ragginovel Chapter 1969 Don’t want to
Chapter 1969 Don’t want to
Chapter 1969 Don’t want to
The valley is filled with clouds and mist.
The waterfall is like a silk thread and the clear spring is flowing.
A peaceful scene.
When others see it, they will only think it is a holy place of immortals. They cannot imagine that this is the place where a group of evil demons, led by the corpse demon from the Soul-Falling Abyss, gather.
Suddenly, a shadow appeared over the valley, covered by thick demonic clouds.
"who!"
Sharp shouts were heard in the valley, and more than a dozen figures flew out.
Before they could see the scene in the magic cloud clearly, they saw a stream of five-colored light shooting out from the magic cloud and heading straight for a stone palace at the edge of the valley.
'Shuh! '
A flash of light passed by and everyone stared at it blankly.
A beautiful stone palace disappeared right before their eyes.
"That... is Senior Lu's cave. Senior Lu doesn't seem to have gone out recently..."
A young man swallowed and said absentmindedly.
It is said that Senior Lu is a Nascent Soul ancestor who came down from the Soul-Falling Abyss and has a strange temper.
Although he chose to locate his cave at the edge of the valley, the masters who practiced in the depths of the valley were all polite when they saw him.
"There were also Senior Lu's disciples and some masters from Hunyuan Mountain... They all disappeared!"
An old ancestor of the Nascent Soul stage and a dozen masters of the magic path were instantly flattened by the five-colored light without any sign of resistance.
I am afraid that the people in the hall will not know what happened and at whose hands they died until they die!
Everyone was suddenly frightened and terrified.
They turned around and tried to escape, but it was too late. They only felt their vision filled with colorful light and they lost consciousness.
Just like the palace, it disappeared without a trace.
'when! when! when! '
A rapid bell rang from below.
The monks in the valley noticed something was wrong and rang the bell to warn people.
In an instant, the whole valley was in uproar. The monks were awakened by the bell and flew out of the cave one after another.
Human figures were suspended in the air, all looking up at the sky.
Soon after, gray-white smoke surged up from the valley. The smoke was pure corpse gas that had been refined through a special ritual method.
The corpse qi was like a pillar, whizzing into the air, a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one.
Eighty-one strands of corpse qi flew into the air, dispersed and merged with each other to form a gray-white cloud, which was just below the demonic cloud.
It seems to be supporting the evil cloud and preventing it from pressing towards the valley.
Deep in the valley, several figures were floating above a gloomy stone palace.
Lights of various colors flashed in the eyes of several people. They were using their magical powers such as spiritual eyes to vaguely see the people in the cloud through the magic cloud.
Although they knew that one should not judge a person by his appearance in the world of immortal cultivation, their expressions still became very strange.
"Who is this woman?" someone asked.
"Is it a master from Yun Dutian who is here to seek revenge? We are all following Master Qi's instructions. Could it be that someone has violated a taboo?"
What answered them was a roar that shook the earth and the mountains on both sides of the valley shook violently and almost collapsed.
The corpse gas that had just condensed into a cloud suddenly broke into pieces and was about to dissipate.
Everyone shouted "Oh no!" and was horrified.
Since this is a temporary stronghold, only one Shengming Formation was set up as a mountain protection formation.
Apart from this, there is no other formation.
The opponent had not yet used the five-colored stream of light that he had used before, but with the magic cloud pressing down, the Shengming Formation was on the verge of collapse.
What a terrifying power this is!
"Run away!"
The few people seemed to have seen a demon more terrifying than themselves. They lost all their fighting spirit and fled in all directions without hesitation.
The cloud of corpses split apart and demonic energy poured back in. This scene was too horrifying and beyond their imagination.
The demons in the valley were stunned and terrified to the extreme, and they scattered like birds and beasts.
The whole valley was in chaos.
A man in black robes successfully escaped from the valley. He couldn't help but look back. Seeing the people in the valley who were in a panic, he was about to rejoice when he suddenly saw a five-colored light, as fast as lightning, shooting straight towards him.
The man in black robe was horrified and subconsciously took out his favorite magic weapon, a white banner with ghost patterns.
'Shuh! '
The white banner with ghost patterns opened up, like a streak of silk, hanging across the air.
The next moment, there was a "puff" sound, and it was easily pierced by the five-colored light.
The black-robed man's eyes widened as he watched the five-colored light fall on his body and then disappear on the spot.
Similar situations are happening everywhere.
None of the first few masters who escaped from the valley survived.
At the same time, a violent roar was heard in the valley. Strands of corpse qi collapsed one after another, and the corpse cloud had long been dispersed.
The Shengming Formation couldn't hold out for even a breath of time, and the corpse qi rolled back to the ground, transforming into a violent wind that swept across the earth.
Palaces and buildings collapsed one after another.
Some cultivators who were not from the Soul-Falling Abyss accidentally inhaled the corpse qi into their mouths and noses, and immediately countless blood bubbles appeared all over their bodies, causing unbearable itching.
They scratched hard until blisters broke out, their bodies were covered in blood and they felt severe pain all over, but the itching was still unrelieved. They rolled around on the ground, their flesh and blood turning blue-black at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The valley was filled with screams.
Five-colored streams of light shot down like flowers scattered by a fairy from heaven, ending their suffering.
Hundreds of monks in the valley were slaughtered in the blink of an eye, and not a single one was left alive.
Vent your anger in killing.
At the same time, tragic scenes were reflected in the demon's eyes.
Xiaowu's eyes suddenly showed a trace of hesitation, and a look of struggle appeared on his face, and he was suspended in the air.
Suddenly, a roar was heard in the distance.
"stop!"
A pale corpse gas flew over from the sky, and the one controlling the corpse gas was the white-haired man.
"Who are you!"
The white-haired man looked at Xiaowu from a distance and found that he was a stranger, not any of the Nine Immortals of Yundu.
“Could it be Yun Dutian’s new master?”
The white-haired man thought of this and shouted in a deep voice: "No matter who you are, you slaughtered hundreds of people for no reason. I will ask Yun Dutian for an explanation!"
As he spoke, the white-haired man suddenly met Xiaowu's eyes, and his heart suddenly jumped.
The next moment, the Five Elements Divine Light appeared in front of him.
He persisted longer than the monks in the valley, but could not change the outcome.
A master in the Spirit Transformation Stage was sent to take charge of the situation. He thought it was a good job and he avoided the most dangerous vortex, but unexpectedly he died here in a daze.
Xiaowu was attracted by the white-haired man and flew forward subconsciously.
She was still struggling, her body trembling slightly as she fought the evil in her body.
Not long after, she encountered the Yin corpse and pointed at it casually.
Yin corpse died on the spot without making a sound.
Wherever he went, countless monks died at Xiaowu's hands, just like Yin Shi.
I don’t know if there are any innocent people among them.
Xiaowu sometimes walks and sometimes stops.
She was fighting hard. With every kill, her devilish nature became more intense, and the struggle on her face became more fierce.
Finally, a city appeared ahead.
This is the immortal cultivators' market, where not only immortal cultivators but also mortals live.
The evil cloud enveloped the market town, it was pitch black and everyone was in deep fear.
Xiao Wu was looking down from above and saw everyone. He also saw the look of struggle in their eyes, which became even more intense.
'Whoosh! '
Sha Jiayu and Yulang finally caught up.
"Senior sister!"
Yulang called out loudly.
Sha Jiayu wanted to stop him, but was firmly rejected by Yulang. He flew into the magic cloud and came in front of Xiaowu.
"Senior sister, his name is Wu Lang."
Yulang gently opened the baby's swaddling clothes and showed it to Xiaowu.
Perhaps because Xiaowu looked like just a little girl, the baby was not afraid. Instead, he was curious about the black eyes. He stretched out his hands to ask for a hug and babbled.
Xiao Wu stared at the baby, and the evil spirit seemed to be receding.
She didn't take the baby, but just watched quietly.
After a long time, she slowly closed her eyes.
In an instant, the sky seemed to become brighter, and Yulang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Only then did Sha Jiayu dare to approach and whispered, "Xiao Wu is suppressing her demonic nature, don't disturb her."
The magic cloud rolled, and Xiaowu's expression gradually calmed down. He controlled the magic cloud, rolled up Yulang and Sha Jiayu, and flew away.
The evil cloud drifted away, and everyone in the market felt as if they had survived a calamity.
Xiaowu was not walking fast. He was walking along the same path he came from. He should be heading back to Beikuo County.
When they reached the sky above Xiwu Village, Xiaowu suddenly stopped.
The two followed Xiaowu's gaze and saw a burnt willow tree next to the village.
The charred tree trunk has a hint of green at the roots, which means new branches have sprouted from the roots.
Slender branches and green buds.
Swaying gently in the breeze.
The Willow Monster has died and may not be resurrected, but it symbolizes the hope of new life and is extremely precious.
Yu Lang and Sha Jiayu exchanged glances and stepped forward and said, "Senior Sister, can you take it back to Qingyang Temple?"
"It must want to continue guarding this place," Xiao Wu said faintly.
Yulang advised: "It is too weak now. Take it back to Qingyang Temple and let Wulang keep it company. When it grows up, send it back."
Xiaowu did not comment, and watched Yulang cast a spell to move the entire willow tree out, and then he returned to Beikuo County, to Chen Yaer's home.
She used her hands to move away the rubble piece by piece, revealing the bodies of Chen Yaer and his wife. She helped them tidy up their appearance and took them to a mountain outside the city.
They chose a place with good feng shui, dug a grave, and prepared to bury them there. When they opened their eyes, they could see Beikuo County and the river that Chen Yaer had been guarding all his life.
Finally, Xiaowu took out a scroll.
This painting was one of the ones that Xiaowu drew when Qingyang Temple was first established. It depicts the scene where Chen Yaer is spearing a fish.
The windows that were previously used to frame the Taoist temple had faded due to exposure to wind and sun, so they were put away by Qin Sang.
When Xiaowu went down the mountain, Qin Sang returned the paintings to her.
Spreading out the scroll and looking at the picture on it, Xiaowu's eyes flashed with nostalgia. He gently covered Chen Yaer and his wife with the painting and buried them here with them.
Yulang held the baby and bowed to the grave.
Xiao Wu nodded to him and flew away.
"Let's go back first," Sha Jiayu stepped forward and said.
"I want to go home and take a look," Yulang whispered.
While at the Qingyang Teahouse, he also thought of his hometown. However, because he was worried about his senior sister, he suppressed his uneasiness and did not bring it up.
Sha Jiayu sighed slightly and patted Yulang on the shoulder, "I will go with you."
……
It was still the same road, but there were no fleeing refugees on it.
She and her master once administered medicine here to save lives.
Xiao Wu's expression changed slightly, and he dodged to the ground. He lightly tapped his toes, and a puff of white smoke rose in front of him, revealing an old man.
“Please spare my life, Immortal! Please spare my life, Immortal!”
The old man was the landowner from that year.
I still remember that when the master gave him the jade pendant that could control demons, the land god was so ambitious and high-spirited. But now he is hunched over, bowing and begging for mercy, as if his spirit has been broken.
Xiao Wu sighed softly: "Do you still remember me?"
The land god was startled, then he carefully raised his head and was immediately overjoyed: "You are the Little Five Fairy! The Taoist priest is back too?"
The land looked around, his face full of anticipation.
"Master is not here."
Xiao Wu shook his head slightly, "Why did you become like this? Where are Yin'er and the others?"
When this question was asked, the land immediately felt an endless surge of sadness in his heart and he began to complain.
“After the Taoist priest and the fairy left, I wanted to revive the way of the gods and use the jade pendant left by the Taoist priest to drive away the demons. It went smoothly at first, but it didn’t last long. Just when things started to improve, I found that something was wrong.
"I sensed danger but didn't dare to show it. Later, the atmosphere became increasingly weird, so I had no choice but to abandon my foundation and hide in the mountains.
"For those demons who have turned over a new leaf, I give them a warning and let them go. For those who refuse to change their ways, I dare not keep them around, so I simply kill them to prevent them from harming people.
"Later, the world of immortal cultivation became more and more chaotic, and I didn't even dare to stay in the land temple. I destroyed the temple myself and hid here to survive.
“As for Yin’er and the other two girls, they are still working as priests in the temple after they got married, so we can only send them away and let them live with ordinary people.
"Don't worry, fairy. They have the old man's mark on them. They are safe now."
Xiao Wu already knew part of the plan to kill the corpse demons in the Soul-Falling Abyss, including a master in the Spirit Transformation Stage.
This secular chess game will be played in the "human world", and neither side will use magical powers to directly intervene.
Of course, this does not mean that all those who play chess are mortals.
Both sides will send disciples down the mountain, seal their cultivation, control worldly power, and decide the outcome in a secular way.
The countries in the world are like chess pieces on the chessboard, fighting against each other.
For Yin'er and the others, the biggest threat is not demons, but war in the world.
Xiao Wu thought about it, waved her hand, and five-colored light flashed. It condensed into a colorful robe in her hand and handed it to the land.
"Put on this colorful robe and be more cautious. Even the Divine Transformation cultivator won't be able to find you."
This is a condensed force of the five elements divine light.
The land god was both surprised and delighted. It was hard to imagine what kind of treasure could be able to hide from the spiritual perception of a divine cultivator.
He knew very well why Xiao Wu had spent his magic power to refine this robe for him, and he immediately promised: "I swear to heaven that I will not let Yin'er and the others get hurt even if it means sacrificing my life! They live in a small town three hundred miles away. Fairy, do you want to go meet them?"
Xiao Wu hesitated for a moment, shook his head gently, and said softly, "See you later."
Before he finished speaking, Xiao Wu suddenly disappeared.
After bidding farewell to the land, Xiaowu did not go anywhere else. She did not want to stop for a moment and tried her best to fly back to Yan State.
Finally, Xiaowu saw Qingyang Temple, and his mind suddenly calmed down, like a wanderer returning home.
A quiet and peaceful mountain village.
A vibrant school.
Standing on the stone outside the Taoist temple was a Taoist priest, who was the master waiting for her to return home.
Qin Sang said nothing, looking at Xiao Wu who was falling down with a gentle gaze.
Xiao Wu pursed her lips, looking aggrieved, and grasped the corner of Qin Sang's clothes with her little hands, snuggling up to him closely.
"Master, I don't want to go down the mountain."
(End of this chapter)