally revealed his true face!"
"He killed me! Everyone can see clearly, he killed me!"
The denunciation of the Wuyue disciples made Chi Cangping cry bitterly, but he still waved his sword ruthlessly. He killed and fled at the same time. He killed countless innocent souls who were seeking their lives, and his ears finally became quiet.
There was a mountain of corpses of Wuyue disciples at his feet, and finally no one could speak out to accuse him. Chi Cangping, covered in blood, walked forward numbly, and another angry shout came from behind -
"Treason! What a good thing you did!"
Chi Cangping shuddered, turned around, looked at Chi Yiming, his eyes widened, and glared at himself: "You evil beast, you have done such an evil thing that cannot be tolerated in heaven and earth. My father will kill you today!"
"Dad! Don't you even believe in your son?"
Chi Cangping shouted in collapse, and at the same time subconsciously swung his sword in his hand, cutting off Chi Yiming's head in one stroke. The decapitated body disappeared like smoke, and the remaining head began to circle around him.
"The traitor! The traitor!"
"Ahhhh——!"
Chi Cangping waved his sword like crazy. Finally, when he was exhausted, he completely wiped out his father's figure. He knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. At this moment, the illusion around him seemed to come alive. Those who died people are coming back one after another.
Life-threatening, accusing, and ridiculing, Chi Cangping fell deeply into the abyss of pain and terror, reaching the edge of despair.
A second before he collapsed completely, a bright light suddenly fell from the sky, dispelling all the illusions. In a daze, Chi Cangping saw a huge eight-winged Gu insect wrapping himself with its huge wings.
The cool touch spread from the top of his head to his whole body. Chi Cangping's frantic heart calmed down. The hatred and pain finally disappeared, leaving only fragments.
He was like a poor man abandoned by the whole world, humbly begging for someone who could accept him. At this moment, Chi Cangping reopened and returned to the real world.
He stood in the cold and dark stone room. The person standing in front of him was his biological sister, Chi Qianyun, who would always forgive him no matter what ridiculous things he did since he was young.
"Qianyun."
The scarred heart finally waited for the light of redemption. With tears in his eyes, Chi Cangping stretched out his hand, wanting to embrace the last warmth.
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Chi Qianyun looked at Chi Cangping in front of her without saying a word. She silently accepted the other party's hug, and then——
Poof!
Chi Cangping's eyes widened in disbelief. The pain in his chest made it almost impossible for him to tell whether this was an illusion or reality. His hands were still holding his sister's thin shoulders, but his body began to gradually become cold.
"Why."
Chi Cangping held up his sister's face with difficulty and looked into those cold, unfamiliar eyes. He could no longer feel the pain in his heart. The sudden despair made his pain exceed the limit of what he could understand.
Chi Qianyun stared at Chi Cangping numbly, then pulled out the sword mercilessly, watching her longing brother slowly fall from her side, leaving a word indifferently.
"You deserve to die."
(End of chapter)
