Time seemed to stand still, everything slowed down.
Yang Ning felt as if his head was exploding, and the aura of death surged up along with the black poisonous gas.
On one side of the blood lake, ripples rippled in an orderly manner with the sound of drums.
Liufeng drew his sword towards the sky and kept waving the spiritual sword. His sword intentions were like the chilling autumn wind, completely going crazy.
"This is how to do?"
Feng Xing'er's pretty face had completely lost all color, and she was powerless to control her.
In the sky, there were bursts of bloody figures, shouting for death.
An eternal sword light seemed to draw from the distant and ancient sky.
There is heat, there is madness, and there is the smell of blood, as if it has been separated by countless eras, and it is carrying the vicissitudes of history, and it is sweeping away.
The bloody sword light was very slow, like an old man rushing on the road, full of uncertain factors.
This is a war song from a distant place, breaking the trajectory of history and recreating the scene.
Is it really impossible to survive this time?
Yang Ning's heart was confused, feeling that death was approaching and he could die at any time.
Death is terrible, and for Yang Ning, a man who has lived in two lifetimes, it is even more terrible.
Because Yang Ning still has too many things to do, his revenge, his lover... are all waiting for him to do it.
Can't die, can't die...
Yang Ning's heart was screaming, a little weak.
The poison of death could not sense his thoughts, and it kept running around Yang Ning's body. Wherever it went, there was death.
Even with the help of holy medicine, it still doesn't help.
The poison of wandering heart, one word, is enough to explain everything.
It can penetrate into the most mysterious heart of the human body, not to mention other places, destroying everything it passes by, like locusts passing through.
All life is extinguished, leaving no trace behind.
Yang Ning even opened the Zifu, but it still had no effect.
Xidi Manzhu, exuding sacred brilliance, tried her best to protect the safety of her master, but the poison in her heart had become a climate after many suppressions, and she could not completely suppress it.
Xidi Manzhu is a flower of death. Although it can absorb death energy, it cannot absorb poisonous mist.
The poisonous mist lingering in Yang Ning's body is like a hand holding a pen, and Yang Ning's body is like a picture scroll, all scribbled by the horse and the rein.
Shattering Yang Ning's vitality and exterminating Yang Ning's body.
Heart pulse, five internal organs, meridians...
Little by little, slowly eroded.
But Yang Ning, who accurately sensed everything, was powerless, and the heart-wrenching pain was like a knife and ax coming, wiping away Yang Ning's vitality bit by bit, and draining away bit by bit.
The foundation in the sea of consciousness collapsed with the extinction of life...
Only a mysterious force in Zifu maintained and tried not to completely destroy Yang Ning.
The Ling Tian Jue was running on its own and could no longer be used by Yang Ning, so it was running in its own world.
Is this what will happen to me?
Yang Ning watched everything happen, helpless.
Even in a trance, lost, not knowing where he is?
Time seems to have passed...
Liufeng slumped on the ground helplessly, the spiritual sword in his hand still radiated light, a little dim, but his eyes were not quite real, they were very blurry...
Feng Xing'er was powerless and could only watch helplessly. Seeing Liufeng finally running out of spiritual energy, she slowly approached and wanted to help Liufeng, but there were more and more ripples on the blood-colored lake.
This left Feng Xing'er with a hanging heart, unable to move for a long time.
The battle in the sky became increasingly fierce.
Countless corpses fell into a pool of blood as metal clashed. Gradually, the blood gathered into a thin stream and flowed to one place.
A small lake gradually formed.
Clang!
Suddenly, the world seemed to be quiet.
Very abrupt.
There was only a sword light, a bloody sword light, like a divine radiance that purified the world.
Wherever he passed, countless screams rang out.
"ah……"……
Clang!
Still echoing.
Purifying this space of bloodshed.
The blood rain from the sky continued to pour down into the blood-colored lake.
The lake gradually grew larger and larger, eventually forming a blood lake.
Boom!
With a heavy drumbeat, everything seemed to stop.
The battle in the sky disappeared without a trace, and the blood color returned.
The ripples on the Blood Lake gradually became distant and calmed down.
Liufeng twitched feebly, and there was only one sword that was still waving, but it had lost its brilliance.
The bloody space suddenly became quiet.
It's like nothing happened.
There is only one white holy medicine, which sheds sacred light and protects the owner's safety.
Sasa…
Everlasting.
"Is it quiet?" Feng Xing'er was almost lost. If it hadn't been for the critical moment, Yang Ning reminded her, she might have fallen into a state of madness like Liu Feng.
At this moment, when I see everything around me is peaceful, I feel scared and have lingering fears.
Wow!
Clear, crisp and bright.
This is the sound of breaking water.
No, it should be said that it was the sound that broke through the bloody lake.
The flying head of the wind emerged from the blood-colored lake.
"Brother Feiyang..."
Feng Xing'er screamed in surprise.
"Myolie." Feng Feiyang responded and walked out of the bloody lake.
A bloody figure, without any sign of white grace, walked feebly, and even completely softened the moment it landed.
"Brother Feiyang..."
Feng Xing'er didn't know what force drove her to open her arms, and she took Feng Feiyang into her arms regardless of the smell of blood that she hated.
Feng Feiyang held a piece of jade the size of a brick in his hand, which looked very fishy.
"Brother Feiyang..." Feng Xing'er whined in a low voice.
But there was no response.
Everything is calm and silent.
Suddenly, three sword lights appeared in the sky, seeming to be summoning something.
boom! boom! boom!
…
"What a good boy, you can actually take out such a large piece of blood jade paste in the blood lake." Jian Jue's eyes were filled with praise as he stared at Feng Feiyang standing below.
Feng Feiyang said nothing, and even looked a little hazy.
"Not bad, not bad, very good..." Jian Jue sighed three times in succession, turned back to a beautiful figure and said, "Chonghua, your son is very good."
It was a woman wearing a lavender dress. Her body was looming, and there was a mysterious power that attracted people's attention, because there was a light layer of tulle on her face, but it was hard to see clearly.
As if in a dream.
This is Feng Feiyang's mother, Mrs. Chonghua, who has a special status in Beixuan Sword Sect.
"The elder is so complimentary." Mrs. Chonghua was not proud of Jian Jue's praise. There was even a bit of coldness in her tone.
Jian Jue held the blood jade ointment brought back by Feng Feiyang in his hand, and said to Feng Feiyang: "I, the Jian Sect, are the only one who can have such perseverance, I'm afraid you are the only one."
Jian Jue is in the blood lake, and it can be said that his memory is particularly deep. He can successfully retreat from the various illusions in the blood lake. This kind of perseverance is worthy of Jian Jue's special treatment.
"Chonghua, in a few days, you can also move to the back mountain." Jian Dian looked at this woman with a very complicated expression. Because of what happened that year, Chonghua left the Beixuan Sword Sect and seemed to evaporate from the world without any news.
However, just twenty years ago, he suddenly returned to Jianzong. The period in between became a mystery. No one knew about it, and Chonghua himself did not mention it at all.
Until last year.
Gradually, that mysterious time revealed my true thoughts.
"Elder, I'm afraid..."
Chonghua didn't quite believe his ears. Ever since he left Jianzong, things had changed since he came back again. Unexpectedly, at this moment Jian Jue actually opened his mouth and asked him to go to the back mountain.
"It doesn't matter, what happened to you is actually something my master did wrong back then, so I can't blame you." Jian Jue glanced at Feng Feiyang, nodded, and said, "Feiyang, you should also be with Yang Ning."
"Okay, that's it for today. Feiyang is tired too, so let him rest." Jian Jue waved his hand, indicating that mother and son could leave.
Watching Chonghua mother and son leave, Jian Jue did not stop in the pavilion, turned into a rainbow, and went straight to the back mountain.
…
"This kid is very hardworking..." Cheng Liyun was lying on the door frame of his thatched house with a jar of wine in his mouth. It seems that Elder Jiu cannot live without wine.
"In terms of character, it's not bad." Wang Guqin stood in front of the thatched house, thinking about Yang Ning who came out of the secret realm at that time. At that time, Yang Ning's vitality was almost completely extinguished, and it could even be said that he had a narrow escape from death.
But fortunately the time was just right, otherwise he might have been dead. Thinking about the killing sword deep in the sword mound, Wang Guqin felt scared.
What exactly this young man has gone through and why he has such a tenacious character is something Wang Zhuqin can't figure out, and he has no way of guessing.
"Here we come..." Seeing the rainbow light in the sky, Wang Zhuqin stepped forward to greet him.
"Quick, get treatment quickly." Jian Jue seemed to have lost his composure and hurriedly stuffed the Blood Jade Ointment into Wang Guqin's hand.
"Yes." Wang Qinqin took the Blood Jade Ointment and said, "Without treatment, I'm afraid this kid will be really in danger..."
As Wang Zhuqin spoke, he stepped over Elder Jiu's body and said, "You old guy, can you get out of the way? Don't you know it's urgent?" Without stopping, he had already arrived at the bedside.
"I..." Elder Jiu seemed a little dissatisfied and said, "This is my home, I can do whatever I want, and it's your turn to teach me a lesson. It's really..."
The wine elder took a sip of wine and was very unhappy.
"If you have nothing to do, be on guard for me..." Wang Zhuqin didn't care about Elder Jiu's complaints and had already started to take action.
"I..." I left one word, not knowing what to say. I stood up, left the door frame I was leaning on, and said to Jian Jue: "I'm afraid this old boy has taken medicine..."
Jian Jue was speechless.
"Humph..." The wine elder groaned, raised his neck, and the wine jar shook. He found that the wine jar in his hand was empty. He walked to a wine jar, picked up a jar of wine, and looked after himself. He drank naturally.
Soon, a faint brilliance circulated around the thatched house, and Wang Guqin began to treat Yang Ning.
Has the killing spree begun? Is all this God's will?
Jian never knew whether it was true or not, but since Yang Ning entered Xishu, everything seemed to be destined, which was hard to fathom.
First, there is the poison that changes the heart, then there is the road to refining the heart, then to the journey to the chaotic mountains, and finally to the blood lake in this secret realm.
Is everything really the will of God?
Jian never knew, but there was a faint uneasiness in his heart, very strong.
Maybe I was overthinking it. Jian Jue waved away his uneasy emotions and quietly maintained the peace of the thatched house.
