The ghostly city of Rajgir could not see the light of day. Suddenly, a beam of light from the sky broke through the darkness.
It was a clear sword light, wrapped in a sword intent that Fu Zhu was very familiar with.
Leading sword!
How could it be the lead sword?
Her heart trembled, and she heard a shrill scream in her ears. She turned around and saw that the sword light was fixed on the ghost king in black. With just one strike of the sword, all the ghost energy in her body was instantly purified.
Wash away the lead and return to the true sword.
She couldn't even see clearly who drew the sword or how. But this move to wash away the lead deeply touched Fu Zhu's heart, and she faintly felt as if she was about to break through.
Fu Zhu just glanced at the surrounding scene. If she were to break through, this memory would disappear.
She still hasn't understood what happened a thousand years ago, and more importantly, she hasn't seen the man who killed the Ghost King with one sword.
Fu Zhu suppressed the surge of spiritual power around him and raised his head to look at the horizon.
When the ghost spirit dissipates, the clouds become more beautiful.
A young sword cultivator came riding the wind with his feet in the void and his hands behind his back. The strange thing is that there is no sword on his waist, and the talisman can't feel any breath on his body. It feels like his whole body is integrated with the heaven and earth.
The young sword cultivator landed lightly on the ground, glanced at Wei Jiang on the ground, and said, "She has lost all her vitality and there is no possibility of resurrection."
Shu Xuantan was stunned for a while, then seemed to accept the result. A mouthful of blood spurted out and fell on the hibiscus flower in Wei Jiang's hand. He slowly let go of Wei Jiang's body, letting her rest on his knees, clasping his hands and praying to her. The sword cultivator thanked him, "Thank you so much, Immortal Chief, for saving Wangha City."
The young swordsman waved his hand and said in a lazy tone, "I came here for the King's Ancient Pearl. I will kill the Ghost King and take advantage of the situation. There is no need to thank me." He only raised his hand slightly, and the King's Ancient Pearl flew to the palm of his hand.
The ancient pearl had been corroded by ghost energy for too long and was damaged by his sword energy. The smooth surface had cracks and was extremely fragile.
Jian Xiuyun Danfengqing's expression changed, his brows furrowed, and finally he let out a long sigh and helplessly let go.
Sure enough, is it still destiny that cannot be violated?
He glanced at Shu Xuantan again, seeming to see his intention, and kindly reminded: "The ancient pearl of Wangshe has been destroyed, and it is useless to put it back in her heart."
"You can't see the heavy price that such an act of defiance will pay, and neither can I."
Shu Xuantan's hand trembled, and the Wangshe Ancient Pearl almost fell from his hand. He looked at the dead silence in the city and the citizens who were swallowed up by ghosts everywhere, and finally made up his mind.
Raging flames ignited from Shu Xuantan's body. The sword cultivator raised his hand, but finally lowered it.
When a thought arises, cause and effect arise.
What trajectory things will follow in the future may be traceable, or it may be unknown. He laid out a game of chess, but he couldn't see the final outcome. As for Shu Xuantan's chess game, it was already predicted that it would be a dead end.
The fire light faded, and a relic floated in the air. It consciously flew towards the Wang She Gu Pearl, actively asking to be swallowed. The two relics were fatefully intertwined, and finally merged into one, and the cracks gradually disappeared.
This is a new Wangshe ancient pearl.
There was a look of struggle in Jian Xiu's eyes. He closed his eyes and drove the Wang She Ancient Pearl into Wei Jiang's heart.
After doing all this, he stepped on the cloud head and seemed to feel something in his heart. He looked at the talisman bead, then chuckled and left through the air.
He seemed to have glanced this way just now, but this was Shu Xuantan's memory, how could he see her? Or is he looking at something else? But she happened to block it, and Fu Zhu turned around and looked behind him. There was nothing there, and he was a little confused.
She had better take note of this strange man's appearance and go back and ask her master.
The rioting spiritual power in the body could not allow Fu Zhu to think about anything else. The memory dissipated and they returned to the secret room again.
Fu Zhu picked up Shu Xuantan's ashes with one hand, and held Wu Sheng with the other hand, heading to the shore.
As soon as she came out of the water, she stumbled suddenly and spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
"Fu Zhu, are you injured?" Hiji asked worriedly.
She stretched out her hand to help, but she was too small and couldn't do anything.
Fu Zhu felt a force supporting her. She lowered her eyes and saw that it was Wu Sheng who was supporting her, with a faint smile on his face. She raised her hand and wiped the blood from her mouth, "It's okay, it's just about to break through."
She suppressed the breakthrough and suffered a small backlash before vomiting the blood.
Fortunately, it didn't take long, and now that the thunderstorm has not passed, she still has a chance to break through.
After the talisman beads were placed in Wu Sheng and Riji, the sky suddenly became windy and cloudy, the clouds piled up, and lightning flashed, but there was no next move, as if it was still brewing.
＼(T﹏T)／
This tribulation-breaking thunder can be struck at will, but why does it want to hold back a big one?
As soon as Fu Zhu finished cursing, there was a roar in the sky. The huge sound made people's hearts skip a beat. A bolt of lightning struck down at lightning speed and hit Fu Zhu directly.
Fu Zhu, who entered the state of overcoming the tribulation, vaguely heard the voices of many people around him.
"Aren't the thunderclouds above the formation almost dissipated? Why did there suddenly be such a loud thunder?"
"I don't know who the powerful person was who drew such a terrifying talisman. The thunder has been striking for so long and it still doesn't stop."
"What the hell, the powerful one isn't here anyway, which just gives us an advantage."
The sound was thin and dense, making Fu Zhu's head buzz. Another thunder struck straight down, and her clothes were already in tatters.
As the days progressed and I counted the tribulation thunders, I gradually lost count of which one it was, so I could only encourage the talisman beads silently in my heart.
She looked worriedly at Wei Jiang, who was still under the Entrapment Talisman. The woman described him as embarrassed, like a withered flower. The golden light under her feet had not dissipated, but it was already very dim. Wei Jiang's body glowed with a very faint light, protecting her in a protective posture.
It was the Wangshe Ancient Pearl that was protecting Wei Jiang, so she didn't disappear under the thunder clouds.
Riji could neither get close to Fu Zhu nor Wei Jiang. She squatted on the ground halfway between the two of them, with a look of pity in her eyes.
Master Shu Xuantan used himself to repair the ancient pearl of Wangshe in order for Princess Wei Jiang to survive. When she woke up, her lover had passed away, the royal city was destroyed, and the people in the city were reduced to unconscious ghosts with no chance of reincarnation.
Princess Wei Jiang absorbed the ghost energy from the city residents day by day and reincarnated them. In the end, she was eroded by the ghost energy and became a ghost, becoming the new ghost king of Wangha City.
When she finally regained consciousness, she used the ancient beads of Wangshe to create a barrier and imprisoned herself in the palace for a thousand years.
Someone's voice sounded faintly from behind the flowers, "Do you feel a chill?"
"It's normal for it to be colder at night." The other person tightened his body and huddled together.
Saying this, in fact, I have already been scolding my mother in my heart. It is colder at night. Is it necessary to be so cold? It's not winter.
Riji looked behind the flowers warily, guarding the talisman bead in a defensive posture, and turning his head to look at it from time to time.
The thunderstorm is almost over, why hasn't Fu Zhu woke up yet?
The thunderclouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the breeze blew away other clouds, revealing a clear and bright white jade plate.
(End of chapter)
