Sangsang's right hand was in the cold night wind.
A ray of light appeared on her index finger. The light suddenly became round and turned into a weak flame. The color of the flame was unusually white, without any impurities. It gave off a sense of holiness.
Immediately after, her thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger also produced this kind of holy flame at the same time, illuminating her slightly black little hand to make it abnormally white.
These holy flames were Haotian's Divine Light.
The Haotian's Divine Light between her fingers was blown by the night wind.
More holy flames seeped out from the gaps of her new clothes, from her dark little face, and from the ends of her yellowish hair, covering her thin body. The big black umbrella in her left hand seemed to have sensed something. It slowly closed without any wind and silently leaned against her leg.
The cliff of Yanming Lake shone brightly.
Sangsang shone brightly.
It seemed that endless Haotian's Divine Light gushed out from her thin body. In an instant, it illuminated the snow-covered cliff in front of her, the messy snow lake under the cliff, the broken wells and dilapidated walls on the other side of the lake, the snow bridge and reeds on the west bank, the winter woods and snow monks on the east bank, and the entire Chang 'an City.
The holy and blazing light shot from the Yanming Lake to the sky and spread to every corner of Chang 'an City. The deep night seemed to usher in a solemn sunrise, which was as bright as day.
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On the cliff of Yanming Lake.
The Haotian's Divine Light around Sangsang's body seemed to have no temperature, because her hair was not curled and her clothes were not burnt. However, the burning flames seemed to be really burning.
The bloodstains on her clothes were burned away without a trace. The mud and dirty snow on her shoes also turned into smoke and dissipated. All the filth was purified, and she became more transparent than clean.
She was as transparent as herself.
One day in the fourteenth year of the Tianqi era, the old man who escaped from the West-Hill Divine Palace came to Chang 'an. He bought a bowl of hot and sour noodle slice soup and spilled half of it, dirtying his cotton-padded jacket. He saw a dark and thin girl in the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street and was unwilling to leave again.
The old man looked at her and followed her. He told her that the path of destiny was bright, and taught her everything he had learned in his life without holding anything back. He said with great emotion, "I have never seen an existence more transparent than you."
Therefore, Sangsang was transparent.
Therefore, the Haotian Divine Flame that was emitted from her body was not damaged or refracted. It was as pure and holy as the original Divine Flame.
Some people in the West-Hill Divine Palace who were dedicated to Taoism had also mastered Sangsang's Divine Skill. For example, Ye Hongyu, the Tao Addict, was good at it. However, no one in Haotian Taoism could produce purer Sangsang's Divine Flame than Sangsang.
Because she was a descendant of light.
She was the daughter of light.
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Under the white light, the reeds by the bridge on the west bank seemed to have become beautiful objects carved from white jade.
Ye Hongyu held the railing tightly and looked at the dazzling light on the lake in the distance. She was shocked speechless. She knew that Sangsang knew Divine Skills, and she had discussed it with the little handmaiden. However, she never knew that Sangsang's Divine Skills were so strong.
It should have been late at night, and they could not borrow the light of Haotian. She could not understand how Sangsang could release so much light. Although she knew that she was the only descendant of the Divine Priest of Light in the world, and the person whom the West-Hill Divine Palace wanted to invite back to Peach Mountain, she still could not understand.
No one could understand the light by the Yanming Lake, including Ye Su, who was standing on the city wall. However, he did not try to understand the scene in front of him like his sister.
Looking at the Divine Flame that illuminated the night sky and feeling the aura there, the face of the descendant of Zhishou Abbey was full of piety, longing, shock, and confusion. He murmured, "What a pure light."
Eldest Brother, who was standing beside Ye Su, also looked in the direction of Yanming Lake. He did not change his expression, nor did he smile. Instead, he looked very serious. No one knew what he was worried about.
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Under the snow bridge outside the military camp, the soldiers of the Yulin Royal Guards and the cultivators of the Imperial Center Administration looked in the direction of Yanming Lake in shock. The light shone on their faces clearly.
Xu Shi looked up at the beautiful light reflected by the dark clouds in the night sky. His movements seemed particularly heavy, and his wrinkled face was full of questions.
Second Brother, who was sitting cross-legged on the snow bridge, had his head lowered most of the time from day to night. At this time, he finally raised his head and looked at the light of Yanming Lake. He showed a rare sincere smile.
Then he looked at Xu Shi and said, "This is a miracle."
Although this was not a miracle created by the Academy, a miracle was a miracle. After Master Yan Se and the Great Divine Priest of Light died together, Second Brother climbed the Nameless Mountain and saw the little handmaiden holding the ashes of the ashes. He felt pity for her and somehow felt that a miracle would happen to the little handmaiden in the future.
For this, he did not hesitate to argue with Eldest Brother, whom he respected the most.
Tonight, he finally saw a miracle happen to Sangsang, so he began to smile.
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In the winter forest on the east bank of Yanming Lake, Qi Nian's body was covered with thousands of snowflakes like cicada wings. He looked like a statue of Buddha carved from ice and snow. No matter how fierce the battle on the snow lake was, the Wayfarer of Buddhism Sect remained silent. He put his palms together to guard his heart against the person behind the sound of cicadas and waited for the result calmly.
When Haotian's Divine Light appeared on the cliff, he suddenly opened his eyes. Thin snowflakes fell from his eyes. There were many complicated emotions in his gentle but firm eyes.
Those emotions were compassionate, peaceful, struggling, and finally, they turned into admiration.
The faint sound of cicadas in the winter forest also changed at this time. The rhythm of the cicadas strangely showed indifference and disgust, but the tone seemed to be satisfied.
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In the pavilion outside the snow hall of the imperial palace.
Li Qingshan, the Nation Master of Tang, looked at the light that suddenly lit up the night sky in the south. His right hand that was stroking his beard suddenly trembled and pulled out several long strands of beard.
Master Huang Yang, who was standing beside the snow bell, looked in the direction of Yanming Lake. He opened his mouth slightly and his sigh turned into a compassionate Buddhist chant. His palm seemed to unconsciously pat the surface of the bell.
The thin snowflakes on the ancient bell cracked inch by inch and slid down the surface of the bell to the ground.
The melodious and solemn bell sound spread far away in the daytime night.
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The world in Sangsang's eyes was white at this time.
Pure and flawless white.
That was the color of light.
Her eyes did not stay on the world of pure Divine Light. Instead, she silently looked at the back of the figure on the snow lake and felt the message transmitted by the Psyche Power.
The Psyche Power was desperately summoning. It seemed so greedy and hungry, even with a hint of panic. It was like a devil that wanted to devour her flesh and blood.
Sangsang clearly felt this meaning, but she did not panic. In the burning Haotian Divine Light, she calmly opened her spiritual world and opened it to Ning Que, who was on the other side of the Psyche Power.
Some consciousness had long become Sangsang's instinct. Her spirit, her flesh and blood, her Divine Light, her life, her everything belonged to her and Ning Que. She could share it with him without hesitation or offer it to him. In this case, why should she be afraid? Why should she panic?
She was Ning Que's natal, and Ning Que was also her natal. Then she would give him as much as he wanted, even if it was all she had. Whatever he wanted, she would give him, even if it was life.
If the relationship between a cultivator and his natal was intimate, then Ning Que and Sangsang were the best in the world. They were not high mountains and flowing rivers, but pots and pans. Their joy, anger, sorrow, and joy were interlinked. They did not need to try to understand each other. They were born to understand each other.
If the relationship between a cultivator and his natal was intimate, then Ning Que and Sangsang were the two closest people in the world. They ate and slept together since they were young. They slept together in the hot summer and shared a coat to keep warm in the cold winter. When they raised their eyebrows, Ning Que knew that you were writing with a branch. When they smiled, Ning Que knew that you were cutting your hand while washing dishes.
If fate really existed, then 15 years ago, Haotian let them meet in the starving Hebei County, and then they began to live and die together. They had lived and died together, and they would live and die together forever. This was fate.
It seemed that everything had been predestined.
There seemed to be a common way in the unseen world.
At this time, the Haotian Divine Light that Sangsang burned with her life was going to pass to that person through the unseen channel.
The aura between heaven and earth suddenly became quiet.
In the light, Sangsang's face was pale. She frowned and seemed to be in great pain, but there was a smile on her face.
The Haotian Divine Light that was burning on her suddenly condensed into a beam and shot down the cliff. It formed a light bridge, connecting Yanming Mountain and Yanming Lake.
Endless Haotian Divine Light passed through the light bridge and passed through the cold wind on the snow lake. It continuously entered Ning Que's body and made the podao that he was holding shine brightly!
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The Haotian Divine Light that hit his face made Xia Hou's pupils suddenly shrink. However, in a very short period of time, his eyes gradually turned yellow and showed a shocked and frightened expression.
He felt that this was not the Haotian Divine Light that was simulated by the Great Spirit, but the real Haotian Divine Light. It was the kind of power that he was most afraid of. Although he had long betrayed the Devil's Doctrine and turned to Haotian Taoism, he was still afraid.
Countless Haotian Divine Light spat out from the podao and shrouded Xia Hou's body. These flames that were supposed to be solemn and compassionate seemed so cruel at this moment, mercilessly burning his body and spirit.
These flames of Divine Light were equivalent to Ning Que's own Divine Light at this moment, so he was not affected at all. His podao suddenly became sharp and with dazzling flames, he chopped forward!
This was the most familiar and simplest podao that he was most familiar with. There were no fancy moves and it only chopped from top to bottom, but it was also his most powerful one. At the Shubi Lake, he had chopped off the heads of countless Horse Gang members. At the side gate of the Academy, he had chopped Liu Yiqing into a piece of trash.
The iron spear in Xia Hou's hand could no longer withstand the power of the Great Spirit on the podao and the burning and purification of Haotian Divine Light. With a crisp sound, it was broken into two!
The edge of the blade continued to move downwards.
Xia Hou's roar was like thunder exploding on the snow lake. His pair of iron hands struck forward with the momentum of a bridge and forcibly clamped Ning Que's podao between his fists!
The huge impact of Xia Hou's fists passed along the podao to the hilt and then to Ning Que's body. But Ning Que seemed to not feel it at all. He lowered his head and pursed his lips, and continued to press down without a word!
The blade that was spitting Haotian Divine Light burned Xia Hou's fists. It moved down slowly and unstoppably, getting closer and closer to his thin and pale face.
In the face of impending death, Xia Hou let out a crazy howl and made a last effort to lift his badly injured foot and kick at Ning Que's waist and abdomen!
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Even if Xia Hou kicked Ning Que, he could no longer block Ning Que's podao and the Haotian Divine Light on it. But he still did it, because he wanted Ning Que to die with him.
However, he could not even die with Ning Que.
At the moment when the tip of his foot kicked Xia Hou's waist, an aura passed along his leg to Xia Hou's body and entered his sense of perception. Finally, it turned into an extremely thick smell of blood in his mouth and nose.
Xia Hou was very familiar with the aura, because he had felt it before.
He was also very unfamiliar with the aura, because he had not felt it for many years.
That aura that had transformed into a thick stench of blood was so cold, yet so vast, as if it was standing in the distant sky and looking down at him from above.
Then Xia Hou heard the sound of cicadas.
The cicadas that he heard in the palace during the day, he thought it was an auditory hallucination.
The cicadas that he heard when he stepped into the Yanming Lake at dusk seemed both real and illusory.
At this time, before he died, he heard the cicadas again, and this time he was sure it was real.
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Ning Que was kicked away and fell heavily on the snow. He struggled to prop up his body and wanted to get up to give Xia Hou another stab. But no matter how hard he struggled, it was futile. He could only sit in the snow, panting.
There was a cut on Xia Hou's body. The cut was very straight, starting from his forehead and extending downwards, cutting open his nose, lips, chest, and abdomen.
Blood oozed out from the cut. Tonight's battle was too fierce, and he had lost too much blood. At this time, the remaining blood in his body could only ooze out, making him look even more miserable.
Xia Hou did not fall down. He looked down at the deep wound on his chest. This cut might not have been fatal to him when he was at his peak, but it was not something he could bear at this time.
For some reason, the Haotian Divine Light around him did not extinguish, but continued to burn. The cold lake water seemed to have turned into lamp oil, and the snow seemed to have turned into coal. The entire Yanming Lake seemed to be burning, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated everything on the lake clearly.
Under the illumination of the Divine Light, Xia Hou looked at the cut on his chest and knew that death was coming. He slowly let go of his hand, letting the two halves of the spear fall, smashing into the snowflakes.
The bell that rang from the palace in the distance finally came to Yanming Lake.
Xia Hou looked up at the source of the bell, not knowing if he was thinking of his sister.
The bell rang again.
There was a buzzing sound in his mountain-like body, and countless fine gravel splashed out from his body and scattered around, as if it was the dust he had hidden for decades.
The melodious bell rang continuously, echoing in the quiet Chang 'an City.
Puff! Puff! Puff!
Xia Hou's body made a series of muffled sounds, and the surface of his body suddenly sunk. Some parts of his body bulged, and his broken bones and flesh looked like they had been punched by someone.
These were all Tang's fists.
In the successive assassinations in the Wilderness, Tang risked his life and serious injuries to use the blood knife to break Xia Hou's armor, leaving more than a dozen fists on his body.
In the past few days, Xia Hou used his powerful genuine Qi and terrifying state to forcibly suppress these fists' injuries. At this time, the Haotian Divine Light had melted the meridian crystal wall in his body, so he could not suppress these fists' wills, and they instantly erupted.
The injuries that he had previously suppressed with the secret method of the Devil's Doctrine also erupted again. Countless wounds reappeared on his skin, and the scene looked extremely strange.
Before death, he had to relive the injuries that he had suffered before and bear the pain again. It had to be said that this was a very cruel thing.
Xia Hou's internal organs were all broken, and it could even be said that they had become rotten things.
There was not much blood in his muscles, but there was still a lot of blood in his internal organs, so Xia Hou began to cough blood. The thick black blood flowed along his esophagus and trachea into his mouth, and then overflowed his lips.
Xia Hou stood in the snow, coughing blood and laughing.
Ning Que sat in the snow and was silent for a long time. Then, he also laughed.
The smiles of the two of them had completely different meanings.
On the edge of the cliff of Yanming Mountain, Sangsang sat in the snow, looking extremely weak. She looked at the scene on the lake in the distance and knew that Ning Que did not want to laugh at this time, but he definitely wanted to cry.
Thinking of this, her heart ached, and she began to cry.
Cold tears continuously flowed down her slightly dark face, but they could not wash away the smile that gradually appeared on her face.
This was really something to be happy about, so she softly hummed.
"We are from the mountains and rivers, and we want to take your life."
"We are from the riverside, and we want to take your life."
"We are from the grassland, and we want to take your life."
"We are from an uninhabited small village in the Yan territory, and we want to take your life."
"We are from the uninhabited General's Mansion in Chang 'an City, and we want to take your life."
The lyrics of this song were the clumsy revenge poem that she had written for Ning Que.
The tune was the lullaby that Ning Que often sang to her when she was young.
Sangsang's voice was very soft, and a little childish. It was not pleasant to hear.
But at this time, the song that came from the cliff was so moving, and it was melodious on the lake in winter.
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