He used all his strength in that bite.
Lord Ingot closed his eyes and waited for the pain to end with blood spurting out.
"Crack."
His teeth suddenly touched something, and then he heard an "Ouch!" and a salty liquid gushed out of his mouth. However, that cry of pain was not his, and the pain did not come as he had expected. Even that liquid was not his.
Lord Ingot opened his eyes in shock and saw the finger in his mouth. Following it, he saw Meng Fuyao hanging upside down.
She was obviously anxious, but she pretended to be relaxed. "Damn it, why did you have to use so much strength? It hurts so much … "
She smiled, but her face was frighteningly pale. She had seen Ingot screaming himself hoarse, but she did not dare to reach out for him. His belly was so full that she was afraid that a light touch would cause it to explode. She could only block the endless sword net while keeping an eye on Ingot. But the moment she turned her head, she saw Ingot biting his tongue. Frightened out of her wits, she did not have time to do anything else. Without thinking, she hung upside down and stuffed her finger into his mouth.
The pain from the bite pierced her heart and lungs. The force was so strong that she immediately understood that Ingot was not biting his tongue. He was trying to kill himself!
Why?
Lord Ingot looked at her. He could not answer her question, so he opened his mouth and fell backward.
She quickly scooped him up. When she did, she was shocked. Ingot's whole body was cold and wet. It was a heavy ball of fur. That feeling … that feeling …
Her heart was thumping, but she did not have time to think. She quickly put it into her sleeves. The moment she did so, the pain intensified. She looked at the tip of her finger, which had been bitten off. It was hanging there in a crooked manner, and the pain was shocking.
This was a dangerous place, and having a finger hanging was too much of a hindrance. Without another word, she swung her sword and cut it off!
Fresh blood splattered from the severed fingertip and flowed across the surface of the black "Heaven Slaughtering" blade. A faint dark light flickered within.
Without a change in expression, Meng Fuyao wrapped the broken finger in the remaining ice and snow from her hood and stuffed it into her bosom.
Even with her speed, it only took her a few blinks of an eye for the net of swords above her to lose its obstruction. With a clang, the net of swords came crashing down towards her heart.
Meng Fuyao knew that she would be injured if she managed to save Yuan Bao, but she could not care less. She focused on protecting her vitals, closed her eyes, and waited for the moment the sword pierced through her body.
Clang!
The sound of metal clashing lingered in the air. A golden light flashed across the sky, and some golden hairs slowly floated down.
The sword did not land on her, but she reacted quickly. Without even opening her eyes, she somersaulted in mid-air and escaped from the range of the sword.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the golden light shooting out and returning to her arms.
It was Nine-Tailed who had been curled up in her arms. Seeing that the sword would be the first to be unlucky if it hit, it quickly jumped out and used its steel-like tail to block the sword.
The tip of the sword was blocked and the Nine Tails of the Cunning Minister lost some of the hair on its tail.
It was even slapped by the master who had saved its life as a sign of disdain.
Nine-Tailed went back, feeling wronged. Meng Fuyao thought about it and felt that she had gone overboard. She gently touched it and wanted to check on Yuan Bao's condition. If anything happened to him, how could she face Wuji again?
However, in this battle, she would never have a chance to breathe.
The sword light came and went like the wind, but there was movement below her.
Meng Fuyao held her saber horizontally in front of her, channeling all of her essential Qi into the blade. The black blade became brighter and brighter, until it turned into a translucent jade white. A faint white light spread from the blade like a halo of the moon, growing bigger and brighter, illuminating a radius of three feet around her.
The highest level of inner force from Cleaving Nine Heavens, combined with the essence of Thunderclap, Gale, and Moon, broke through the thick darkness.
Meng Fuyao had mobilized all of her energy.
She had originally wanted to preserve some of her strength. After all, there were four arrays to pass. She did not want to exhaust all of her energy in the first round, as it would be even harder to sustain later on. However, looking at the situation now, the four major realms were more difficult than she had imagined. The essence of martial arts and illusion arrays were combined, and she could not let her guard down. If she could not even pass one of the four rounds, how could she talk about entering the temple? How could she talk about fulfilling her wish?
The saber light was like snow, sweeping through the air and illuminating the chainmail.
Something was vaguely reflected in the saber light, but Meng Fuyao did not have time to look.
Rumbling sounds could be heard from below her. In the thick black sludge, a human figure was already arching out, slowly, sticky, and dragging out from the depths of the Nine Nether.
The person was covered in mud, but his face was untainted. At first glance, the face looked unfamiliar, but when she looked again, Meng Fuyao's body trembled, and she was almost stabbed again by the sharp sword above her head.
It was Zhan Nancheng!
The Tiansha Emperor, Zhan Nancheng, who had died under her schemes!
He stared coldly at Meng Fuyao. His dragon robe was stained with blood, and he stood under the gray light in the sludge. He slowly extended his hand and said, "Commander Meng, I trusted you wholeheartedly … but you actually harbored evil intentions, plotted against my country, and killed my people!"
He raised his head and a bloody hole appeared on his throat. It was as if a ferocious, bloody mouth had suddenly opened. His neck swayed as if it was about to fall off. The bloody hole fluctuated in size like a mysterious, blinking blood-red eye.
Being stared at by such an 'eye', Meng Fuyao felt as if ten thousand centipedes were crawling on her back. She vaguely recalled that the sword on her neck was probably Yun Hen's. It was a thin, sharp, and narrow wound.
Zhan Nancheng rose from the sludge below her, and with a hateful smile, he reached out to grab Meng Fuyao's ankle.
Meng Fuyao swept across the air, and with a flash of the saber in her hand, she slashed horizontally.
A bloody skull rolled out of the sludge!
"You murdered your own brother and tried to lay your hands on your stepmother. I don't care if you're a human or a ghost, I'll kill you every time I see you!"
The skull rolled on the sludge, but it did not sink. Instead, it opened its mouth and scolded, "You plotted against my country, and killed my people!"
Meng Fuyao wiped the cold sweat off her forehead. 'That bastard! He's already dead, yet he's still not at peace. His expression and tone are too lively. She was shocked when she first saw him. Is this a real soul or a fake?'
Just as she heaved a sigh of relief, she suddenly felt that something was wrong. 'Why hasn't the body collapsed even though the head has been chopped off?'
Meng Fuyao raised her hand to block the sword net that was chasing her relentlessly. Before she could turn around, she felt a weight on her body. When she looked again, she saw that the corner of her robe had been grabbed by a hand that was covered in sludge. The person below spoke in a sinister voice, "Meng Fuyao … you framed me with the witchcraft case. In the dead of night, ask yourself honestly. Do you have a guilty conscience?"
Meng Fuyao lowered her head. The headless person had actually changed his attire. He was wearing the clothes of a sinner on the guillotine. It was Zhan Beiheng, whom she had personally supervised and sent to the Western Paradise. Zhan Nancheng's head, which she had just chopped off, had somehow turned into Zhan Beiheng's head, which rolled over and bit the corner of her robe with a sinister smile.
"You even lied to a dying man. Aren't you ashamed?"
Blood Qi soared into the sky. In a trance, it was like the blood of the royal family that had been sprinkled on the bamboo curtain in the drizzling rain on the Fallen Dragon Platform. The blood Qi connected heaven and earth, unfolding a thick curtain of blood in front of her. It wriggled and fluttered, surrounding her.
"Smack!"
Meng Fuyao smashed Zhan Beiheng's skull into a flat, unrecognizable lump with a single slash of her knife.
"You even schemed against your own brother. Aren't you ashamed?"
The blood shattered, and the greyish-black fog and the red blood intertwined. Like a cold midnight wind sweeping away the greyish-red curtain, the scenery behind the curtain changed. In a trance, a pale-faced man at the top of Pandu's city wall had a dark red dot blossoming between his eyebrows, splattering like a mandala flower.
He had been loyal to Zhan Nancheng, but had been alienated by Meng Fuyao and transferred out of the imperial camp. In the end, he had died at the top of Pandu's city wall due to Meng Fuyao's scheme!
He pointed at Meng Fuyao and scolded, "Despicable villain! When have I ever let you down? How dare you kill the innocent! "
Meng Fuyao's expression changed, and she kicked him away.
"We all serve our respective masters, and there is no resentment!"
Xie Yu's body flew away, and with a whoosh, he shot back even faster than before, leaving a trail of greyish-yellow smoke behind him.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat when she saw the smoke. As expected, Yan Sha's withered yellow face was revealed. His shoulders, knees, and chest were full of bloody holes. He looked exactly the same as he had before dying in the alley in the rainy night. He laughed cruelly, and with a flash of his skinny fingers, he had already reached for Meng Fuyao's heart. The wind whistled through the air, and he was no longer as weak as the previous three martial artists.
Meng Fuyao somersaulted like a sparrow hawk, circled behind Yan Sha, and threw a punch. The wind from the punch was so fierce that it created deep ditches in the thick mud. Yan Sha's body leaned forward to meet the sword net that was chasing after Meng Fuyao.
A sinister smile appeared on his face. Surprisingly, a ghost still had martial arts from when he was alive. With a turn of his body, Yan Sha was already out of the sword net's range. Like a wisp of green smoke, he circled towards Meng Fuyao and laughed cruelly. "Despicable villain, ambush!"
Meng Fuyao's knife suddenly shone, and like a jade wall, it landed in front of Yan Sha, blocking his claw. Just as Yan Sha shrank back, Meng Fuyao silently passed through the jade white light, and with a shake of her hand, she struck the old man away.
"I can kill you ten thousand times now!"
Yan Sha retreated like a wisp of grey smoke, and the pale yellow smoke suddenly turned into a red light. Within the red light, a cold smile could be seen on a person's face. She reached out and pushed Meng Fuyao down.
Meng Fuyao's body tilted, and when she landed, she turned her knife around and shouted, "Pei Yuan! The grudge between us has been settled. Go away! "
The person behind her laughed shrilly. "You killed Jingchen, you killed Jingchen!"
Meng Fuyao pursed her lips and did not turn back. With a slash of her knife, she said, "Tell Jingchen to come find me himself!"
"I'll come find you!" The white light flashed. "You stole my people, stole my country, you lowly illegitimate daughter!"
Meng Fuyao's black hair stuck to her forehead, and with a horizontal slap of her knife, she sent Feng Jingfan, who had bloody holes in her eyes, flying away. "Scram! Fake lotus! "
Her laughter was incessant. Xuanyuan Cheng, Fei Yan, Zhong Zening, Yu Heng … all those who had died by her hands, directly or indirectly, shot out from the depths of the Nine Underworlds. With the help of the endless resentment of the ten feet deep pool, the Yin Qi wrapped around Meng Fuyao.
Some of them did not know martial arts, but most of them were experts of their generation. The Nine Underworlds Great Formation was actually able to reflect part of their martial arts when they were alive. This caused Meng Fuyao to gradually become exhausted.
Back and forth, it was all about the grudges along the way. Under the guidance of the divine arts, Meng Fuyao's mind gradually became chaotic, sinking into the abyss of nightmares.
Legend had it that no one had been able to pass the Four Realms of the Temple. Many had died in the first stage. Those who dared to challenge the Four Realms were all martial arts experts. Who had not stained their hands with blood? Who had not paid with their lives? In the Nine Underworlds Great Realm, seeing the spirits who had died by her hands tiptoed over and 'died' again and again in front of her, surrounded by enemies and haunted by ghosts, how many people could persevere to the end?
Even someone as strong-willed as Meng Fuyao was on the verge of collapse.
She did not know that she had persevered in the upgraded version of the Nine Underworlds Great Realm for the longest time in history. She only knew that she was on the verge of exhaustion from the endless battles.
Did she have to go through all the people she had killed?
Really, if she had known earlier, she would have killed fewer people …
Once she got out, she must convert to Buddhism …
Meng Fuyao flew up, soared, brandished her blade, and dodged … Her figure shuttled through the grayish-black fog like a bolt of lightning. The milky white blade light crisscrossed through the fog, leaving bright marks. However, the attacks were endless. Her mortal enemies returned one after another, attacking her heart without giving her the slightest chance to catch her breath. Meng Fuyao, who had initially been clear-minded, was gradually invaded by her inner demons.
So many people … so many people …
He had killed so many people, he had killed so many people …
Along the way, she had killed so many people …
Such a life … such a life stained with blood …
How many more would she have to kill? How many more would she have to kill? Along the way, bones piled up like a mountain. She had let down thousands, but whose heart was she stepping on …
Her breathing became more rapid, her body falling, and her moves becoming more chaotic.
Behind her, she heard heavy panting.
She turned around and saw open mouths dripping with blood. Their tongues had been bitten off, and blood dripped down from their chins, dripping onto the mud.
Meng Fuyao had already formed a conditioned reflex. Without thinking, she swung her blade. Her movement was faster than her consciousness. Then, a thought flashed in her mind, and she suddenly remembered who it was.
King De!
Zhangsun Wuji's biological father!
Meng Fuyao's hand froze.
How could she have smashed the head of Zhangsun Wuji's father's soul shadow without any qualms? Even if it was just an illusion!
She swung her blade in mid-air and pulled it back before it could shatter the head. The surging true force instantly hit her chest, and she felt a sweetness in her throat as she spat out a mouthful of blood.
Blood spurted out, and her movements slowed. King De grinned maliciously, and the sword light above his head descended.
Behind her, there was nowhere to hide.
= = =
The souls of the Nine Nether Realm were entangled, and fresh blood sprayed everywhere. The Evergreen Temple was quiet and peaceful, with green smoke rising in spirals.
North east corner of the temple, Garuda Hall.
"You'd better perform well." Garuda King held his teacup, looking at King Tennaro with satisfaction. "The Holy Lord is walking the path of death. This is a rare opportunity for you. Don't miss it."
Tennaro King half bowed in his chair. "Yes."
"We, the Celestials, have suffered the most in the temple, but our status is not the highest." Garuda King looked dissatisfied. "Even with our status, we can't enter the three upper temples. The Temple Master is so biased! If not for the Holy Lord's betrayal of his master and ancestors, we would not have had the chance to rise. "
"At least we've made it." Tennaro King laughed. "The Elders once again brought up the matter of me taking control of the Yaksha Tribe in today's regular meeting. This time, the Temple Master's attitude is no longer as firm."
"The old man has to consider the future of the temple," Garuda King sneered. "The Holy Lord is already in such a state, and he still expects him to take over? What a joke. "
Tennaro King smiled without saying a word.
"If he has any second thoughts, I'm not afraid of giving him a warning," Garuda King said coldly. "Always treating people as pushovers?"
"What do you mean?" Tennaro King suddenly looked up.
"Just wait and see. If he can pass the position to you, there won't be much trouble," Garuda King said seriously. King Garuda said sternly. "We've done our best to support you. Don't let us down."
"Yes," Tennaro King replied respectfully.
"That's it. Do your job well." Garuda King stood up and suddenly tilted his head to look in the direction of the peak of the sacred mountain. "That person … is nailed there. Although the Temple Master has ordered us not to harm his life, he's seriously injured and can't withstand a heavy punishment. Maybe … he won't live for long?"
Tennaro King's eyes flashed. He hesitated and said, "Maybe …"
Garuda King smiled with satisfaction.
"But … how do you explain it?"
"Put yourself in a dead end and you'll be reborn." Garuda King smiled. "The winner takes all. Once you win, who else will the Temple Master choose but you? Once you become the Temple Master, who will you explain to? "
"… Yes!"
= = =
At the peak of the Nine Heavens, the howling wind continued to sweep across the sky. There were no stars or moon.
The disciples who were changing shifts hurriedly went down the mountain. They still didn't notice a black shadow passing by like a meteor and entering the ice cave.
"Are you … all right?"
Zhangsun Wuji opened his eyes. He looked a little weaker, but his expression remained unchanged. He smiled faintly and said, "Yes."
The masked man in black glanced at the frozen blood on his wound, and a trace of pain flashed through his eyes. He carefully covered the wound with his hand, and a trace of heat rose from his palm, heating up the cold nails and chains.
The blood melted and stained his hand. The man clenched his fingers and breathed rapidly.
Zhangsun Wuji smiled and comforted him. "… Why bother? It will freeze again …"
The masked man didn't say anything. His eyes flashed. He took out another pill and fed it to him. Zhangsun Wuji tilted his head and said, "Don't waste it …"
"It's not a waste. I just want you to live well."
"What about her?" Zhangsun Wuji only cared about this question. "… Is it going well …"
The masked man closed his eyes and whispered after a while, "Can you care more about yourself?"
"I … am like this." Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "If you … keep worrying about me … Do you really want me to die here?"
"The formation has been modified." The masked man hesitated for a while. He didn't want to say it, but he couldn't bear Zhangsun Wuji's eager gaze. He had to say helplessly, "I can't sneak in. I can feel it from a distance. It doesn't seem to be good. Even Yuan Bao …"
Zhangsun Wuji trembled and groaned. The man hurriedly pressed him down and whispered, "I'll think of a way … I'll think of a way …"
Zhangsun Wuji had calmed down. He sighed softly and said, "I know … You don't have to … force yourself."
"No." The man gently clenched his cold hand. It was warm again and again in his palm. "I'm always … willing …"
Zhangsun Wuji didn't move. He closed his eyes.
"There's one more thing …" The man stood on tiptoe and whispered a few words in his ear. Zhangsun Wuji listened in silence. He said, "… What should I do?"
The man clenched his teeth and hesitated.
"It's okay." Zhangsun Wuji's hand touched the man's palm. At this moment, his warm palm was slightly sweaty. He comforted the man's fingers and said, "Just … do it. I'm … okay."
Then he let go of the man's hand. The masked man stood there in a daze. He gently rubbed his fingers, as if he wanted to deeply appreciate that moment of closeness and warmth.
After a long time, he whispered, "I'm leaving …"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled faintly. "Be careful."
The masked man hesitated for a while and then hurriedly turned and left. The black figure had just disappeared from the cliff. The smile on Zhangsun Wuji's face had faded.
He whispered, "Fuyao …"
The situation was not good for her. He had to fight with all his strength.
He raised his head slightly and thought silently in the ice-cold wind. After a while, he suddenly turned his head and carefully looked around.
The ice cave was transparent. He could see everything clearly. Zhangsun Wuji's eyes seemed to be looking for something.
The moonlight from the high sky sprinkled on the torture rack, forming a long shadow.
Because of its position and angle, the moonlight could not be seen all year round. Only on the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the year would a ray of moonlight seep in.
The moonlight came from the distant sky, illuminating the past and the present, illuminating the parting of people.
Zhangsun Wuji's face was pale, like the cool moonlight.
The moon was bright in the sky, and the man and the moon were full. However, he and Fuyao, one was confined to the peak of the mountain, and the other was trapped in the realm of the Nine Underworlds. Their hearts yearned for each other, but they could not be reunited.
Perhaps … they would never see each other again.
Danger lurked everywhere. Killing intent pressed against each other. Both of their lives were hanging by a thread. They were treading a tightrope between fate and opportunity.
However, how could his own fate be in the hands of others?
Zhangsun Wuji's eyes slowly walked around the shadow of the moon, and then fell on the wall on the left.
There was a cluster of moonlight there. The wall, which looked normal on ordinary days, now looked extraordinarily bright.
Zhangsun Wuji's eyes flashed. He immediately turned his head to look at the torture rack.
The ice cave was not perfectly round. Although the torture rack was in the center, it was closer to the wall on the left. However, with his current position, he still could not reach it.
His left hand was nailed in place. If he wanted to get close to the wall, he would have to move horizontally. That meant that he would have to be pulled horizontally by the long nail. It would tear his muscles and bones and open his wrist meridians.
If he was not careful, he would die from blood loss. In the worst case, his hand would inevitably be crippled.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at that position and calculated the distance. Then, he suddenly lowered his hand!
Blood gushed out wildly. A deep penetrating wound was drawn on the long nail. It was already faintly translucent.
His wrist was torn open, but he could already move it slightly, avoiding the position of the artery.
Zhangsun Wuji didn't even look at it. He adjusted the position of the long nail and slowly moved it horizontally. His fingertips touched the position of the cave wall little by little.
Every time he moved, there would be a penetrating tear. Even his left shoulder was torn open. Blood dripped down. The more it flowed, the faster it flowed. It slid down the long nail and dyed his clothes red. Then, it accumulated under the torture rack in a pool of bright red.
Zhangsun Wuji calmly and unhesitatingly moved in that direction. He endured the torturous pain with incredible endurance. He slowly tore apart his skin, using his flesh and blood to slowly move forward. Suddenly, his fingertips felt cold as he touched the ice-cold cave wall.
Zhangsun Wuji let out a long breath. At this moment, his forehead was soaked with cold sweat, mixed with blood.
The cave wall was covered with a layer of ice. With Zhangsun Wuji's current physical strength, there was no way to break the ice. He turned his hand and scooped up his own blood, covering the cave wall.
The hot blood gradually melted the ice. Under the bloody handprint, the ice water mixed with the blood and slid down. Zhangsun Wuji's fingers finally touched something.
With a pinch of his fingers, he slowly pulled out the well-preserved long silk that had been buried deep in the cave wall of the Ninth Heaven for hundreds of years. Except for him, no one knew of its existence.
After wiping his hands clean on the ice wall, Zhangsun Wuji carefully held that piece of soft silk in his palm. Then, he let out a long sigh, revealing a happy smile of 'the dust has settled'.
Fu Yao … believe me …
No matter when … no matter where … I can protect you.
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