"I do not want to."
In the Jianlu, Mu Qing once again answered Jian Shengyuan that his choice had not changed in any way from when he was at Shengyuan Mountain.
Mu Qing looked at Jian Shengyuan's back, thinking that the other party would turn around, but after waiting for a moment, Jian Shengyuan still maintained the same posture and asked repeatedly: "Are you willing to take my path?"
Mu Qing narrowed his eyes slightly and did not answer immediately.
After another moment, Jian Shengyuan, who had his back turned to him, repeated the words again.
Mu Qing frowned, and his eyes slowly swept across the blacksmith shop in front of him, the stove made of rammed adobe, and the sink made of a single large stone. These things had not changed, but the person in front of him was not the same one before.
Mu Qing left the blacksmith's shop and searched around other places in Jianlu, but failed to find any useful clues, so he had to return to the blacksmith's shop.
"would you like……"
This time, before Jian Shengyuan could finish his sentence, Mu Qing said first, "I do."
Jian Shengyuan really won't repeat it again.
Mu Qing stared at Jian Shengyuan closely, but Jian Shengyuan was completely still, like a real sculpture. Suddenly, a sword shadow broke in from the sky, and a scarlet sword light flashed across. Jian Shengyuan in front of Mu Qing took the lead. It was broken into pieces, and then there was the Jianlu where he was.
At this moment, Mu Qing only felt that his body was extremely light, as if he was rising against the sword, getting further and further away from the ground. He quickly lowered his head, only to meet a pair of blood-red eyes.
He saw himself.
He stood on a blood-red mountain peak, and the demon-suppressing sword in his hand had numerous cracks and was still attacking with him.
And he also knew the people who were on his opposite side.
Lin Langtian, Ling Qingzhu, these relatives of Wei Rui, all became enemies, and there was no room for maneuver between them. As he drew his sword, these people also died in his hands.
Blood was stained all over the eighty-one hidden peaks. He who killed the last person stood on the Shenglong Platform. With a sweep of his sword, all the hidden peaks were destroyed. A huge figure emerged from the ground, but he fought with him. .
In the end, he stood on the fallen dragon's head, refining all the blood vitality and achieving the supreme state.
He was watching all this from high in the sky, and he kept telling himself that everything he saw was an illusion, but there was always endless anger in his chest.
So much so that when the supreme realm truly arrived, he actually felt a trace of satisfaction despite the rage still roaring in his chest.
After a lifetime of satisfaction, his body quickly descended, his feet truly stepped on the dragon's head, and the dazzling bloody smell became extremely clear.
Everything seemed illusory and real, and he gradually couldn't tell the truth from the false. In a daze, he thought he was looking back at the past at a certain moment.
He slowly walked down the dragon's head and began to look for familiar figures to support his memory. He saw Liu Weirui. She was lying on Ling Qingzhu's chest, with a familiar sword wound on her back. When he turned his eyes, he saw more familiar figures.
These women who were extremely important to him had already fallen on the way here.
He began to realize that today he brought everyone to pick up Wei Rui, but was ambushed one after another. When he killed all his enemies, he sadly discovered that the biggest enemy was the person he wanted to save.
So it was another fierce battle.
He won in the end and became the first person in the world.
Looking back again, everything is so real.
Endless nothingness and genuine regret enveloped him.
Yuhuafeng, the top of the mountain.
Lu Tai walked through the stone path between green bamboos and stood outside a simple wooden house.
The door of the wooden house was open, and inside there was an old man in plain clothes with his eyes closed and his legs crossed, facing the door.
"Master."
Lu Tai bowed respectfully to Bai Ke, then sat down casually outside the wooden house and said softly: "I didn't expect this young man to reach this point for the first time."
"He should be in the same situation as you now. I don't know whether his choice is yours or mine..."
In the illusion, the farther Mu Qing got from the Shenglong Platform, the more real the sticky feeling on his feet became. It turned out that he had not only slaughtered all the eighty-one hidden peaks, but also those on the way here.
All the forces that ambush them were slaughtered by him.
When the blood flowed over his calf like a stream, he walked to the Spring God Mountain. There was no one in the Spring God Mountain. It was a ghost land. In order to prevent him from using that space passage, the most people died here.
He walked back and forth by the river of corpse blood over and over again before he remembered that he should return to Suzaku City.
But when he raised his head, he saw mountains in the distance, like stretches of red scales, unable to find his way back.
At that moment, a thunder exploded in his mind, and Mu Qing suddenly realized that this was still an illusion, but a more real illusion.
He needs to leave this hellish place!
He randomly chose a direction and began to rush forward, but what awaited him was nothing but mountains, and nothing but mountains and seas of corpses and blood.
After trying this several times, he finally gave up and stared blankly at the sky.
He recovered more memories and recalled the sword from the sky. Now only another stunning sword can break the world and take him out of the hell on earth.
With this thought in my heart, heaven and earth resonated.
The silver thunder snake swam among the lead clouds, thundering loudly, and suddenly stopping all at once. All the domineering voices in the world gave way to a clear sword cry.
A scarlet sword shadow broke through the clouds, fell straight to the ground, and stopped in front of him in an instant.
This is an iron sword with an ordinary shape, three feet long, and the lines on the sword are not even smooth, but Mu Qing has a kind of confidence that as long as he holds this sword, he can break through the world.
So, Mu Qing stretched out his hand towards Jian.
Outside the wooden house, Lu Tai, who was sitting casually, suddenly stood up and looked outside the peak.
On the Zhuxian Peak, a scarlet sword light soared into the sky, and the Jingming Realm was turbulent. The other peaks were attracted, and the sword light soared up, followed closely behind, forming a great formation of heaven and earth at an extremely fast speed.
"It's the Immortal Killing Sword Formation."
Lu Tai frowned, looked back at Bai Ke, and said with a smile: "Master, it seems that my choice is right." ap.
Bai Ke crossed his legs and closed his eyes, still not responding, maybe he will never respond.
Lu Tai looked away, turned and walked down the mountain, saying, "What your old man failed to do, my disciple will do it for you."
Lu Tai went down the mountain much faster than when he climbed to the top. After arriving at the Sword Testing Square, he immediately looked towards the Sword Cottage and his eyes couldn't help but condense.
Mu Qing was still standing inside the door of Jianlu, not waking up.
What happened?
Lu Tai's eyes were deep.
The sound of swords outside Yuhua Peak was getting closer and closer, and the shadow of a huge red sword hung outside the mountain, with the tip of the sword facing this square.
In the illusion, Mu Qing had already grasped the three-foot iron sword, but made no other movements.
At this moment, the stronger the thought of breaking the sky with a sword in his mind, the clearer the inspection in his eyes.
After waiting for a long time to no avail, the iron sword began to tremble and began to actively express its anger.
One after another, blazing red lines containing monstrous aura covered the sword body, and then followed the sword body toward Mu Qing's arm like lava.
Mu Qing's eyes narrowed and he wanted to let go, but there was a sharp pain in his palm.
In just a moment, the sword hilt melted the flesh and blood in his palm.
Mu Qing snorted coldly, his consciousness finally returned to clarity, and he finally understood where the familiarity this iron sword gave him came from.
This is clearly the iron sword that Jian Shengyuan made when he was a boy. It is also the sword that grew up with Jian Shengyuan and finally transformed into an immortal weapon!
Why does the sword that cuts off soldiers appear in the illusion caused by the Sword Sutra?
Is this the bond Lu Tai talks about?
The stinging pain brought to the body by the boundless ferocity made Mu Qing's thoughts flow extremely freely. With a hard look in his eyes, he simply held the hilt of the sword with both hands and fell into a pool of blood.
The majestic fierce energy surged from his arms to the sea of consciousness. Mu Qing forcibly suppressed his thoughts of resistance and did not do anything to stop him, but there was still endless fierce light rushing towards him.
Later, when the last trace of consciousness was submerged, even the pain
Then go.
Everything fell into deep darkness. After an unknown period of time, a gray cyclone broke away from the darkness and rose into the air. Purple air emerged from the cyclone, creating a purple figure, which was Mu Qing.
Mu Qing opened his eyes, and he also opened his eyes inside the Jianlu Gate and saw Lutai in front of him.
The two looked at each other.
Lu Tai did not see confusion or fear in Mu Qing's eyes, only calmness remained. Before Mu Qing could speak, he asked eagerly: "You are not holding a sword?"
"Why do you hold the sword?" Mu Qing asked back. This time he gained a lot from the illusion and said with emotion: "Sect Master Lu, only when I face the emptiness in my heart can I truly understand why I hold the sword."
"I know……"
When Mu Qing was about to tell Lu Tai that he finally knew what the bond between the two was, Lu Tai's expression suddenly changed and he rushed towards him.
The majestic sword energy soared into the sky, and a dull explosion sounded above Mu Qing's head.
"Quickly retreat!"
Lu Tai shouted softly and grabbed his shoulder. Mu Qing felt an irresistible force acting on him, and he was like a thrown flying sword, flying backwards into the distance.
It wasn't until he was a hundred feet away from Yuhua Peak that he realized with shock what had just happened.
A huge sword shadow, half the size of Yuhua Peak, poked out from the clouds, half of it still hidden in the sky. The pointed tip of the sword pointed towards the sword-testing square halfway up the mountain.
The huge ripples of sword energy are visible to the naked eye, rushing here like a tide.
"This is the Killing Immortal Sword Formation! Get rid of all the aura quickly!"
The ring between his fingers became extremely hot, and Fang Jun shouted in a deep voice.
Mu Qing quickly gathered all his aura, turned around and rushed towards the direction he came from, but before he could run very far, there was a tearing sword cry behind him, and a dim flying sword went straight towards his heart at a very fast speed.
Mu Qing responded hastily. Although he dodged the blow across his heart, his right shoulder was penetrated.
This blow was just the beginning. As the dim flying sword attacked Mu Qing, more and more flying swords chased him.
Even the broken and damaged flying swords regarded Mu Qing as the enemy of life and death, as if their owners died in his hands.
Mu Qing was about to summon the Demon Suppressing Sword to split these broken swords, but Fang Jun quickly stopped him: "No!"
Mu Qing had no choice but to fall to the ground and move around the mountains.
After another flying sword was knocked away with one palm, Mu Qing said solemnly: "I restrained all my aura and was still being chased. There should be marks left in my body. Please help me take a look."
"There is a mark." Fang Jun replied.
Mu Qing was helpless: "Can it be eliminated?"
Fang Jun said in a deep voice: "Not only is there something wrong with the sword, the problem is also huge. If the mark is removed, I will be directly exposed."
Mu Qing's eyes darkened, and he asked Fang Jun again. With Meng Zhang's help, he temporarily sealed the mark, and there were suddenly fewer flying swords chasing him behind him.
Soon, Mu Qing arrived at a mountain peak that he had seen for the first time.
But he couldn't find the exit from the pure world.
