Ning Que didn't say "I want to kill you." Instead, he said "I want to kill you." He seemed very careful. But his calmness and prudence showed that he really wanted to do it.
Because this was the desire of everyone in Chang 'an City. He wanted to fulfill this desire, so he said that sentence very seriously, and at the same time, he issued his own call or request.
As if hearing his call, a loud and clear chirp suddenly sounded in the south of the street.
…
…
The wind and snow on the Vermilion Bird Avenue had stopped, but the snow was still there.
The Vermilion Bird Painting, which had frightened Ning Que and Sangsang in the spring rain, was now buried in the deep snow, as if it had been frozen and lifeless.
The Vermilion Bird Painting was the killing talisman of the God-stunning Array. It had an unimaginable spirituality. When it operated on its own, it could have the most powerful strike of a powerhouse at the peak of Knowing Destiny.
A thousand years ago, it was carved by the Headmaster in the south of the Vermilion Bird Avenue to guard this great capital. Countless demons and evil spirits were quietly burned to ashes by it in the dark night.
When the Abbey Dean entered Chang 'an, the Vermilion Bird Painting sensed him. When it was about to show itself to fight, the Abbey Dean stepped on its wings. It was just a simple step, but it didn't dare to move.
Because the Vermilion Bird sensed the gap between their states, it felt scared. So it lowered its once proud head and buried itself in the cold snow, too ashamed to see anyone.
Until then, a voice suddenly came to the deepest part of its soul. The voice said that he wanted to kill the Abbey Dean, so he needed its help.
The Vermilion Bird knew who the voice was, but it couldn't think of anyone who could kill someone like the Abbey Dean after the Headmaster left the human world. So it was still timid.
But the voice kept echoing in the deepest part of its soul, rubbing against it and burning it like surging magma. It was so irritated that even its blood started to burn.
The timidity from a moment ago turned into shame. Something called courage returned to the Vermilion Bird. The snow was blown away by the wind, revealing its eyes.
A majestic aura rose on the street.
The wings of the Vermilion Bird Painting broke through the snow and stones and appeared in the sky.
With an extremely clear cry, the Vermillion Bird's body left the street and soared into the sky!
The Vermilion Bird hadn't chirped for a thousand years.
Would today's cry be able to shock the gods?
The Vermilion Bird spread its 100-feet-long wings and flew across the sky, arriving at the South Gate of Chang 'an in an instant.
The city walls towered into the clouds, and the bricks were old.
The Vermilion Bird flew between the city walls.
It flapped its scarlet wings, as if dragging two flames behind it. It stuck close to the city wall and flew at high speed. In an extremely short amount of time, it arrived in the north.
The Vermilion Bird flew above the imperial palace.
The Empress held the little Emperor's hand and bowed slightly to the sky.
Yu Lian raised an eyebrow in the corner tower of the royal city.
The Vermillion Bird flew over the Imperial Palace, lowered its altitude, and dove south along Vermillion Bird Avenue.
This world's straightest and widest road was its path.
The Vermilion Bird flew extremely fast on this road. Its wings, which were more than a hundred feet long, seemed to be setting Chang 'an on fire. Wherever it touched, the snow suddenly turned into smoke.
No one on the snowy street could react.
They only heard a clear sound, and then they saw a fiery shadow approaching.
No one had time to think, not even the Abbey Dean.
When he saw clearly that it was the Vermilion Bird flying on the street, he could not help but show a mocking expression.
The Abbey Dean rarely showed emotions like ordinary people, but he could never suppress his mockery and contempt for the legendary Vermilion Bird. Even he himself could not figure out the reason.
Perhaps it was because the Vermilion Bird was the only thing left by the Headmaster in the human world.
The Vermilion Bird flew on the snowy street, flapping its wings. The blazing flames burned the air and made a crackling sound.
The whole world seemed to turn into a fiery red color.
Just when the Tangs were expecting the Vermilion Bird to kill the Abbey Dean, and the Abbey Dean was about to tear off the Vermilion Bird's fiery wings, the Vermilion Bird gave a clear cry again.
A flame flashed.
The Vermilion Bird quietly withdrew its aura, turned into a flame, and fell on Ning Que's cutlass.
There was a slight burning sound, as if a soldering iron had been stamped somewhere.
Ning Que's cutlass had some black burn marks and a very distinct pattern.
It was a firebird with a bright red body.
…
…
Ning Que's iron cutlass was the combination of the three cutlasses that had accompanied him for many years. Just like the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, it was the crystallization of the collective wisdom of the Academy, possessing unimaginable strength and weight.
Only such a strong cutlass could withstand the great power in his body. However, with the improvement of his cultivation realm, this saber was not as useful to him as the three sabers he had in the past, the Primordial Thirteen Arrows, and the inexhaustible talisman paper. Sometimes, it even became his weakness.
Ning Que was very good at fighting. He clearly knew how troublesome it was to be unable to balance the weapon in his hand with his own strength. But he never gave up on this cutlass. Because in the darkness, he always felt that this blade should belong to him, and that one day, it would reveal its true sharpness.
When this cutlass was made, he even refused Fourth Brother's and Sixth Brother's suggestion to carve talismans on the cutlass to increase its power like most of the powerful cultivators in the world did.
Because he felt that the talismans he wrote back then were not powerful enough. Using them on the iron cutlass was equivalent to destroying the cutlass. Even though he could write Divine Talismans now, he still felt that it was not enough.
There was no reason, no reason. He just felt that the talisman that was qualified to be carved on this cutlass must be extraordinary.
So the iron cutlass had always been dim, without any talisman lines carved on it. The heavy cutlass looked so simple and unadorned, but it was constantly soaked in blood.
Until today, with a clear cry from the south of Chang 'an, the Vermilion Bird broke through the sky and turned into a flame falling on the cutlass. Then, a bright red pattern appeared on the black cutlass.
Ning Que then realized that it was what he had been waiting for.
He then understood why the Headmaster of the Academy let him meet the Vermilion Bird before he left the human world.
It must be an extraordinary talisman that matched this iron cutlass.
This talisman was the Vermilion Bird.
It was the killing talisman in the God-stunning Array.
…
…
The cutlass had been pulled out of the snow.
Ning Que raised the cutlass, and the snow suddenly scattered.
The Vermilion Bird Divine Talisman on the black cutlass suddenly lit up.
A bright red flame spurted out from the edge of the cutlass, piercing the sky.
At this time, the wind and snow had long disappeared, and the blue sky was revealed to countless eyes in the human world.
The bright red flame that the cutlass spurted out was more than ten miles long. As Ning Que raised the cutlass, it dragged from the northeast to the southwest in the blue sky.
As the flames dragged on, a mark was left in the blue sky. It was as if someone had taken a mountain-like brush and written heavily in the sky.
This stroke crossed half of the sky, and no one knew how many thousands of miles.
Ning Que lowered the cutlass, and the flame from the blade moved down. He began to write the second stroke.
…
…
In the corner tower of the imperial city.
Yu Lian looked at the sky quietly, watching the flame moving between the sky and the earth.
Then she glanced at the cutlass in her hand.
It was a huge blood-red cutlass, even as long and wide as her petite body.
This blood-red cutlass was the sacred relic of the Devil's Doctrine. After the Desolate Men moved south, it had been kept by Tang Xiaotang.
As the Grandmaster of the Devil's Doctrine, it was natural for Yu Lian to have this cutlass.
When the Abbey Dean walked on the snowy street, she came to the imperial palace for this cutlass.
Judging from its appearance, the blood-colored giant blade in her hand was definitely more terrifying than the one in Ning Que's hand, and it gave people a stronger sense of deterrence.
But she knew that compared to the one in Ning Que's hand, her blood cutlass was inferior.
Ning Que's cutlass could write in the sky.
"You finally wrote that word."
Yu Lian looked at the word that was gradually taking shape in the blue sky, and suddenly took a deep breath.
The snow around the Imperial City floated up from the ground as she breathed.
The ice in the moat cracked and broke into countless pieces.
Air poured into her petite body between her breaths.
Her chest rose and fell slightly.
Her eyes gradually brightened.
…
…
Everyone on the snowy street was looking at the sky.
Everyone in Chang 'an was looking at the sky.
They were looking at the giant brush formed by flames, writing in the blue sky.
Eldest Brother was also looking at the sky.
There was no snow falling, but his eyes were a little wet.
He looked at the sky and said quietly, "Teacher, Youngest Brother finally wrote that word."
Then he took a deep breath.
Nothing changed on the snowy street.
Even the withered leaves that fell on the snow did not tremble a bit during his breath.
His eyes gradually brightened.
His cotton-padded jacket continued to ooze blood.
The wooden ladle broke in front of the Pamir Mountains.
The wooden stick was held in his hand.
He did not know where he put the old book.
The belt on the cotton-padded jacket no longer needed to be tied with so many things and worries.
So it began to float, drawing many residual shadows.
…
…
Ning Que looked at the Abbey Dean and cut.
Because the cutlass in his hand was bound to fall on the Abbey Dean.
So he had to cut more accurately.
His eyes met with the Abbey Dean's in the street.
He did not see any other emotions in the Abbey Dean's eyes, only calmness.
The snowflakes floating in the air also became calm.
The extremely faint sound of the snow pressing against each other began to become muffled.
Time began to slow down.
Then he heard the Abbey Dean's voice in his sense of perception.
"Your strokes are wrong."
Ning Que was not worried.
Because no one could really control the rules of time except for the Buddha.
Not even the Abbey Dean. Even if he slowed down time with his Great Divine Power, he was still in the process of slowing down time. That meant no matter how slow the iron cutlass fell, it would reach the moment eventually.
He said to the Abbey Dean, "The strokes are wrong, but it doesn't mean the words are wrong."
The Abbey Dean's voice disappeared for a moment and then sounded again.
His voice was full of emotion and complicated emotions.
"Good writing."
…
…
(There is one more chapter. I will continue.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
