It rained heavily and became muddy. Wu Peixian didn't look at the falling sword of the white-haired man who was destined to be defeated. He took a deep breath and laughed wildly for the first time.
The man who fell to the ground covered in mud and blood, wondering if he was really unable to struggle anymore, slowly closed his eyes.
The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to see a silhouette standing in front of him.
In the pouring rain, a tiny golden light suddenly flashed through, and millions of water droplets were split into two, as smooth as a mirror, as if cutting off the world.
Wu Peixian turned around suddenly, with a look of shock on her face, and looked at the woman who appeared out of thin air at an unknown moment. She saw those charming and scary bright red eyes at a glance.
Suddenly there was a sound between heaven and earth that drowned out the torrential rain. Zhu Xian surrounded Wang Si and trembled happily, as if he were meeting his old master. Wang Sizhi held it lightly, and her momentum suddenly surged. With her as the center, layers of accumulated water exploded into pieces. Then he raised his sword to the sky and faced the famous sword Fuji.
In an instant, there was a violent wind and rain, and thunder rolled down from the sky. During the lightning and thunder, someone could be vaguely seen sitting high on the sea of clouds, holding a golden whisk, dressed in fairy clothes, and his body was pure.
There were nine thunderbolts in total that struck the woman violently. However, she was crushed to pieces by the fierce sword energy even before she could get close. The last sky thunder, as black as ink, contained endless heavenly rules, and was even enough to kill a great master and monk, but it was gently held up by the woman's hand.
With a slight exertion of her fingers, a round black thunder was crushed by her.
She squinted her eyes and looked into the distance. The figure sitting on the sea of clouds suddenly became silent and disappeared in the next second.
Taoist Lotus Crown, who witnessed all this from a distance, stared wide-eyed and was so shocked that he couldn't say a word. Ordinary eight-level monks may not be able to catch all of these nine thunders. Crush the thunder with your bare hands? What is your thunder? Chinese cabbage? !
Wu Peixian, a giant of the Yin Yang family to be exact, narrowed his eyes and looked at the Empress of Sui who was entering the chess game, with an extremely rare look of surprise on her face.
There is no doubt that the nine rolling thunders just now were aimed at this red-eyed woman. As the empress of the Sui Dynasty five hundred years ago, she was able to live to this day because she violated the laws of heaven, so she was punished by the immortals. This is not true. What’s so confusing. But this Empress of the Sui Dynasty is just a secular person after all, and she is not one of the few great masters or monks. How did she get such powerful strength? And he is obviously the master of the remnant of this immortal sword from ten thousand years ago.
How can a person from five hundred years ago be related to a fairy sword from ten thousand years ago? You know, except for the founders of the three religions, there are not many people in the world who are qualified to talk about ten thousand years ago.
Wu Peixian's eyes became colder and colder. The unexpected appearance in front of him made the chess game that was a sure win a little more variable. For a national player, as long as it is not a sure-win game, there is not much difference between a 90% chance of winning and a 10% chance of winning.
The Buddha's whole body was shrouded in Buddha's light, and when the rain poured on him, it evaporated. He suddenly let out a sigh and asked doubtfully: "Has the strength declined so much? Has it reached the end of its strength?"
Daozu sat cross-legged and said with a smile: "Although she is not the Heaven-Building Empress, there is at least a glimmer of hope for the Lotus Cave."
Taoist Lotus Crown, who had been quietly eavesdropping behind the two of them, his eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, and he subconsciously looked at the woman holding Zhu Xian, thoughtfully.
In the heavy rain, Wang Sizhi struggled to hold on, with blood flowing down her arms. There was mud under her feet, with a shocking red color.
Not daring to look back, just like when there was a man carrying her on his back when climbing a mountain, she cried to the man behind her: "Don't die!"
The man who was seriously injured and on the verge of death did not respond at all.
Suddenly heavy rain poured down, and there was only a vast expanse of white between the sky and the earth. The sword that Wu Peixian has painstakingly polished for thirty years contains part of the foundation of the Tao, but the price is to fall into the trap. The strength of this sword is comparable to the full blow of an eighth-level monk or grand master. Since the people in the world who use swords, the ninth-level monk Zhao Bingnie is far behind the world, and the only one who can compare with him is the leader of the swordsmanship of the seventh-level grandmaster, so this sword is the second in the world!
If the immortal had not sent down the heavenly punishment, this sword might really have been stopped, but at this moment, after crushing the nine heavenly thunders, this woman was already at the end of her strength!
Any change is extremely fatal. Wu Peixian no longer hesitated, and used all his energy to hit Wang Sizhi with all his strength. Over and over again, Wang Sizhi felt like he was hit hard, his body shook violently, but he still remained standing.
Her red lips were bitten and stained with scarlet. It was unclear whether it was rain or tears. Her clothes were smeared with blood and bloomed as delicately as flowers. He whispered to the man behind him: "Five hundred years ago, in the face of the rumors and rumors in the world, and in the face of the cruel views of a country's people, you banned me from the inner palace for thirty years. I hated you, and even wanted to kill you at one time. I killed you and ran away. But later I realized that except being locked up by you, where could I go? In the eyes of the world, I am a disaster, just because I have had a pair of bright red eyes since I was born. The whole world, Sixteen dynasties have linked up and pointed their finger at your Sui Dynasty, just to kill me, a disaster in their eyes. You have imprisoned me for thirty years, I have not seen you for thirty years, and you have guarded the country for thirty years. Nian is just to protect that red-eyed woman who has great hatred and wants to put you to death."
Spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Wang Sizhi's voice trembled, "So over the past five hundred years, many national advisors in past dynasties who were good at managing the fate of the country could not understand why the Sui Dynasty of the past was destroyed when it was clearly at its peak. You can accommodate me, who cannot be accommodated by the whole world, so how can the whole world tolerate you and your Sui Dynasty? That day, facing the cavalry of sixteen dynasties, you stopped in front of me and let me Hurry up. Five hundred years later, this time, I will protect you. Back then, I said if you didn’t leave, I wouldn’t leave, and it’s the same this time. If you are tired and want to sleep here, then I will accompany you. you."
"There are several sweet-scented osmanthus trees on the Hupao Spring, lying on the rocks. When they are in bloom, the steps are covered with yellow snow. It is like traveling in the Tianxiang Kingdom. It is a pleasant sight to the nose."
In the old Sui Dynasty, some people were not the emperors who looked down upon the world, and some were not the queens who were as cold as poison. This man and woman traveled together and knelt down in front of the Buddha to swear an oath together.
With gentle movements, Wang Sizhi turned around and looked back, murmuring softly,
"On the day when the flowers bloom, we should see Amitabha together and listen to the teachings of the inanimate. Even if we may fall into the human world again, we wish to be husband and wife forever. Tomorrow is the day of the Tathagata's Nirvana. We should uphold this oath and prove it before the Buddha."
She slowly closed her eyes.
I'm here to accompany you.
For a moment, whether it was an illusion or not, a very soft voice sounded in her ears, "This life is not over yet."
Then a very heavy sound rolled down like thunder.
"Wu Peixian, I'll fuck your mother."
Stepping over Wang Sizhi, he stretched out his hand to pull down the support, and threw it casually at his feet. In a flash, the bright flowing flowers seemed to penetrate the world, and Wu Peixian stepped back a hundred feet.
Wang Sizhi didn't care to vomit out a mouthful of blood, held the sword in both hands, half-knelt on the ground, and looked at the white-haired figure in a daze.
Guiliu didn't turn around and became furious, "I told you that you, Wang Sizhi, are a coward and you can only hide behind me for the rest of your life!"
Rushing out again, the heavy rain exploded, and Wu Peixian, or the giant of the Yin and Yang family, was pushed back two hundred feet with one punch!
When Wu Peixian stood firm, his clothes were torn and his previous high spirits were completely gone. He looked at the dying man in front of him with an expressionless expression on his face, "Is someone here to save your life?"
"Indeed." Guiliu said with a smile, holding the famous sword Lushui in his left hand, and slowly raised his arm.
Wu Peixian frowned slightly, "Who is it?"
"they."
In the pouring rain, Gui Liu took a deep breath and began to run wildly.
The water was surging, and lotuses appeared at his step. The road behind him was suddenly covered with swaying purple lotus flowers.
Two more Cipai flying swords flew out from the acupoints, one on the left and one on the right, moving forward together with the man.
Does anyone really want to extend his life?
the answer is negative.
But at the moment when he was about to die, in a daze, he saw a woman standing in front of him and saying a lot of words to him intermittently.
He saw a woman's face covered with tears, her soul distraught in the wind.
He saw his mother standing in front of him, stood on tiptoes, patted his head, and asked, "Can you win?"
He saw a Confucian saint from 200 years ago, who angrily said, "Go to your mother" to bring peace to all generations. After getting the answer to end the war with war, he nodded with satisfaction and left the world.
Carrying half of the Buddhist destiny, he has never been able to truly use it for his own use. In the final analysis, this man's state of mind has always been damaged and he cannot achieve true perfection.
It's like a smooth and flat boulder with a dark crack.
And it has been there since he was young and sensible. As I grew up, there was no way to repair this crack. Instead, it became deeper and deeper, spreading like a branch.
Because he heard too many people say to him: "You don't deserve to live. You are a disaster and the chief culprit of killing the loved ones around you."
When I was a child, I saw Taozhi vomiting blood on the bed, and the maid poured out a large basin full of blood.
When I grew up, from Zhao Bingnie's future pictures, I saw Gui Qing dying in battle, Hu Meizi being burned and eviscerated, and the relatives around me being disbelieving.
So he really wanted to know whether he was the culprit of all the misfortunes happening to people around him.
It wasn't until Wu Peixian that he got the answer.
The death of Chen Luyao's parents was like the straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing the skepticism he had struggled to maintain.
It turns out that he is really the culprit.
At that moment, his state of mind was completely shattered, and his state fell again and again, so he was defeated without fighting.
But at the moment when he was wandering around the gate of hell, he saw one scene after another, not only the past, but also the present moment. He saw the maids fighting desperately, saw his mother fighting against the enemy Zu Yuanliang on the sea of clouds, and saw the armored pagoda risking his life. They rushed forward, corpses piled up, and the tide of blood hit the cliff.
At the last moment of his life, he even saw a woman standing in front of him, blocking the sword for him.
It was also at the same moment that he finally found the real answer.
Just one sentence.
Get out of here, the culprit!
"Just because of me, a dead baby in my belly, my father led troops to defend the city and almost died in battle. My mother knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, wanting to trade her life for me to live. Your mother said I don't deserve to live?"
"When was it that the maid beside me didn't fall into death? When was she not covered in blood? When was there not a time when the maid beside me didn't go into hell and come back? Your mother said that I don't deserve to live?"
"Wang Sizhi blocked the bullet for me, and today he stood in front of me to block the sword for me. Are you saying that I don't deserve to live?"
"Who are you, Wu Peixian? You are a stupid bastard who studies and studies, you are worse than an animal! In your eyes, the life of everyone in the world is life, and a person's life is more humble than a piece of grass, and you still say that you must take the world as your own responsibility, and you must To bring peace to the world, I will go to your mother to bring peace to the world!"
Gei Liu raised his sword high, his eyes were scarlet, his white hair was dancing wildly, and his whole body exuded murderous Buddha intention.
At the tip of the knife, a purple lotus suddenly bloomed.
The golden lotus in the Tianchi of Fanke Mountain slowly closes up and is in bud.
The knife easily penetrated Wu Peixian's heart, and was offset by his luck. The purple lotus flower at the tip of the knife disappeared without a trace. Without the protection of the Yin Yang family's luck, he no longer had the magical power to resurrect the corpse.
Guiliu grasped the handle of the knife with his left hand, grinned, showing his scarlet teeth, and slowly turned his wrist.
The feeling of heartbreak is far more painful than this.
Wu Peixian's soul began to shake violently, and he might break out at any time. He was clearly on the verge of death, but he summoned up astonishing strength out of thin air. He held onto Guiliu's arm with a ferocious smile and said, "I still win this game. You will definitely die."
His dark pupils that were gradually dilating were emitting a strange light.
At such a close distance, if a great monk self-destructs, even a great master with an extremely powerful warrior body will only die.
Wu Peixian's eyes were wide open, "Go to hell!!"
Suddenly, a golden light passed through the sky and the earth. It was so fast that even Dao Ancestor let out a sigh.
Zhu Xian looked through Wu Peixian's head, half of which was snow-white and half of which was bright red.
His mouth was open and his eyes were closed.
Wang Sizhi slowly put down his arms, his red eyes as cold as poison.
In the spring of Yongshuang's sixteenth year, a piece of horrifying news quickly spread throughout the world.
Wu Peixian is dead.
The person who killed him was the biggest dude in the world!
