Countless sword lights shuttled back and forth in the sky ten meters high, becoming denser and denser, illuminating all of Mars.
The Divine Battering Master sat among the rocks, the light on his face flickering, his smile a bit eerie.
"What do you want to say?" Yushan asked nervously.
The Divine Battering Master said with a smile, "You should have heard that the Immortal Jingyang's celestial body is a star-level weapon left behind by the gods and can ignite the stars."
Yushan clenched his fists angrily and said, "So what? Senior Master is a patient now and can't move at all. "
The Divine Battering Master said with a sneer, "Why don't you try to untie the sword rope around his neck?"
Liu Shisui called out the Lone Sword and the First Child Sword and said expressionlessly, "Why don't you try to say it again?"
"Why can't I say it? As long as he destroys the sun, won't he be able to break this sword formation? It would be great if you, the juniors he loves the most, could survive! " The Divine Battering Master said with a loud laugh, "Now that I think about it, maybe this is the true meaning of the Founding Master's scheme, a question he gave you. How would you choose?"
The top of the cliff became very quiet, and one could vaguely hear the sound of the sword wills tearing the thin air from the other side of the frozen sky.
Many people looked at Jing Jiu with complicated expressions in their eyes.
Everyone present knew about the plan to ignite the stars.
The cause of this war was because Jing Jiu didn't want to carry out this plan.
If he didn't want to see everyone die, he had to make a choice he didn't want to make.
Was this the true meaning of the Founding Master?
If you don't want to ignite the stars, I'll let you start from the sun?
Many people were waiting for his decision.
Yushan was very nervous and wanted to persuade her senior master not to be tricked, but Yuan Qu stopped her with a meaningful look.
It was then that she noticed that Yuan Qü, Su Ziye, Tong Yan and the others were all calm, devoid of any worry.
"Think of something else." Jing Jiu's voice was a bit weak, but it contained an unshakable firmness.
Hearing this, the Divine Battering Master was slightly startled, and so were the other immortals of the previous generations, thinking that even if you don't want to, why don't you think about it? And … he even said it so openly.
"How boring." Shen Yunmai's lazy voice came out of the robot. "Why can't you be like the male protagonists in the movies who swindle, steal, and commit all kinds of crimes? When you are about to die, you stand out and declare that you will sacrifice yourself for mankind, the country, and the people. Then, you will be clean."
Tong Yan said, "I haven't seen many movies, but don't you think this is too old-fashioned?"
Liu Shisui said seriously, "It's not important to be old-fashioned. I just feel that those people should have died long ago. Why did they only die at the end?"
Unlike the immortals of the previous generations, they knew Jing Jiu very well. Unlike Yushan, they were not confused by his worship and knew that Jing Jiu would never do such a thing.
He wasn't even willing to sacrifice himself for humanity.
When Liu Ci begged him to change his sword in the West Ocean, he had tried all sorts of excuses and hesitated for a long time.
What did the lives of these junior disciples count for?
Apart from risking his life for Lian Sanyue a few times, had he ever done anything dangerous in his two lives?
"Think of something else … think of something else … Hahahaha!"
A deranged laughter suddenly burst out among the cliff rocks.
It was not Shen Yunmai and the Immortal Ni, who were somewhat deranged, but the Eastern Purple Qi.
He stood up slowly and said to Jing Jiu with a cold expression in his eyes, "What do you think we should think of? Think about why you aren't afraid. "
Before anyone could respond, he continued in an even colder voice, "You are the All in One Sword, so it's hard for this sword formation to destroy you. Even if it could, the Great Grandmaster wouldn't want to destroy you. As such, you can sit in the wheelchair and watch everything happen indifferently; but what about us? Are we destined to die with you? "
"If he dies, we will die together because of him; that's the real meaning of dying with him."
Shen Yunmai went on in a mocking tone, "According to what you said, he won't die anyway; so you have to be more precise with your words."
Hearing this, the Eastern Purple Qi felt angry. He flew up from the cliff and headed toward the sky with a crisp shriek. Pah!!!
With a light pa sound, a small round hole appeared in the frozen sky. There was a faint purple aura overflowing, and it looked like a precious stone smeared on it.
The figure of the Eastern Purple Qi disappeared in the space in an instant, as if he had jumped into the sea.
Hundreds of sword lights came out of the small round hole, and then it was closed again.
The people gazed at the place where he had disappeared in silence for a while.
"The standard time is three hours," Tong Yan said.
Shen Yunmai said in a mocking tone, "He is too agitated at the moment; I'm afraid he can't hold on for more than two hours."
The people knew they were talking about the time that the Eastern Purple Qi could survive in the Solar System Sword Formation. Regardless of whether it was a few hours, a few days, or even a few years, he could only drift in this sword formation as long as he couldn't find the Formation Eye or a new Life Gate. Even Peng Lang couldn't hold on and died in the end, let alone him.
"Over there!" Ceng Ju suddenly stood up and said while looking at a spot in the space.
The people followed his line of sight and vaguely saw a wisp of faint purple smoke in the distant space.
It was not the purple smoke when the sun rose.
It was the trace of the Vanishing Dao and the immortal's death.
The Eastern Purple Qi was dead.
He was severely wounded by Tong Yan in an insidious way that day, and his Dao Heart was in turmoil when he left. As a result, he was killed by the Solar System Sword Formation before he could even hold on for a while.
The top of the cliff fell into a dead silence again.
The Snow Girl sat by the cliff's edge. A chilly intent emanated from her red cloak and froze the sky. She looked like a little girl trying to stop a roaring machine with her small hands.
The sky was getting closer and closer.
The sand falling from the sky was getting lesser.
After a while, Mars would be devoured by the sword formation.
Jing Jiu, sitting in the wheelchair, finally raised his head and looked at the sky.
No one noticed that the little finger of his right hand, which was resting on the armrest, quivered slightly.
A heavy clashing sound came from the cliff. It was the clapping of the robot with its thick and shabby mechanical hand.
"Get ready, get ready." The proud and fearless voice of Shen Yunmai came out from the robot. "I taught you this formation a few days ago. Stand firmly in your positions later. Those who didn't remember it that day should pray for more luck."
Zhao Layue didn't know that formation, so she reached out her hand to Liu Shisui.
Liu Shisui was taken aback for a moment before she realized that her Thoughtless Sword was on her Young Master's neck. She grabbed the First Child Sword from the air hastily and handed it to her.
It was this First Child Sword that they used to kill Lo Huainan many years ago.
Zhao Layue gave the sword to him when they parted, and he returned it to her now.
Seeing this scene, Tong Yan fell silent for a while; it was unclear if she had recalled the past; then she took out a jar of chess pieces from her sleeve.
Peng Lang was still guarding behind the Snow Girl meticulously with the curved sword in his hand.
Su Ziye and Yuan Qu eyed each other and walked toward the incense burner table stealthily, on which Chen Ya's remains were placed.
"Why don't you follow the golden body of Liu Shisui?" Su Ziye said in a mocking tone.
"I asked him to protect Young Sister Yushan …" Yuan Qu mocked in a low voice, "Why don't you follow the Senior Master? He is much stronger than the stone man and the golden body. "
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…
On the other side of Mars opposite Olympus.
Two fairy ladies sat by the edge of a huge and deep valley.
There was no mountain here, nor was there the Snow Girl to support it. The frozen sky was relatively soft, and the cave-in was close to the ground.
The Immortal Nun He reached out her hand to touch the sky above her head. Some frost formed on her fingertips and then spread to her forearm.
She flicked her hair to shake off the frost, saying, "When I started cultivating in Chaotian when I was little, I wanted to touch the sky. I didn't expect that I would actually touch it after two thousand years. It's really interesting."
Master Yun looked at the snowflakes in the frozen sky, his eyes full of admiration and admiration, and said, "This sky is really beautiful."
"I didn't expect Tong Yan and the others to be right. The Grandmaster wants us all dead," said the Immortal Nun He, raising her eyebrows.
Master Yun pulled back his gaze and said to her mildly, "The Grandmaster wants to kill the Snow Girl and use Jing Jiu. We just happened to meet at the right time … Actually, if I didn't drag you to Moyuan Planet, you wouldn't have boarded that pirate ship with me, and you wouldn't have come here. I'm really sorry."
The Immortal Nun He said with a smile, "Since you like being a hero, I'll go with you."
"I thought the Grandmaster was right back then," said the Immortal Nun He sentimentally.
The Immortal Nun He said, "Today I do what I did yesterday. This is what you taught me … But it should be a tense moment on the other side. I thought you would bring me back to help those juniors and continue being a hero."
"The Queen is here. What we do is not important," said the Immortal Nun seriously. "And I'm a fairy lady, not a hero."
It was then that the frozen sky dropped a bit more.
If they wanted to stay by the edge of the valley, they had to sit on the ground.
"What should we do next?" asked the Immortal Nun He.
The Immortal Nun He waved her sleeve to release a white cloud and reached out her hand.
The Immortal Nun He put her hand on the cloud.
The Immortal Nun He took her hand and walked onto the cloud.
The white cloud moved forward along the valley without the aid of the wind, looking like a small boat.
Looking at the magnificent scenery in the valley, the Immortal Nun He said with a faint smile, "That's fine."
The Immortal Nun took out a flute from her sleeve and started playing it softly.
The sound of the flute was melodious.
The white cloud was the companion.
Suddenly, a singing voice could be heard.
It was a tune that the farm girls in Chaotian often hummed when they worked in the fields thousands of years ago.
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…
The ocean water lapped softly on the silvery beach.
The coconut trees were still burning.
The blood-red moon hung above the horizon of the ocean in Silence, looking like the eyes of a devil.
To say nothing of the fact that there were no devils in this world, even if there were, they wouldn't dare take a look at this beach.
The Grandmaster of Aoyama was sitting here.
The coughing echoed in the distance on the surface of the ocean and faded away gradually.
His chest was covered with blood.
The blood became translucent and blood-red round beads as it was blown over by the ocean wind, rolling down from his body.
His clothes were soon as clean as before, but his wounds were left in his body.
Even though he was the main controller of the formation, he had to pay a great price to carry out such a great transformation of the Sword Formation of the Solar System.
Kneeling by the wheelchair, Zhuo Rusui intended to show some concern, but he found that the Grandmaster didn't care about his wounds at all, as if they didn't belong to his body at all.
What did the Grandmaster care about on such a night?
The fate of the humans or the small fish in the pond?
"Will they all die?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"The Snow Girl will be wounded severely, but we will have to trap her in this sword formation for another few decades to kill her." The Grandmaster continued, "Jing Jiu's spiritual soul will be cut apart, and the Inherited Heaven Sword will take over his body. As for the others … it will depend on their own luck."
After a long moment of silence, Zhuo Rusui asked, "Aren't you worried that I'll do something?"
The Grandmaster looked at him and asked, "What can you do?"
Zhuo Rusui raised his head and bravely looked into the pair of eyes that were as calm as the ocean. He said, "I am the Sect Master of Aoyama."
The Grandmaster smiled and said, "So am I."
Zhuo Rusui opened his mouth in pain and said after a moment, "Why do you trust me so much?"
The Grandmaster said, "You are the current Sect Master of Aoyama Sect, not a sword demon. Why can't I trust you?"
Zhuo Rusui said, "But I am hesitating."
"If Zhao Layue didn't know that you would hesitate, why would she let you come here?" The Grandmaster pushed the wheelchair toward the seaside.
If Zhuo Rusui had attacked the Grandmaster of Aoyama without hesitation, he would not have had the chance to come to the Ancestral Star.
Zhao Layue was not as good at scheming as Tong Yan and the others, but when they were discussing this matter in the vegetable garden outside the Guocheng Temple, she still suggested to let Zhuo Rusui follow the previous generation of Immortals of Aoyama Sect. If what they thought was true, then Jing Jiu would still walk the same path of betraying his own Master.
Just like what the Grandmaster said, she knew that Zhuo Rusui would hesitate, and his hesitation could be sensed.
Only by doing so could he gain the trust of the previous generation of Immortals of Aoyama Sect.
"You are the Grandmaster of Aoyama, our Great Ancestor. I am the heir of Aoyama Orthodoxy. There is no reason for me not to stand on your side. And I don't like them. "
Zhuo Rusui stood up and said as he watched the wheelchair leave.
The Grandmaster didn't turn around and asked, "Why?"
Zhuo Rusui answered, "Because of my Master."
Back when the spring rain fell, Nan Wang was the only one who cried with him. It was not because the other Cultivation practitioners were heartless; it was because they had the deepest affection for Liu Ci.
The real cause of Liu Ci's death was the Heavenly Trial that happened a few years before the spring rain. But where did the Heavenly Trial come from? Taiping Zhenren and Jing Jiu were responsible, but the source was someone else — the Fairy Book was taken out by Tong Yan, and the plot to kill Taiping Zhenren was also set up by Tong Yan.
"Though I had a lovely smile, a funny way of talking, and an innocent girl who was devoted to the Shenmo Peak, how could I forget the Heavenly Trial by the West Ocean and the real culprit Tong Yan? I said that I would kill Tong Yan that year, but they stopped me. Even after I became the Sect Master of Aoyama, they still forbade me from killing him. What's the point of being the Sect Master then? Layue didn't seem to care about anything, but she was actually very observant. She had seen through my intention to kill, so she asked Bai Zao to come to Aoyama to take my little girl away and make her a disciple of Zhongzhou State. It was estimated that she would eventually be sent to Yunmeng to be the disciple of Tong Yan. They did try their best to ease the relationship between me and Tong Yan, but did they think that I was willing to do it? I didn't want to. I just didn't want to. I just wanted to kill Tong Yan. My Master loved me so much back then, but I couldn't even do such a thing for him. I knew that if my Master were still alive, he would say that the person Tong Yan wanted to kill was the Grandmaster, and he didn't care about it. I wouldn't listen to him! "
Though the people of Aoyama Sect and the whole of Chaotian knew that Zhuo Rusui was a chatterbox, few of them had ever heard him speak so much in one go. Everybody knew that he was an interesting guy who liked to sleep, spoke sarcastically, behaved arrogantly, and had a high talent in martial arts; but nobody had ever seen him show his true feelings and anger.
The hotpot and mahjong at the top of the Shenmo Peak back then were not the whole truth.
What was he thinking when he grabbed the mutton from the hotpot with the long chopsticks?
What was he thinking when he saw Tong Yan walking freely among the peaks of Aoyama?
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