Chapter 115 Fate

Before Qiuyin returned to Xianrenhua, she asked Nan Henyu "Can you tell me?" Nan Henyu said, "If you must know, I will tell you when everything is over." Qiuyin persisted for a while, but was still defeatedCome on, when she was about to leave, Nan Henyu held her hand.

"You want to know now." Nan Henyu said affirmatively.

"Yes," Qiu Yin admitted, looking at her steadily, and finally said what she was thinking, "I have a hunch...that will be a catastrophe for me, we are the same, Master."

Deep in our own blood and tears, but still attached to each other's pain.

Nan Henyu fell into silence, a little awkward, and pretended to be understated: "Not necessarily, it may be your previous life..."

"Maybe, but I think it's you." Qiu Yincai really understates, she smiled, "Who else can be my heartbreaker but you?"

She comforted her in turn, and said softly: "It's okay, when it's over..."

"I used the forbidden technique of the southern border." Nan Henyu said suddenly, her eyes were heavy, but she was not dead, like the tide of the dark night, silent and far away, "Reverse time, revive the dead - the world says you are a rebellious person, it may have been accepted by me."

Once the conversation started, everything went smoothly. Nan Henyu's posture was very calm, as if deliberately picked out from the past, and narrated coldly as a bystander.

In order not to get caught up in it and miss the business, she omitted some details, and gave a general account of what she did after the death of Qiu Yin in her previous life.

Qiuyin has been holding Nan Henyu's hand tightly all the time. In the constant palpitations, she also learned from Nan Henyu and picked herself as a bystander, so as not to lose her composure and pierce Tingfengcheng's anti-text.

She didn't know how her master spent those desperate and endless years alone, living with his heart dying, and just like her, his body and soul were "separated". She felt hopeless just thinking about it.At the bottom of the cave of ten thousand demons, there is no hope of "same end by different routes".

Their hearts are so close, but one died alone in the wasteland that no one could reach, and the other lived alone in the world where people come and go. Heaven and earth separated them, and life and death became a gap.

Qiuyin used more endurance than suppressing the pain of being devoured by thousands of demons, so she didn't show the ferocity of "standing and talking without backache".Looking at the reversed time, I kissed the lonely snow and comforted her panicked and dead soul.

But even though Qiu Yin was mentally prepared in advance, and really saw those scars in her heart, she still couldn't hold back the resentment in her heart and the sadness that she wished to replace.

How painful will those scars be?she kept thinking.

But now, in the hateful Kongyu Sword Intent, they were able to exchange bodies, and truly experienced each other's pain—thousands of swords pierced their hearts and covered their bodies with sword marks.

They are two incomplete hoods, combined to form a closed and complacent circle, isolating the world that is too sharp.

But it is such an inseparable two people, but heaven and earth do not allow it.

So when Nan Henyu asked herself for the last time, she heard the answer from the minute repeating bell, which was a sentence that was so familiar to her that it was bone-chilling.

——"Love is a demon, you can't get rid of it, cut off your obsessions, and go straight to Qingyun Road."

That was the advice given by the Bodhisattva when she was not a sword fairy, but now the minute repeater repeats it mercilessly, as if trying to drag her into hopelessness again.

It sounds nice, isn't it just saying that as long as Qiu Yin dies, she can transform into a god?

Adding up her two lifetimes, she has experienced so much day and night, thinking that the wind and rain have passed, but she still couldn't help asking resentfully, why?

Why?

"Master!!"

The three questions have already ended, but her master has not moved for a long time. Qiu Yin called her back to her senses, only to see her own body turned to the side, and the momentary look of helplessness and resentment made Qiu Yin tremble.What did the three-question bell answer? It was the "plot" written on the paper like a child's play, and it was the "destiny" carved into her body and soul one by one.

After ten thousand swords pierced the heart, it was death.

The Kongyu Sword Spirit obviously understood, and laughed loudly: "The fate of the heavens really has a different response! Qiu Yin, everything you have gained to be proud of the world, and the whole meaning of your life, are all to do for your little junior sister."Wedding dress, let me guess what the minute repeater will say—please go to hell? Hahahaha!"

The minute repeating clock answered indifferently, filing a small crack in the circle where the soul and soul were connected, and Kong Yujian, who had been lurking and waiting for the opportunity, took advantage of the gap, and opened the gap with one sword, splitting into two, and the souls of the twoReturn instantly.

Nan Henyu suddenly returned to her body, staggered and fell to the ground. She seemed to have lost all strength, including the strength to live. She stretched out her hand to the broken red dress in the distance like the unreachable stars, and tried to open her mouth.She wanted to call Qiu Yin's name, but she couldn't make any sound, as if she had been deprived of the right to call her name.

The Kongyu sword spirit didn't care about Nan Henyu's spirit, she clamped Qiuyin's spirit in the air, and the Kongyu sword passed through softly without any doubt.

Qiuyin's soul can still gather a little bit in Nan Henyu's intact body. Once she leaves, the wound pierced by Wan Jian's heart will be fully revealed under Kong Yujian's mending knife., falling apart.

The soul was scattered into thousands of pieces, blown away by the endless mourning wind of Tingfeng City, and swayed all over the city. The wizard who ruled the sky for a lifetime, the devil lord who was full of evil for a generation, when the soul flew away, it was like dust that could not be grasped, without a sound, insignificant.

And Nan Henyu is like a thousand-year-old frozen ice sculpture, which is hilariously and pitifully frozen on the ruthless loess, looking at those untouchable annihilations.

She died again.

Biansheng Tiandao and Kongyu Sword Spirit have the same dog virtues, and the yin and yang opened her purple mansion strangely. In the quiet demon realm of the group of demons, the spiritual energy from the heaven and the earth continuously gathered towards her to help her become a god.

She saw the light of the heavenly realm.

There was also the Kongyu Sword Spirit who was about to transform into a god. She couldn't hide her pride anymore, she laughed hypocritically and couldn't help herself, bathed in the divine light that only the two of them could see, feeling that her whole body was full of the vastness of the world and the vitality of all things.

"Whether you live or die, I'm very happy to see it. There are different pleasures." Kongyu Sword Spirit said to Nan Henyu gently, "Anyway, Qiu Yin is going to die. What difference does it make if you die or not?"

Nan Henyu didn't hear her bloody sarcasm, and stared blankly at the so-called "Qingyun Road", which was gray.

They are still in the process of transforming gods, and the city of Tingfeng is still surrounded by anti-wen, avoiding the eyes of the sky, causing Qiu Yin's scattered souls to wander aimlessly in the city, unable to disperse into the world.

Just in case, Kongyu Sword Spirit touched an anti-text, and with a move of aura, he was ready to uproot and throw this demon realm back under the eyes of the sky.

As a result, Fanwen suddenly moved, like a rope, someone tightened it tightly from the end, blocking her movement.

Kongyu Sword Spirit narrowed his eyes.

In the distance, listening to the wind underground, in that secret tunnel, Lian Yi sat in front of the battle formation, and behind him were full of wind knights.beginning of the text.

The other end of the chain suddenly pulled through the aura fluctuations, almost pulling Lianyi directly into Tingfeng City. She used all her strength to hold on to the stone slab tightly, resisting the arrogance of the Nascent Soul peak like a cart.

Even for a moment, just hold on to it for a moment, Aqiu and Miss Ayu don't know if it will be successful, she still can't let go-she can learn the anti-text in a month, is it possible to stop Yuanying's peak moment?

The tearing pain spread all over the body along the arms, Lianyi gritted her teeth, and her consciousness became chaotic. She recalled over and over again that night full of blood and rain in the city and her hasty escape. The immortal hatred turned into her hands.The rope twisted became her only hope of not sinking into the deep sea.

But the cultivation base is really too bad, even if everyone in Fengdao is added together, they can't resist for long. Under the impatient and ruthless tugging of Kongyu Sword Spirit at the other end, Lian Yi fell into the Xisha Secret Realm, and Feng QiEven falling into it and being dragged away by the chain in reverse, the masters of the first black market were completely unable to resist.

Her back was so hot that she couldn't feel any more pain soon. The wind and sand rolled over Lianyi's face, like Gucheng's revenge on her trash, she was dragged away numbly, her eyes full of hatred and unwillingness.

Just when she was about to pass out, the tugging stopped suddenly.

Lian Yi reacted dully, quickly got up, and felt along the chain - the chain was pulled at the other end!

Just now, the southern border, the bottom of the Ten Thousand Devils Cave.

Immortal immortals were pouring out everywhere, and the young boy sat on the rock with a sleepy look, propping his head in boredom: "I thought you ran away with your tail between your legs, do you dare to come back?"

Yan Liangcai stepped on Chang Hai who was lying on the ground without noticing, took off his mask, revealed his little white face, and said straight to the point: "You are the anchor."

Jing Zhu narrowed his eyes, and gave an inexplicable smile. The coercion of the Nascent Soul middle stage crushed Yan Liangcai's bones for a moment, and creaked: "It seems that you don't want to climb up to the Ten Thousand Devils' Cave alive."

"Don't worry, I won't die here," Yan Liangcai said casually, as if he had repeated it a thousand times in his heart, engraved into his soul, "If I want to die, there will only be one place - you use your body as an anchorThe place it's attached to."

The demonic energy unceremoniously slashed at the top of Yan Liangcai's head, as if trying to cut off his celestial cap, Yan Liangcai said flatly: "To be able to circle Fengcheng, it should be because of engraving the anti-text, Lu Wansi will attack the anti-text sooner or later, Qiu Yin andNan Henyu is in the city, the battle of life and death requires a battle of wits and courage, it may not be possible to take care of both, protecting Tingfeng City from the outside is the best way."

The magic blade stopped in front of Yan Liangcai's nose, blowing his hair, leaving a bloodstain across his fair face, Jing Zhu tilted his head: "Need I remind you, you just abolished your cultivation, Jindan, ChengThe three monsters here are the only ones who are at the peak of Nascent Soul, why, I can’t bear to come to the picture for stimulation, and it’s over once and for all?”

"Because I am one of the only people who survived Tingfeng City, there is an inseparable cause and effect, and the other one may be in a rally with the Nascent Soul Peak right now."

There is no frivolity and calculation in Yan Liangcai's eyes, reflecting the same blood river as Lian Yi, "One part of karma is just a rope that can't hang down, and two parts of karma are the locks that can trap Tingfeng City."

When he mentioned "another cause and effect", he couldn't hide his disgust, but he didn't deny that he and Lian Yi were indeed wanderers of the same root, and they hated each other, but only the other party could understand each other's descendants.

Jing Zhu didn't speak, as if evaluating the truth of what he said.

After a moment of silence, Yan Liang rubbed his hair as if he had just been defeated: "Okay, ok, lord protector, the devil asked me to get you Shen Zhuolan's relic, shall I use this to bribe your head office?"

As expected, Jing Zhu's eyes moved: "Where is it?"

Yan Liangcai smiled meanly: "—I was in Tingfengcheng, and just now I followed Lu Wansi to summon Wanjian. If Tingfengcheng is gone, do you think you can still get it?"

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