"Ding ding ding", the five-color divine light sickle pecked at the stone wall, making a crisp sound. Wei Shiqi felt like a miner in a novice village, testing every corner, looking for the legendary weak point that wandered around. [burn^wen^bookstore]
There are no weak points in the stone chamber. The overlapping restrictions penetrate deep into the stone and cover every corner. Moreover, he does not have so much time. The vitality of heaven and earth flooded past his ankles and continued to rise. When he calmed down, he heard an auditory hallucination. He heard a "creak" sound, which was the gear of fate turning, haha...
Every critical moment, he would have random thoughts. This was not the first time.
Is that the end? I escaped the first grade of junior high school, but I can’t escape the fifteenth grade?
In a hurry, Wei Shiqi put his hand into the rotten silver ring and touched everything: jade slip, useless, drowning dagger, wrong gold and jade ball, useless, red jade gourd, useless, black eyes The water-proof ring is useless, useless, useless, useless, none of it is useful.
Is it really the end of the road and all we can do is sit back and wait for death?
His eyes fell on the back of his left hand. The gray mark looked like a crescent moon or a scar. He suddenly went crazy and took out pieces of the flesh and blood of the heavenly demon from the Penglai bag. Without even looking at it, he stuffed it into his mouth. Swallow it into your belly.
One piece after another, the heat is like a volcanic eruption, and the essence liquid hangs in the orifice, teetering on the edge of collapse.
Wei Shiqi devoured his flesh and blood as if he was desperate. The Yuan Liquid swelled larger and larger, and finally broke out into streams, and the streams grew into rivers. The rivers gathered into ocean tides, rushing left and right, surging, but unable to find an outlet for venting. His body bulged, his arms and legs became thicker, and his hair stood on end. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to the distant past, practicing the Roaring Moon Skill tirelessly in Laoya Ridge.
That was the first step in turning his fortune around. Many years later, he stood at the fork of fate again, with heaven on his left and hell on his right.
The vitality of heaven and earth flooded his chest, the true energy poured into the demon pill crazily, and a ball of fire ignited in his belly. Wei ** shouted: "Ruyizi, don't mislead me!" He opened his mouth and spit out the demon pill.
The demon pill was blue-black in color and was about the size of a chicken egg. As soon as it was separated from the lips, it fell into the stone wall. Before the talisman lit up and the ban was activated, a huge snake suddenly appeared. Its mouth, eyes, tongue and scales seemed to be etched into the stone. With a slight twist of his body, the stone wall trembled violently, split into pieces, and turned into soft gravel, peeling off piece by piece.
Although the stone wall is broken, the restriction is still there, white lights flicker unsteadily, and the vitality of the weather cannot be released. It slowly rises and floods the throat.
Wei Shiqi laughed ferociously, stretched out his left arm, grabbed the demon pill into his palm, and took it back fiercely. Before the talisman could be connected and restored, the Hidden Snow Sword popped out from his right arm. Most of the sword blade was submerged in the flesh and bones, revealing the faint blue color. A sharp blade drew a huge zigzag, slashing the talisman to the end and breaking it apart.
This sword criticized the strong and attacked the weak, directly hitting the vital point. The restrictions gradually dimmed, the stone wall collapsed, and the vitality of the world collapsed. Wisps of skylight came in and shone on Wei Shiqi's face, as warm as a lover's hand.
Its daybreak.
Wei Shiqi raised the Hidden Snow Sword, fit it and rushed out. His eyes were bright, and thousands of golden arrows were shot out from the rising sun, illuminating the sky, earth, mountains, rivers, and everything in the world, bathed in the warm sunshine.
A flash of blue sword light flew out from the eighth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower and shot straight into the sky.
Standing on the Qingming Pavilion during the Qingming Festival, looking at each other from a distance, I coughed for a long time before I regained my composure. High in the sky in the far north, the power of time washed away the Qingming Sword. Every minute and every second, he was aging. He took Wei Shiqi into the sword domain, threw him into the stone chamber, and activated the Demon Suppressing Tower to peel off his soul. It's the limit of what he can do.
The sword light turned again and again, then turned around and rushed towards Qingming Pavilion. Qingming smiled bitterly, knowing that he had noticed him.
Wei Shiqi did not leave. Even in the most critical moment, he remained awake. Taoist Ziyang cannot protect himself, and Qingming is at the end of his strength. If he escapes from Liushi Peak in full view of everyone, he will abandon himself in Kunlun and never come back. A great change in the world is imminent, and he has no choice but to escape alone. Kunlun is his only support.
It was the lesser of two evils. He bet that Taoist Ziyang would not take him away from him, so he had to take advantage of him. He had no other choice.
From a distance of several hundred feet, Yu Jian arrived in an instant. Wei Shiqi lowered his flying sword and landed on Qingming Pavilion. He looked up at Qingming's old face and said, "You are already old and can't survive anymore."
Qingming raised her trembling finger and pointed at him. Seeing that he showed no fear, she laughed softly, "You are so brave, you actually dare to come back!"
Wei Shiqi said: "Kunlun failed me, but I don't fail Kunlun. Why can't I come back?"
Qingming's face changed slightly, his eyebrows were in a trance, and Taoist Ziyang's shadow overlapped on his face, shaking unsteadily. He stared at it for a long time and suddenly said: "Kunlun will not let you down, I will let you down."
Wei Shiqi knew in his heart that it was Taoist Ziyang who spoke to him through Qingming's mouth, so he bowed slightly and said, "The master is very kind, but the disciples don't dare."
These eight words are ambiguous and contain countless meanings. Taoist Ziyang sighed and said: "Pluck out a hair and benefit the world without doing it... Benefit the world. If you are willing, you will throw your head and blood without hesitation. If you are not willing, even if you take a hair, you can't take it." . On Flowing Stone Peak, you were the first to speak out. Others think that Taiyi Sect steals the vitality of heaven and earth without knowing anything in return, and is mean and selfish, but they don’t think that the key to this sentence is to impose the righteousness of benefiting the world on others, even if it takes one It’s too hairy.”
"The leader doesn't stick to trivial matters, he doesn't care about his own life, and he can decide the world with one sword. It's both admirable and deplorable."
"It's respectable, it's deplorable, but you won't do this, right? That day in the far north, a gap opened, and the power of time poured into this world. Pan Chengnian risked his life to block it, and I was able to strike with the sword. To make up for the catastrophe. It was just an external incarnation. If Pan Chengnian came here in his true form, he would never die generously. You and him are the same type of people..."
Wei Shiqi lowered his head and said: "Yes"
"From now on, the Kunlun sect will be handed over to Pu Tianwei... Hehe, time passes by, and the seasons flow..."
"Disciple lives up to the master's high expectations."
"Stop being pretentious, this is not your temperament. Once you do it, why not do it again? That's it, that's it, that's it..." Taoist Ziyang said "that's it" three times in a row and retreated into Qingming's body.
Qingming trembled, feeling sad, and cried out: "Master..."
"No need to say more, just send me to the Demon Suppression Tower!"
"Yes..." Qingming glanced at Wei Shiqi, flicked his sleeves, and turned around to leave.
Wei Shiqi looked at his old age, holding on to the railing, all the way down to Qingming Pavilion, walking on the plank road, out of Wuya Temple, climbing the mountain, and staggering towards the Demon Suppression Tower. With this passing, an era is over.
From the bloody night in Kunlun when he showed his prominence, slaughtered the Wu Guo and Kunpeng sects, fought through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and controlled Kunlun for nearly a hundred years, no one dared to change his mind, and finally went to the far north to block the passage of time with a sword. Power, the lamp dried up and the oil ran out, and the soul returned to the Demon Suppression Tower.
He could have chosen another body, an ordinary body, to extend his life for a hundred years, but how could such a proud person be willing to live under others? He would rather enter the Demon Town Tower, hang out with Ruan Qing and Yue Shuo, and spend a long and immortal time than live under others, be looked down upon and become a laughing stock.
Wei Shiqi could understand his thoughts, even though he was in a different place, he would not do this.
Standing on the Qingming Pavilion, the hot wind blows against my face, the sky and the earth are green, and midsummer has quietly arrived. Wei Shiqi slowly sat down on the ground, put his hand on his chest, and coughed twice, then twice, and again. The more he coughed, the worse he coughed. Blood spurted out from his mouth, and his hands and feet twitched, unable to get up.
He swallowed the flesh and blood of the heavenly demon alive and activated the demon elixir to make a fatal blow, which damaged his roots. Even the Vajra Dharma Body could not be maintained. Now he is as fragile as a baby.
Wei Shiqi vomited blood and laughed "hehe". He finally won the bet.
After coughing and vomiting for a while, Wei Shiqi breathed heavily, took out a piece of raw meat from the Penglai bag, stuffed it into his mouth tremblingly, chewed hard, straightened his neck and swallowed it.
He lay down in Qingming Pavilion for six days and seven nights. Only then did he regain some strength. He staggered back to the quiet room and fell on the bed.
This sleep, the sky is dark and the earth is dark, I don't know how things change, the stars move, and the years pass by.
The true essence repaired the injuries bit by bit, the demon elixir recovered from fatigue, and the blood of Ba Snake nourished the legal body. He was broken and then stood up, defeated and then succeeded, and he was put to death and then resurrected. He became stronger than ever before.
When I woke up, it was already three years later.
He heard someone singing softly in his ear: "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass reaches the sky. The evening wind blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountains. At the end of the sky, in the corner of the earth, only a few close friends are scattered..." Then, He opened his eyes.
Qin Zhen sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with such gentle eyes.
"Hi, how are you?" Wei Shiqi smiled and greeted her.
Qin Zhen blinked, suddenly feeling sad, and tears fell down on his face. She was choked with sobs and could not speak. She hurriedly wiped his tears, not wanting to wipe his face into a big mess.
"Hi, we meet again." Wei Shiqi reached out and touched her face, his rough fingertips sliding across the tender skin, "I miss you..."
Qin Zhen wanted to laugh, but burst into tears.
Wei Shiqi opened his arms and took her into his arms, smelling the fragrance of her body, feeling peaceful and happy in his heart, with no desires or desires.
"Is everything okay?" After a long time, he asked softly in her ear. His hair got into her nostrils and it was a little itchy. He couldn't help but bite her earlobe and licked it by accident.
Qin Zhen shouted "Yeah", her face turned red, but her mood gradually became brighter.
"We are all fine..." she whispered, "I am fine and so is Yu Yao. We have been waiting for you."
Wei Shiqi touched her waist and asked casually: "Are you guys arguing?"
"No, never noisy."
"Cold War?"
"also not."
"Who's overpowering who now?"
"It seems...I'm more powerful..." Qin Zhen panted slightly, her eyes blurred, and she let herself get lost in lust.
The door was carefully pushed open and closed again. Yu Yao leaned against the door frame, closed her eyes and calmed herself down. She hugged her upper arms with both hands and quietly walked down the plank road and stepped into the soup boiling room. She quietly lit a fire, boiled water, made tea, opened apricots, peeled out the kernels, put them in her mouth, chewed them, and tasted the faint bitter taste.
A lamp like a bean illuminated her face, and the dim yellow light pulsed slightly. She took a sip of hot tea and pondered her thoughts.
In the past three years, her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and she has broken through the sword energy barrier early. The dragon, elephant, demon, and fire are as easy as her arms, but Qin Zhen always overpowers her without giving her any chance.
She is so sensitive in her heart and has such a proud temperament, but she has to share the same man with her love rival, but she has no complaints or regrets.
