A small purple electric light exploded silently above Li Wan's head.
It's not that it's silent, but the speed of the lightning is too fast, far behind the speed of the sound wave.
Li Wan couldn't avoid it because he knew that his speed was too slow in comparison.
He also couldn't resist like he did in the past because he couldn't judge how powerful this "kill" was.
Although this is just an introductory immortal technique that every cultivator knows, the person in front of him is the creator of this immortal technique.
In his hands, all ordinary immortal techniques will become techniques of immeasurable power.
There has always been a saying in the Immortal World that a difference in realm by one level means a tenfold difference in strength.
Then I am just a levelless Ishimaru, but the person in front of me is a perfect immortal who has existed for all eternity. How many levels of realm are they different from each other, and how many times their strength is different?
Li Wan's thoughts had wandered to no one knows where.
Then he thought, if I die here, I hope there will be no pure academy in that paradise.
His thoughts wandered far away for a while, and then suddenly stopped.
Li Wan closed his eyes and planned to wait for death.
No!
Ten hearts screamed from the deepest part at the same time.
The cloud of thoughts began to stir again.
How could I have such a thought?
Isn't it what I long for most in my heart to fight against this mighty man?
Since it is death, why not fight vigorously and then die again?
Li Wan's thoughts came back to his mind, he clenched his fists tightly, and when he raised his head, the gloomy clouds behind him dispersed, and a huge golden dragon mirage appeared.
The golden dragon's golden eyes opened angrily, it looked up to the sky and roared loudly, opened its huge mouth, and seemed to swallow the purple electric light in one gulp.
The lightning has arrived.
The sound of electricity also reached my ears.
After Li Wan thought twice, he raised his fist and had already swung it halfway.
The above are all things that happen within one breath.
The next breath, the situation changed suddenly again.
A white figure landed in front of Li Wan faster than the purple lightning.
"Meow! Get out of the way!"
With a low angry shout, Li Wan felt his face heat up, and slapped himself in the face with an innocent slap, sending him flying away.
It's strange that although this slap is extremely powerful, it is soft and does not hurt at all when it hits the face.
With a bang, Li Wan only saw a big hole where he was originally located by the purple electric light. Purple light lingered in it, and wind, fire, thunder and lightning were burning at the same time.
And the white figure, suspended in front of him, silently drew out his three swords.
Two are in hand, one is hanging on the exposed cat tail.
It's Cat Qiqi.
In desperation, he slapped Li Wan, causing Li Wan to deviate from his position and avoid the cult leader's killing spree.
"Cat Qiqi!" Li Wan was suddenly moved, but he didn't know what to say at the moment, so he just called his name.
"Shut up!" Mao Qiqi didn't look back, just stared at the man in the hat and feather coat, "I just can't let you die in front of me!"
The Master smiled, and his face under the bamboo hat also changed, becoming blurry, like a whirlpool of flesh and blood flowing slowly.
The Master slowly spoke: "Xiao Qi, do you think you can save him? Why do you want to save him again? You have been hiding for many years. Now, why don't you hide again?"
"I don't know, maybe it's because I'm tired." Mao Qiqi raised his eyebrows, "Maybe it's because the big stone in my heart has finally fallen to the ground."
"Oh? How do you say this?" The vortex in front of him slowed down.
"I saw my own ending in this young man, and it is also the ending I have been envisioning for the past six hundred years."
"What ending?" The whirlpool almost stopped.
"Dead end. I have actually been dead since I stepped into this place. It's just that I refuse to face this reality."
"Nonsense. Aren't you living well now? Xiaoqi, if I want to kill you, I don't have to wait until today. Today, you will lose a bit of restraint and really send you to a dead end." The whirlpool under the bamboo hat once again appeared Flow quickly.
"Dead end? Where I am, it's a dead end. I guess there are two reasons why I don't have to die. First, I can't get through it, so I can't really know the key to the secret. Second, you know my nature well. , I will not dare to go back, I can only wander here, becoming a lonely soul, a wild ghost, a gatekeeper you really want. You know that I will kill everything and come here. After learning the secret People who want to go back." Mao Qiqi, word for word, can be regarded as a complete account of this past event.
"Xiao Qi, you are indeed one of my smartest disciples. In some aspects, even Xu Hui is far inferior to you. But sometimes, a cultivator cannot be too smart. A clumsy beast can't be too smart. Luck can also avoid the hunter's trap several times, but a beast that is too smart will definitely fall into the trap."
The face in the bamboo hat is back again, and it still looks like the ancient hunter in the painting, a face that is resolute, honest, reliable, and kind.
"Well, since I'm already trapped, I have one last question to ask Master." Mao Qiqi smiled sadly and bowed.
"Tell me. I'll tell you as much as I can," the teacher said with an expressionless face.
"Since we have to keep secrets, shouldn't we just destroy them? But why did we build this mountain, this bridge, this painting, and leave a small door so that others can have a chance to peep and pursue it?"
"What do you think?" the leader asked.
"I think it's for commemoration." Mao Qiqi stated his conjecture firmly.
"That's wrong. But I can't tell you the real reason, because even I can't guarantee whether your soul will reveal the secret." The Hierarch remained expressionless.
"Are you scared?" Mao Qiqi, who didn't get the answer, actually trembled slightly with excitement.
"Huh?" The Hierarch's face, as calm as water, finally showed doubts.
"I ask, are you scared?" Mao Qiqi's words became even more excited.
The Master covered his mouth and laughed loudly: "You and I have been masters and disciples for thousands of years. Do you think I am a person who can be afraid?"
"I didn't think you could do it in the past, but in the past six hundred years, I have carefully thought about everything about the Lord, every action, every word, every smile." Mao Qiqi also smiled, "I I came to the conclusion that you are afraid because you have a dark secret in your heart, and people who have secrets must also be afraid."
"That's enough!" The Master frowned.
"But there is one thing I just discovered, and that is my own fear. In the past, I always thought that I was afraid of being silenced by you because I knew the secret. In fact, that is not the case. What I am afraid of is that I am not afraid of being silenced by you. Before I knew all the secrets, I was silenced by you."
"What I'm really afraid of is not you, but that because of you, I won't be able to know the truth."
"Xiao Qi, you will indeed never know the truth, forever." The Hierarch raised his hand and twisted an Immortal Killing Technique.
"These are all the swordsmanship you taught me, and now it's time to return them to you." Mao Qiqi took the lead in taking the three swords and handed them out at the same time.
