Seeing Zhang Wuliang's figure running straight towards the cave entrance, Bai Wuque drew his sword and followed him.
Wang Xiaotai had no expression on her face. She stood barefoot and with her hands behind her back. A very thin golden light flashed between her pupils. She raised her right hand. The sleeve embroidered with countless butterflies fell naturally, but was caught by a string of gold necklaces. , only half of his white arm was exposed.
Wang Xiaotai raised her arm, opened her palms to Zhang Wuliang's retreating figure, tilted her head slightly, slowly pressed down her palms, and softly uttered the word "Zhen".
A huge golden palm suddenly appeared at the slightly translucent entrance of the cave. The fingers of that palm were bright and graceful, and there was an extremely delicate golden lotus flower on the back of the hand. No matter from which angle you looked at it, it was a beautiful and huge hand. Very ornamental hands.
The whole hand was bigger than the entire hole, and it slowly pressed down with supreme majesty and momentum. With just one look, it blocked all Zhang Wuliang's escape routes.
No room left, benevolent and decisive.
Caught off guard, Zhang Wuliang was like a moth caught in a net, being hit hard by the huge hand and fell to the ground. He rolled on the ground for more than ten times before stopping.
Bai Wuque's sword immediately followed, and with one strike his sword plunged Zhang Wuliang's chest deeply into the ground.
The cool breeze blew by, and Bai Wuque stepped on the hilt of the sword that was pierced in his senior brother's heart, looking down at Zhang Wuliang's still unbelievable eyes.
The past events rushed towards Zhang Wuliang one by one like a tidal wave, pressing down on his throat and causing his chest to explode. His heart felt like it was being twisted and blood dripped down drop by drop. He was so uncomfortable that he could hardly breathe.
He thought of the time when he and his junior brother joined hands to learn swordsmanship, of making tea and discussing Taoism in the warm winter, of the bamboo forests they walked through together on Wuliang Mountain, of climbing high and looking into the distance together, playing chess pieces together, and of brushing chess pieces together. The wind passing by made me think of the cold and hot pot of wine that had not yet been finished. I thought of many things.
But what was in front of him now was Bai Wuque's extremely cold eyes, and the cold sword that pierced his heart.
Why, why, why!
In Zhang Wuliang's desperate and confused eyes, Bai Wuque summoned another sword, which blinded Zhang Wuliang's eyes, and severe pain pierced Zhang Wuliang's entire head.
He grew up on Wuliang Mountain, and he had never felt such heartache or injury before. He opened his mouth subconsciously, as if he wanted to say something, and as if he wanted to let out a scream that would spread out of the cave and shake the world.
Bai Wuque's long beard was flying in the strong wind. His face was expressionless. He raised his sword again and cut Zhang Wuliang's neck with one strike.
The wound was deep enough to see the bone, and a large amount of blood spurted out, staining Zhang Wuliang Daogu Xianfeng's Taoist robe and his snow-white lining.
"Senior brother, you really shouldn't eat so much whitebait."
With his long beard fluttering, Bai Wuque sighed and stepped on Zhang Wuliang's chest, thinking of the countless silver fish that Zhang Wuliang had occupied the entire mountain in order to ascend.
This infinite whitebait was raised with blood by Wang Xiaotui. The endless whitebait and the drops of golden divine blood were eaten by Zhang Wuliang.
Before Zhang Wuliang knew it, Wang Xiaotai had already understood his physical condition better than he did.
Now Zhang Wuliang wants to violate the agreement he made with Wang Xiaotai and secretly hide his sword to ascend.
Wang Xiaomai naturally refused.
Zhang Wuliang was blind and vomiting blood, but he was still holding the Wuliang sword that he kept with him day and night in his hand, as if holding the last straw, he kept waving it wildly at the surroundings.
He wanted to say something, or wanted to curse something, but his neck had been cut, exposing most of the broken flesh, bones, and tracheal muscles. He didn't say anything.
There was deathly silence in the cave.
Bai Wuque and Wang Xiaotai listened to Zhang Wuliang's gasps getting weaker and weaker, listened to the sound of blood spurting that gradually became smaller and slower, and watched Zhang Wuliang's blood spread across the grass, flow into the infinite blue pool, and slowly dye the blue pool. It turns into a red pool, like an emerald dripping with blood.
The skylight at the entrance of the cave fell on Zhang Wuliang's pale face. Zhang Wuliang, the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect, died today and died with his eyes open.
To the moment of his death, he still could not understand why he died.
He didn't even leave a last word before he died.
Turning his fingers, Wang Xiaomo took Zhang Wuliang's dim soul into his palms and looked at the soul that was so dim that it had no color at all. "Sword cultivator practices sword training. This soul is indeed weak. It is not as good as ordinary casual cultivators." , You really deserve to be called the Infinite Sect Master."
After saying that, Wang Xiaotai threw Zhang Wuliang's soul to Bai Wuque like a ball. Bai Wuque carefully protected this extremely fragile soul in the palm of his hand, and touched the dejected and unconscious man with affection. 's soul.
"Ever since you entered Wuliang Sword Sect, I knew that senior brother would not be willing to obey orders. He is obsessed with swordsmanship and extremely conceited. But sometimes he can't even remember clearly what he said or what he did. Knowing that acting based on your heart is actually a rare and great confusion."
Bai Wuque smiled and put the soul into his sleeve.
Wang Xiaotai was alone in Wuliang and visited Wuliang Sword Sect as Empress Fuyao. The person accompanying her at that time was Bai Wuque, the head of Wuliang Sword Sect.
Empress Fuyao promised to inject huge sums of money into the Wuliang Sword Sect and change its fortunes, but she also put forward a rather embarrassing condition.
That is late becoming an immortal.
Under Bai Wuque's recommendation, Wang Xiaomo made an alliance with Zhang Wuliang, who was most likely to fly away from the Wuliang Sword Sect.
From now on, Empress Fuyao will be responsible for 50% of the expenses of Wuliang Sword Sect. Wuliang Sword Sect can use this opportunity to expand indefinitely, recruit better sword cultivators, and also use Fuyao Empress' money to purchase a large number of heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
It costs a lot to train a sword cultivator, let alone tens of thousands of sword cultivators.
The Infinite Sword Sect's finances have always been somewhat stretched, so they still welcome Wang Xiaotai very much.
But in exchange for this, Zhang Wuliang, the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect, will not be able to become an immortal for the time being.
It's not that Wang Xiaotai didn't allow him to become an immortal, but that he became an immortal late.
Zhang Wuliang was not allowed to become an immortal before getting permission from Wang Xiaoti.
Fuyao Empress can help him solve any problems that arise.
If there is a thunder from the sky, Empress Fuyao will help you get through it. If your spiritual power surges, Empress Fuyao will help you collect it.
If you are short of money, Empress Fuyao will give it to you. If you are in danger, Empress Fuyao will help you solve it.
As long as you become an immortal late, everything is easy to discuss.
Wang Xiaotai asked: "How are you going to explain this?"
Bai Wuque took out a dozen talismans in his hand. It seemed that he had thought about it a long time ago, "Senior brother, he has a great Taoist heart and perfect cultivation. Today, he fought with Ciyun and gained a deep understanding. He finally overcame the disaster. However, God did not bless him. After passing through the catastrophe and died, the ashes were destroyed, and no bones were left. The Wuliang Sword Sect would mourn his senior brother for three years as a sign of mourning.
We, our generation, will take our senior brother as our example, inherit his legacy, and follow closely behind him to fight against humans, against heaven, and against infinity. "
Wang Xiaotai raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at Bai Wuque with a rare smile, "For a swordsman like him, what's the use of becoming an immortal through the sky?
"I'm afraid that when he reaches heaven, he will just find another cave and practice swordsmanship alone. After becoming an immortal, he will be aloof and turn a deaf ear to the suffering in the world. If a mortal becomes a god, his current mentality is no longer that of a mortal."
What Wang Xiaotai hates the most is those lofty immortals.
Wang Xiaotai walked towards Wang Fuyao, who was still unconscious on the ground. Her voice was cold and her attitude was contemptuous. She stepped step by step on the blood-soaked grass, but it was spotless. She had already put on a pair of white plain cloth shoes as she walked.
"Master Bai, no, I should call you Bai Wuliang now, Sect Master Bai, right? The contract between us continues, I can give you Wuliang Sword Sect any support, and my condition is still - late to become an immortal. "
The Wuliang Sword Sect has a rule that if the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect dies, the head of the Wuliang Sword Sect will automatically take the place of the leader of the Wuliang Sword Sect. The two will lead the entire Wuliang Sword Sect and the world of swordsmanship.
When Wang Xiaotai went up the mountain for the first time, Zhang Wuliang was standing high above, while Bai Wuque lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves.
She was clearly talking to the supreme leader of Wuliang Sword Sect to make a request, but Zhang Wuliang just passed the matter off to Bai Wuque, and he nonchalantly played with the gift Wang Xiaotai gave him, with a nonchalant look on his face.
He has always been like this and doesn't care about people who don't know how to sword.
With just one glance, Wang Xiaotai knew that Bai Wuque was submissive on the surface, but actually very ambitious.
There is no way this person would be willing to live under others for a long time.
Brothers killing each other is interesting.
"You must remember that I am not stopping you from becoming immortals, I just want you to wait and wait. You are luckier than Zhang Wuliang. Now, it won't be long before you can ascend.
“In three years at most, the opportunity to ascend will arrive.
"Sect Leader Bai, don't make the same mistake again."
Wang Xiaotai bent down, picked up Wang Fuyao, and walked away in the distance.
Behind her, Bai Wuque, the leader of Wuliang Sword Sect, no, it should be said that Bai Wuque, the leader of the sect, turned his right hand inwards and placed it on his heart. He leaned slightly to salute and bid farewell to Empress Fuyao. "All mortals must die."
After Wang Xiaotai left, the dark purple Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder came with a bang, and the huge thunderstorm struck Wuliang Mountain fiercely. Along with the earth-shattering thunder, more than a dozen thick silver snakes spit out lightning and tongues of fire, colliding and intersecting with each other. Wrapping around, it pounced on Wuliang Mountain with great force, tearing the entire sky apart.
The heaven and earth shook, the ground shook and the mountains shook. The sword immortals all appeared, and the world was amazed. It seemed that the Wuliang Sword Sect had another Taoist friend who had overcome the tribulation and wanted to ascend.
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